Chapter 11: Revelations - Part 4**

**Tarious' POV**

My vision blurred, and my lungs burned as breathing became difficult. I locked eyes with the figure, who wore a dark smirk on his face, dark green blood running down his cheek. Reflexively, I began clawing at his hand, trying my best to free myself, but all my efforts were pointless. My muscles seemed to be made of lead; I could barely muster any strength.

'Come on! I can't die here!' My thoughts were in a frenzy as I tried my best to tap back into the power I had moments ago. But that power now felt like a distant dream. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't connect with my soul space. Just as black spots started appearing all over my vision and I was about to pass out, "SLASH!"

The space literally began tearing like a piece of paper, and a delicate snow-white hand emerged, grabbing the edges of the rip and pulling it wider. When the spatial tear had grown big enough to fit a person, a beautiful woman emerged. She had silver white hair mixed with green and blue, and her eyes were heterochromic—one ocean blue and the other snowy white. She wore an elegant white dress that clung to her figure, accentuating her big, firm, round breasts and massive, fat, round ass, which swayed with every step she took. Her pointy ears stood proudly, signifying her elven heritage.

The figure's one remaining eye narrowed as he looked at her. "Just who are you supposed to—" Before he could finish his sentence, the beautiful woman snapped her fingers, and in a spark of white light, he simply disintegrated.

"Cough, cough." I fell to the cold, hard ground, coughing up dark purple blood mixed with gold. I looked at my blood for a moment before turning away. I had to know who this woman was and why she saved me. I could worry about the color of my blood later. My head whirled with questions as I raised it to look at where I last saw her. To my surprise, she was right in front of me, looking down with a gentle smile on her face. 'What the...? When did she get here?' my thoughts raced. I coughed again, taking a deep breath—something I seemed to be doing a lot recently. 'She just saved my life, so it's safe to say she doesn't want me dead. Let's see what she wants.'

She offered me a hand, the gentle smile still on her face. Cautiously, I grasped it, and as soon as my hand made contact with hers, energy filled my body, reviving and revitalizing it. The weakness that had colored my muscles moments ago was gone, and my body was once again brimming with limitless power.

"Thank you," I said, looking at her with gratitude. I felt like I had been on death's door. "But if you don't mind me asking, who are you?" I asked cautiously. This woman may have just saved my life, but let's not forget she literally snapped her fingers and disintegrated a guy out of existence. It's best to be cautious for now.

The gentle smile on her face turned into a sly smile, her heterochromic eyes twinkling with mischievousness. A sudden shiver ran down my spine; I knew that look. It was the same one Starila had when she was about to say or do something devious. Her voice came out as smooth as the ocean, laced with a husky edge.

"So, you use your hands to explore all of a woman's body, leave for a few years, and forget me?" she teased, closing the already small distance between us. Her breasts pressed up against me. "I didn't expect you to be such a womanizer, my dear Nimrathor." An explosion went off in my head as I realized who she was.

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"So that's where the familiar feeling came from, huh?" I mumbled to myself, a smirk on my face. From the moment she appeared, I felt it. Her power was unbelievably strong, but it was also ancient. Just like the...

My confident voice cut through the realization. "You're the World Tree, aren't you?"

Her heterochromic eyes twinkled as she let out a beautiful smile that could leave most men gasping for breath. "So you do remember me, little womanizer."

Her confirmation was all I needed as my face became serious. "Listen, I have some questions I need you to answer."

She sighed, her playful expression melting away into a serious one. "I was hoping this conversation could wait until we got back, but I guess it can't be helped. What do you want to know?"

With no hesitation, my voice rang out through the old military base. "First of all, who was that guy? Why did he hate Dark Elves so much? And I think I met Death earlier. She called me the antithesis to fate. What does that mean? How was I even kidnapped in the first place? How did he get past the castle's defenses? How did he get past you, undetected?" I fired questions one after another, but she just stood there and listened.

"Well, it's better if I show you than explain," she said. She gently grabbed my face, infusing magic into it. In an instant, we were somewhere else.

I looked around and found myself in complete and utter blackness. There was literally nothing in sight for miles. The World Tree grabbed my shoulder, a gentle smile on her face as she pointed in a random direction. The nothingness proceeded to reveal a myriad of beings. They were hard to describe. The only thing I could tell about them was that they were made out of light. I tried to look deeper to make out their forms, but then I got a splitting headache. "AGHH!" I let out a blood-curdling scream as I fell to the ground. My whole body was suddenly covered in wounds, and I was bleeding all over. A familiar warmth enveloped my body as my regeneration kicked in, restoring me back to 100%.

"Don't try to see more than you can, or you'll die. Those are primordial entities that existed before time itself. Try to look at their true forms before you can handle it, and your body and mind will literally collapse from the inside out," she warned, a worried expression plastered on her face.

I coughed, still recovering. "Okay, but why are we here?" I wheezed out.

"You asked why Death called you the antithesis to fate? I'm showing you why. Now, stop talking."

We were in a beautifully decorated palace made out of a material that sparkled with silver light. In front of me, three primordials sat on massive chairs that were inconceivably tall. In front of them was an ethereal blue stream where, instinctively, I knew souls were streaming through. The average soul was snow white, pristine and pure. But suddenly, a strange soul came along—an anomaly. Unlike the other souls that were pristine white and pure, this one was gold, shining brighter than even the sun. I knew instinctively this was my soul. One of the primordials suddenly stood up, an expression of panic on her face. She grabbed the—no, my soul.

"I can't see its fate," her voice came out in a soft tone filled with a mix of awe and apprehension, clearly a woman.

The other primordials looked at the soul with curiosity. "Not only that, but this soul is releasing an unreal amount of power," another one said in a gruff tone, definitely a man.

"We need to destroy it," the female voice, laced with panic, said. The other primordials looked at the soul with curiosity as the woman tried her best to crush it with her hands. But to my surprise, my soul didn't even bend. She blasted it with a myriad of other attacks I can't even describe, but after each attack, my soul came out unscathed.

"Stop this madness," the voice in the middle boomed with authority. "We had all come to an agreement long ago that we would not interfere with mortal lives directly. Whether this is a special soul or not, we still keep that agreement."

The female stopped what she was doing. "But I can't see its fate. That should be impossible. I am Fate itself. There should be nothing that I do not know. I tried my best to destroy it with my best efforts, but for some reason, I can't. This is a soul that none of us created. It just came from nowhere. I can't allow this soul to grow unmonitored," she reasoned.

The voice from earlier responded, softening but still carrying authority. "Isn't that the fun part? We didn't create this soul, and you can't see its fate even though you're literally Fate itself," his voice carried a bit of intrigue. "Isn't that the fun part? For once, there's something in existence we don't know everything about. Why not let this soul grow and see what it may achieve?"

The woman looked like she wanted to rebut, but she stopped herself. "Yes, your majesty," she responded. She gently put the soul back in the blue substance but left a mark on it, unknown to the other primordials. And unlike where none of her attacks seemed to be working, this one did.

"Fate was afraid of something she didn't understand," the World Tree began. "So she cursed your soul so you would always have a terrible life. That way, you wouldn't grow strong enough to challenge her And for some strange reason, unlike the other attacks which had no effect on your soul, this one was successful."

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**Author's Note:** I had originally planned to explain everything in this chapter, but it got a bit too long.