There comes a time in every man’s life that he must gaze at the top of the tower and make his decision. Should he attempt to scale it and have the chance of being something great? Or should he carry on, living in the shadow of the one who is already at the top, blissfully unaware of the true dangers of the world.
For if he takes the chance, there are many obstacles one has to overcome in order to be the best.
What would happen if he did not have a choice though, and instead the weight of nations were thrust upon him, regardless if he is willing?
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Silence.
Stillness.
Tranquility.
Absolute
A man is sitting cross legged on a small mat, surrounded by three pedestals that each contain an ancient looking artifact. These are a golden chalice that shines even in the darkest corner of the room. A crude looking dagger sets upon a pedestal encased in glass. The jagged blade is somehow able to project a feeling of malice just by looking at the design. Finally, a jade pendant carved into the shape of a man with a boulder on his back is worn by a marble bust. There is also a bookshelf of sorts taking up a whole wall of the room. Ancient looking tomes, decrepit looking scrolls, and a couple modern looking paperback books are all randomly assigned a place in the haphazard shelf.
While the man is wearing simple white pants, the rest of him is anything but.
Standing, he would be around seven feet tall making him easily a giant in the eyes of most human inhabitants of the world. His skin is slightly wrinkled from the signs of old age but still retains a healthy tan complexion. His dark brown hair is currently tied up in a bun, being held in place with a jade pin.
*Click Clack*
The man hearing the telltale noise of his assistant, opens his eyes the exact moment a woman in a professionally looking dress glides into the room.
The man’s piercing light red eyes studies the woman in front of him for a moment before speaking in a low and raspy voice.
“What news have you brought me.”
The woman hearing this obediently kneels down and lowers her head in respect before addressing him.
“Patriarch, the other families have agreed to send some of their disciples in order to ensure our victory over the Mind clan. With their help I can almost guarantee our success.”
The old man ponders this for a while. A contemplating look on his face.
“What is the reason for you to not be completely sure of success Ria? Surely you of all people know what exactly is going to occur.”
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“Patriarch while it is true that someone of my ability would be able to tell you with certainty about certain outcomes of events, even I with all my power cannot see past the veil of energy that hides the Mind clan from all scrying and divine type techniques.”
“Not even with your cultivation under the Concept of Truth?”
A faint image of an eye is briefly suspended above the woman before she collapses to both knees. The patriarch has a faint smile on his face. Impressive, it appears that she has already broke into the early Nascent Soul realm. For one to break into such a realm before the age of thirty, truly a tremendous feat.
The woman, gathering herself after the tremendous amount of energy expended, stands back up with a concerned expression.
“Patriarch, I was momentarily able to view some of the events that might transpire during the battle.”
“Go on.”
“He is going to be there.” the assistant said plainly.
Though the statement was anything but plain. In fact, it was so profound that it shocked the Patriarch enough to slightly cough upon the mentioning of him.
Why on earth would He be there? I thought they were no longer acquainted with each other.
“Listen here Arissa, under no circumstances are any of our subordinates to challenge him.”
“But Patriarch, surely-”
“THAT IS AN ORDER!” The Patriarchs face is scrunched up in fury, fully well knowing how disastrous it was the last time they clashed with Him.
The Patriarchs outburst caused Arissa to shut her mouth. I’ve never seen him so scared of a single person. If my Patriarch, the one who has the title the Impervious is scared of Him, then how strong is He? Understanding dawning on her she quickly surrenders to his wishes.
“Very well Patriarch, I shall see to it that our troops are informed.”
Seeming pleased by her astuteness, the Patriarch waves her off with his hand.
“Go then, make the Body Clan proud. If need be, I may be called upon. But know doing so would result in me losing all I have gained since my closed door training.”
“Yes Patriarch” while still standing in front of him, Arissa takes a talisman from her pouch and activates it. Immediately an abundance of energy explodes from the talisman and forms a lattice work of intricate symbols created by the energy around Arissa who is then teleported to the prescribed location.
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*Sigh*
With the business end over with the Patriarch relaxes in his chamber, going over what is to come.
What a waste of human life. I really don’t want to do this, but knowing how infinitely powerful one of the Mind clan could potentially become, they are just too much of a risk to the current balance of power the other major clans have precariously agreed upon.
Silence.
Stillness.
Tranquility.
Absolute
Dominance.
Wrath.
Disparity.
I can only hope they can handle this themselves, though having some fun would not be too bad.
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