Chapter 442: History

"Thank you," I answered and lowered my head slightly in a show of respect.

My siblings, along with Breta, did the same. The Goddess nodded her head contentedly and glanced at the old Dragon to her side. His green eyes flashed with a streak of mana as he scanned us one by one before speaking.

"The Voidwalker?" He said with a chuckle as his gaze came to rest on me.

I tilted my head in confusion and was about to speak when he suddenly continued, "My name is Yrvai," He paused and looked at the old Goddess, "You can call me Qhalta," she said with a slight smile.

"It's an honor to meet the leaders of Fas," I lowered my head slightly.

Sidus, by my side, seemed a little bit on the edge as he kept glancing at our surroundings. Immy, perhaps infected by his mood, had a hard time controlling her aura as well.

Breta kept her eyes on Qhalta with a slight frown, her hand itching as she kept reaching for her nonexistent spear.

"I never thought I would see a Cosmic Pillar grace these lands in my lifetime," said the old Goddess.

Yrvai looked at Sidus and Immy and continued, "Not only one pillar but three," he said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.

The Goddess nodded, "And they are all related. Fascinating, really."

"The first one was lucky enough to survive," Yrvai said as he eyed me from head to toe, "So the other ones managed to tag along as well," he continued as he turned his attention to Sidus and Immy.

"Well, was it truly luck considering who their Grandfather and Grandmother are?" Asked the old Goddess.

Yrvai scoffed, "Perhaps true luck would have been if they all died in their Rite of passage."

Their conversation made me frown. Sidus and Immy didn't look all too happy either, while Ynos was forcefully calming himself down from doing anything stupid. Breta, on the other hand, was scanning the open temple for any exits.

I didn't like the way they were talking about us, as if we weren't here, but there was nothing we could do for now. We were in their territory, and not to mention, I doubted we were strong enough to handle both of the old monsters.

Perhaps I could teleport us all away, but even that was debatable. I thought as I looked at the various planets floating right above us. The cosmic mana that was surrounding this temple was not something I could control. Someone left it behind. The previous pillar, I assumed.

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Besides, I still had so many questions I wanted to ask.

"Now, now, excuse this old fool. His words may be sharp, but he means no harm," said Qhalta.

Yrvai shook his head and answered, "It's true. It would have been mercy if they didn't survive."

Hearing that, Ynos seemed on the verge of exploding, so I hastily spoke up, "You keep on saying that, but what do you mean exactly?"

Yrvai's green eyes turned to look at me. His gaze was deep and unfathomable, "Throughout all the years, there had been no instance where all pillars survived their rite of passage."

He turned to look at Sidus and Immy before continuing, "Not to mention being all from the same family."

"But what exactly is the problem with that?" I asked hesitantly.

"The problem he says," he chuckled and turned to look at Qhalta.

"Higher powers are at play, child. Some say there is a reason why all the pillars can't be alive in the same generation," she said.

Yrvai shook his head and turned, making his way toward the end of the open hall.

"Come along," said Qhalta with a smile.

I glanced at my siblings and Breta, who all seemed to be on the edge. "Stay close. It's okay," I spoke, trying to reassure them.

A sudden portal opened before Yrvai. My eyes widened slightly at the familiar aura.

'Just who built this place? And why?' I wondered. The temple didn't look like it was meant for the King. If not, then what was it for?

Yrvai's figure disappeared as he walked through the portal, followed by Qhalta. I only took a second to brace myself before I followed behind, Breta and the others right next to me.

The world changed around us as we walked out of the portal. I took a moment to gather my bearings as I scanned our surroundings in curiosity.

We found ourselves in a massive dimly lit cave with murals on the walls. Faintly glowing crystals illuminated our path, where Yrvai and Qhalta stood before us. They waited until everyone walked through the portal before Yrvai motioned toward the mural to our right.

There was an old drawing of a massive black dragon with Golden eyes.

Seeing that, I almost instinctively knew It was the King I was looking at.

Sidus, Immy, Ynos, Essie, and even Breta had expressions of shock as they approached the mural. The ancient drawing held a faint aura of power, making it hard to stare at it for a long time.

Yrvai and the Goddess didn't say anything. They just calmly waited for us before they walked ahead.

Shaking my head out of the strange reverie I found myself in, I quickly followed behind them, my gaze glued to the cave wall.

The next mural depicted a picture of the King with three glowing orbs before him: one black, one white, the last one... purple.

'The pillars?'

I continued walking. The next mural showed a picture I was faintly familiar with. It was a battlefield. Three Dragons stood at the forefront, battling against a horde of Shades.

One was black, the other white, and the last dragon was purple.

"I thought you said there was never an instance where all three pillars survived their rite of passage?" I subconsciously asked as I glanced at the mural.

Yrvai chuckled before answering, "Those were the Primordials. They needed no rite of passage, child."

'The Primordials,'

Sidus and Immy seemed to be in just as much shock as I was looking at the mural.

The next mural was a drawing of the King's massive figure looming in the back, while the three pillars stood below him as guardians.

"Aren't there supposed to be four pillars?" I couldn't help but ask.

Yrvai didn't answer. He shook his head and motioned for us to continue.

The next one was another battlefield. The pillars fought off against all manners of monstrosities, with the King watching over everything from the back.

'Who made these?'

I continued to the next mural, only for my steps to falter in shock at what I had seen.

"W-What?"