At midnight, the surroundings were shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the light of the full moon. The Antithetical lay still in bed, pretending to be sound asleep, waiting for his hosts to drift off into a deep slumber. His eyes were fixed on the dimly lit ceiling, watching the shadows dance, and his mind raced with thoughts of his escape.

As soon as he heard deep breathing and snoring coming from Guillalme and his companions, The Antithetical slowly got up from his bed, careful not to make any noise. He dressed quickly, throwing on a dark cloak and hood to conceal his face, and grabbed the small sword Guillalme had next to him.

With a sense of purpose, he tiptoed towards the door, his heart beating fast in his chest. He paused for a moment, listening for any sounds from outside the room, but all was quiet. He pushed the door open and stepped into the cold night air. The moon hung high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the surrounding landscape.

The Antithetical took a deep breath. He knew he had to move quickly, so he began to stride away from the house, his cloak billowing behind him. As he walked, he looked around him, taking in the eerie stillness of the night. He knew that he still had a long journey ahead of him.

He made his way through Glisford, straight to the cathedral. From there, it took him less than 5 minutes to reach the manor house. Through two small side streets, past a blacksmith and once to the right. He knew the way intrinsically.

The Antithetical had arrived at the Manor of Iesos in Glisford after a long and arduous journey. The manor was a grand building, surrounded by lush gardens and high walls. It was an imposing sight, with its turrets and towers reaching towards the sky.

The Antithetical knew that he had to enter the Manor unseen. He looked around, searching for a way to get inside. He noticed that there were several houses nearby with roofs that were close enough to the Manor to allow him to climb over. He made his way over to one of the houses and began to climb up onto the roof.

As he moved across the rooftops, he made sure to stay low and keep out of sight. He could hear the city below, the chatter of people going about their daily lives. He felt a sense of excitement and apprehension as he made his way towards the Manor.

Finally, he reached the edge of the roof and looked out over the front yard and the garden behind the Manor. He saw several guards patrolling the area, and he knew that he had to be careful. Suddenly the Minister exited the Manor, he went into the Garden with the Priest following shortly after.

“What’s the meaning of this?” shouted the Minister. He dropped his noble facade and revealed his true colors to the priest.

The priest lowered his head in shame. “I am but a simple servant of the Church, Your Highness. I did not know that the man was the previous King.”

The Antithetical smirked, knowing that he had the upper hand in this situation.

“You mean to tell me that you did not recognize the face of the former ruler of this Kingdom?” The Minister's voice was filled with anger and frustration. “This man is dangerous; he needs to be eliminated along with his accomplices. We cannot let them continue.”

The priest looked up at the Minister with concern in his eyes. “Your Highness, I implore you to reconsider. Killing innocent people will only lead to more chaos and bloodshed. Let us manage this matter peacefully, and with the guidance of the Lord, we can find a way to resolve this issue without resorting to violence.”

But the Minister was not convinced. “I have made my decision, Father. The Antithetical and his “accomplices” must be eliminated, no matter the cost.”

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“If there is no other way,” the Priest said with lowered voice. He snapped his fingers. Two Deacons came out of the Manor. “You heard the Minster, do as he said.” The Deacons just nodded, turned, and went.

As the scene played out like this, the Antithetical made his way down slowly, unseen and quietly. He stayed in the shadows, climbed down, and got as close as possible.

“Now,” the Minister spat out, “get out of my sight, I have preparations to make.”

“Highness–,” the Priest said. He turned and walked away.

That was the chance, the moment of confrontation.

He stepped out of the shadows, drew his sword, and approached the Minister.

“An… An Intruder…?!” he shouted.

He stepped to the side and grabbed the Sword that laid on the table next to him.

He stepped to the side and reached for the sword that lay on the table next to him.

The antithetical accelerated, he swung.

The Minister turned to face him. He raised the sword above him, but the Antithetical was faster. A deft stroke split the air and the Minister's torso in two. The hood of the Antithetical slid back, and the two made eye contact. The Antithetical’s face was agitated, his eyes were empty.

