"Quickly!" Says the priest of Azarus. Commanding his two servants placing Akatosh at some table like an altar.

The two servants after placing him give way to the high priest, and closely he inspects Akatosh. Upon the priest directs his observation towards the upper body. He can see the blood traveling around through his veins were corrupted, turning it black.

Swiping the blood drooling from Akatosh's cheek. He takes a closer look and while rubbing with his fingers, the priests' eyes open widely.

"Quickly! Take him to the water!" Exclaimed the priest.

Two of his servants immediately act transporting him to a pool of blue water.

When Akatosh was submerged, the high priest then touches the water. His hand glows rapidly giving the pool a purification. The water gradually change, Akatosh's body was now emitting a black-like ink tainting the water. But the purification water starts to devour the black toxic like-ink.

The two servants stare in awe it was their first time seeing a high priest in action.

The pool glows purifying the toxic body of Akatosh. Extracting the liquid that poisons his blood and in moments while the priest draws out the toxic. He felt something like being electrified. What he felt wasn't normal, a dreadful of pure destruction and chaos is what he. He nearly removes his hand dipped from the water, yet he was able to fortitude the unknown force.

He used quite a bit of his energy to remove the toxicity. And as his magic slowly dispels, so too the waters slowly retain its color.

"It is done. You may take him to a room." The priest sighs.

His two servants quickly follow his commands and took him to a room where he sleeps recovering his strength. But for the priest of Azarus, while drying his had using a white towel he was somewhat alarmed by this man.

Was it toxic that creates the foul sensation that he felt? Or was it something more to this man? He had encountered many of this type before. To the possession of evil spirits and entities, a disease that infects the body, and a curse that is somewhat powerful and somewhat average. He can only speculate that it was toxic, or he might be tainted by some dark forces nevertheless his deed was done but not yet.

The temple of the gods is open to everyone ye who art in the side of purity. Though they had an oath to keep, to keep war at bay from them they stand aside in between two countryside. But when it comes to the opposing of light and purity itself. That's the time when they must uphold their vigilance no matter who it is, a king, a prince, nothing would stand in their way when quenching the opposite of light.

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-At the kingdom of Keshoval-

In one of the great halls of libraries, books, parchments, scrolls tore open. Scan page by page, papers by papers. Her eyes and mind were concentrated, she lost track of time, she didn't feel hungry.

Her voice was heard, "Ashalain-Ashalain…" Mishel called twice her name until she was able to take her notice.

"Did you eat?" Mishel implores, looking at Ashalain busy scanning the books, scrolls, etc.

"Mm-hmm… I'll eat when I'm done with this." Ashalain sigh, busy looking at the books, scrolls she collected. She didn't bother to take a look at Mishel.

Mishel look her in worried, her friend Ashalain was in deep to be disturbed. She knew what knowledge she seeks and all she could do was a pity her heart.

A brief small word of their conversation Mishel left Ashalain busy herself with the papers.

After the passing time of twenty minutes or so, Mishel returns holding with her warm food fresh from the kitchen. She placed the food at the right side of Ashalain, the smell was indeed delightful enough to make someone crave.

"Thanks…" Ashalain said. She didn't bother to have a look even if the smell of the food is tempting to the nose.

Mishel couldn't take it anymore, Ashalain's stubbornness filled her boiling point. And with her anger, Mishel whacks her staff atop Ashalain's head.

She finally felt the pain and before she turns around to say a word she was met with fury and rage.

"Did that hurt?! Now eat your food!"

Ashalain was at a loss to her, she was now at her mercy.

"Alright-alright I'll eat, I'll eat," Ashalain said.

Mishel sits in front of her, facing and watching her slowly eating the food she prepares. like an angry mother watching her daughter eating. Teaching her a lesson for not filling her stomach first. Mishel's eyes were staring at Ashalain eating her meal. She was there watching her and if she took notice of her going through the books, scrolls, parchments. She would hammer her staff at her head.

She waited minutes for her to finally gulps the last bit of food.

"Gahh… I'm full." Ashalain sigh in satisfaction. "Now then--" Before her fingers touch the papers Mishel slaps her hand using her staff.

"You know, even some animals would rest after eating," Mishel says, raising her eyebrows.

After nearly ten minutes of awkward silence, Mishel let out a sigh and spoke. "You may."

After Mishel's words, she can see the excitement of Ashalain's face ready to again scavenge the papers.

Her eyes slowly watch the papers that Ashalain was working on, Mishel can tell that she was looking for something. It was some sort of an island, a place of the unseen, a barren land. The books and parchment were old in the passing of times. And the person who wrote these musts has explored the island and live to tell the tales.

Mishel was waiting for a chance to give her something. Though Ashalain may not like the content and where it came from. But she patiently waits for a chance. Mishel knew her for a long time her background, her feelings, her dark past she was like an older sister to her.