Chapter 11: Presences lurking
After all these years of hiding in their last abode, these nasty-tailed entities' repressed emotions now found their outlet. They stayed here, guarding the Tower and waiting for its rightful heir. The heir that will sweep the cosmos.
The silent sanctuary of the nasty tailed entities of the void hurled a long resounding roar that vibrated the entirety of the cosmos. Along with the previous decay of some places due to the corruption of the zone of inhibition, everyone was horrified.
Every creature of every realm, no matter how powerful or weak, sentient or partially awakened, all looked at a certain point of their sky.
There, they saw a sudden wave of perpetual darkness engulfing a part of their own world and after a moment of unknown length, that same darkness retracted as if it did not exist at any point in time.
Everyone panicked. Who wouldn't be? They couldn't see anything and their hearing is also suppressed. All they can hear is the beating of their hearts akin to a war drum.
The darkness has no actual substance. It is more like magic appearing out of nowhere and also vanished out of nowhere.
Countless entities were alarmed. For a very long time of harmony, war seems in reach.
Resources were started to be mobilized in preparation for an impending war.
"Our race will forever be your humble servants, the great True One," the raspy voice continued as a handful of presences can be detected near the edges of the zone of inhibition. He didn't mind them. Their True One is here, no need to be afraid.
The previous civilizations that were swept by the ripples of the zone of inhibition were long gone. All that was left was nothing. No survivors and no ruins.
Powerful Mystical Creatures are coming out directly with their Mythical Bodies and some of them are through their Soul Bodies, some wielded the elusive power of space, a few commandeered Order-level armaments capable of twisting and traveling through space.
They stood there in their most regal stature.
The nasty-tailed creatures snarled at them and thrown penetrating gazes. But without their Eldest's permission, no one moved. The raspy voice is from their Eldest. He is the oldest and wisest of them all. They waited long enough, how are a few more matters?
"Be still young ones. Do not be impudent. No one here can disturb the True One," the voice reminded his kin.
The Mythical creatures are not afraid of the corruption for their strong Mythical and Soul Bodies have been forged by the different kinds of Celestial Order they practiced, perfected, and embodied.
Due to their years of living, they recognized that the unknown is their most powerful nemesis. They need more information.
Once they have gathered enough, only then 'They' could make the necessary actions.
(I started adding (') and pronouns as means of saying, Mythical Creatures/Gods.)
What is happening? Who is the cause of this uproar?
So many questions yet to be answered.
'They just stood at the border of inhibition, waiting for the perfect opportunity to exact 'Their' own agenda. 'They' are not afraid of anyone, but the unnecessary expenditure of energy might be the reason for 'Their' demise.
These presences have different motives in coming upon this vast land of void where no living creature had visited.
Some had evil intentions pursuing the force that was only rare to the few remaining Ancient Houses of Heritage like the Tower of Doors.
And a few of them were only present to witness the coming of a new era and see if 'They' are fated to the person inside.
All remained still. No one moved. 'They' remained quite far from each other, unconsciously surrounding the zone of inhibition.
But do not be tricked, the zone of inhibition has a circumference that is so wide that it can be measured in tens of light-years.
These powerful Mystical Creatures are empowered by 'Their' own Celestial Order and capable of traversing these wide void in but a few steps. So, 'They' are very keen on movements. Even though 'They' are standing still, 'Their' Divine Sense observed others.
'They' are eyeing each other and waiting for someone to do something and fail first. Then, 'They' can formulate plans according to 'Their' abilities and adapt.
Before anyone could do anything, another powerful force invaded their proximity. It came from the direction of the Ribbon Seamstress and her House of Kalasiris. This House revolves around the Constellation of Fated Shai.
"Why is the Seamstress here? She is already powerful, does she wants the Tower? No, 'She' has 'Her' own House. Perhaps, 'She' wants another one, but that is… crazy," These two questions popped up in 'Their' heads.
In the form of a thousand-meter width and hundreds of millions of meters of long red string only tangible to strong powerhouses, the illusive Order of Fate permeated the zone of inhibition.
The nasty-tailed creatures still stayed in place. They await their Eldest to tell them what to do.
The silence was the Eldest's answer. The True One is here, what could these ants do?
The red string came from so far away with no visible ending, connecting layers of realms.
Countless invisible threads from 'These' powerful Mystical Creatures vibrated. These threads are connected to 'Them.'
Each has different kinds and colors of threads. Some are monstrous, some are angelic-like, some are malicious, and some are like hungry beasts.
When 'Their' bodies reached their current state, 'They' were able to produce such threads. This symbolized that 'They' are among the strongest entities alive.
But before anyone could do that, one must prove their selves to be worthy of such rank. One must choose to understand among the Three Origin Celestial Order, namely; Death, Life, and Fate.
Among the three, Fate is the easiest to grasp. Its corresponding Laws are relatively more complete compared to Life Celestial Order and visibly more helpful than the almost inexistent Death Celestial Order.
It is already rare to reach the peak, few can grasp Fate, and only three known Mystical Creatures comprehended Life.
How about the Death? Well, there were who tried and only tried. The outcome was either death of the Mythical and Soul Body or complete death and dispersing of soul.
When 'They' grasp the Law of Fate to some extent, 'They' will be able to produce their own thread of fate.
These threads are important. It gives additional abilities and it has its own perks in cultivation.
That is why the Ribbon Seamstress has a special position. In some way, 'She' is the strongest because 'She' governs the Celestial Order of Fate.
Some are afraid of 'Her', some are dreaded by 'Her', and some show respect to such a powerful entity.
They call 'Her' Seamstress but no one knows 'Its' true identity and everyone just gives a 'Her' pronoun based on the title.
Some thought of it as an opportunity but afraid of it being a trap. Some are also having doubts about moving at all. For they might expose their selves an opening.
When everyone is hesitating what to do, a Mythical Body of a long black-haired naked beautiful woman poured out from a painting.
'Her' body phased out of the painting and presented 'Herself' with the same lifelike eyes. Sharp canine fangs protruded out of 'Her' mouth and accentuated 'Her' lustful nature.
"What a lively occasion, we have here. No one bothered inviting me over." 'She' said innocently to the others with a tinge of blush on 'Her' cheeks.
'They' just looked at 'Her' coldly and then treated 'Her' as nothing. No one here does not know how easily 'Her' mind changed. For one thing, 'She' could just be smiling and after a moment 'She' would become a Wild Bengal.
So, everyone takes the long way around 'Her'. 'She' is also quite powerful, though feisty.
Upon hearing no reply, 'She added, "I am so sad. Everyone forgot about me. Huhu." 'She' added coquettishly
'Her' thick black thread of fate strongly vibrated and exposed itself as stripes of a Bengal Tiger outlined the threads. 'She' stopped 'Her' act and observed.
'Her' thread found its way and attached to the humongous red string without 'Her' permission. A charming smile was plastered on 'Her' face as 'She' observed the changes happening. With an eyebrow raised, 'Her' lips slowly curled up.
"Hohoho. It seems we are connected with this one." What a haul.
'She' just had this feeling when 'She' felt the presence of a unique soul passing through the Attic of Lost. Now, yet another appeared.
"Sniff. Sniff." A strong smell reached 'Her' very sensitive nose. 'This smell…' 'She' mulled thinking things up.
There was an invisible connection between 'Herself' and the being inside of the tower. 'She' knew their fates are intertwined, but to what extent?
No one knows how the red string of fate works, even 'Her' abilities can't measure it.