“…-Ngh-… I… You… You're back?!” Those were the last words from the Minister as he fell forward, and a warm pool of blood formed under him.

The Antithetical spat and said, “It's lucky for you that I can't kill you for good, but that's not what I came here for.”

Moments later, the body began to glow. A glowing sphere emerged from the body. The Antithetical knew what it was. This was the energy that fed the gods and kept the business going. But energy was much more than a quantitative property, it was emotions, experiences, memories. This glowing sphere was sown, which ended up in a flower. This refined energy was then offered directly to the gods at the services like the one today.

There was no time for the Antithetical to wait, so he put his hand into the glowing sphere.

The memories of the Minister were a jumbled mess of emotions and experiences. As the Antithetical delved deeper into the glowing sphere, he was overwhelmed by a barrage of information.

He saw the Queen, a figure of beauty and grace, ruling the kingdom with an iron fist.

The Antithetical saw the Minister's journey to Glisford, a treacherous path that wound through dense forests and over rugged mountains. He saw the Minister's close calls with bandits and wild animals, and his eventual arrival in the city.

The Antithetical's mind raced as he tried to make sense of it all. But then he saw it, here in Glisford the Minister talked with somebody about his treacherous path. He learned about a way into Allano that would allow him to bypass most of it.

As the Antithetical withdrew his hand from the glowing sphere, he took a deep breath and let the memories settle in his mind. The images of the Queen ruling with an iron fist were not surprising to him, but the information about the treacherous path to Allano and the way to bypass it was invaluable.

He knew he had to act quickly, and with newfound determination, he quietly made his way out of the Manor. He used the shadows to his advantage, darting from one dark corner to the next, making sure not to be seen or heard.

As he moved silently through the streets of Glisford, he thought about what he had seen in the Minister's memories. The way into Allano was not going to be an easy one, but he was willing to take the risk. He had to reach the city and claim his rightful place.

Finally, after sneaking through back alleys and dark corners, he reached the outskirts of Glisford. The path to Allano now lay before him. But armed with the knowledge he had gained from the Minister's memories, he felt confident that he could make it through unscathed.

Without a second thought, he set out on the path, his cloak billowing behind him and shouts ringing out from the Farm behind him. He did not turn around.

The Mind realized what had happened after writing the word “ĉhœb'ǎ!.” This piece of paper was the only connection, it had to keep going, keep writing, raze the walls to the ground.

Again, an unknown amount of time passed.

It wrote ĉhœb'ǎ! a few more times, but at some point, nothing happened anymore, so it started writing other things. Writing down wild thoughts. A few words made the room tremble, but nothing happened to cause the door to be destroyed any further. Until, suddenly, lines appeared on the page. It was instinct that these lines were there for the purpose of completion. So, he filled some out.

> ____ _____ _____, pronounced dead ___ ____ ____ __ ______ ______

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> ___ inheritance __ ____ __ ___ ___ __ _________

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> _____ ___ ______ __ _____ ____ __________ mortality __ _____ ____

An earthquake rippled through the room; the door cracked even further.

What followed was what felt like an eternity of trial and error. He tried to fill it, nothing happened until it felt something. There was a force trying to connect with him. Suddenly it knew. So, it filled it in.

> King on every level, pronounced dead but must kill to avenge myself.

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> The inheritance is mine in the era of hierarchy.

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> After the change of power they experience mortality on their knee

As the room shook and rumbled, dust and debris filled the air. The Antithetical's spirit, disconnected from his physical body, watched as the door exploded, its splinters flying in every direction. The sound was deafening and sent a shockwave throughout the entire room.

The Antithetical's spirit tried to understand what was happening. It was as if the very foundation of the building had given way, causing the stones to crack and crumble. The rumbling continued as the Antithetical's spirit tried to make sense of the chaos.

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, and the connection was restored. The Antithetical's spirit was reconnected to his physical body, and he saw what was happening. He was sitting in a grand cathedral, dedicated to the worship of the gods, witnessing the Gods themselves.