While they are at it, I slowly slip away and make my way to the northern part of the temple.
As I walk, my mind starts calculating the technique suitable for sneaking. It didn't take long until I found the right technique.
I slowly raise my feet and start channeling the little bit of mana in my feet. As I walk, my mind adjusts, and so does my body.
The movement technique I'm going to use is called Ghost of Heavenly Thief movement technique. A technique that, once you reach the initial level, you will be able to erase your presence. Reaching the mid level will give you the ability to move in stealth, and reaching the higher level will give you the chance to pass through any type of wall. The perfect level gives you the full right to completely erase your existence for as long as you want.
I start doing the same thing—practicing the movement technique repeatedly. Every time I feel like I'm thoroughly exhausted, only will I stop. I continue doing that again and again until I'm able to reach initial level.
Running toward the area, I soon found what I'm looking for. A well in the forest out of nowhere surely is not weird at all.
I examined the area; that stone should be around here.
"Ahhh"
I muttered the moment I found the stone I'm looking for.
I immediately pushed it upward, and I found a small hole in it. I reach my hand toward the rope and pull it up. Once I have the rope, which is connected to the bucket.
I start equipping it on the well. And I slowly let it sink; it continued for a while, and the sun had already reached the horizon. I'm doing this for quite a while now since.
"Click"
Hearing that 'click' I feel all my disappointment disappear and replace it with elatedness. I notice the water disappearing at a disgusting speed. Once it's all gone, I tie the end of the rope to the foundation of the well and slowly make my way down.
Once I see the land of the well, I jump down and stare at it. I fix my attire for a moment before I look at my left, the feeling of undeniable horror creeps through my skin. I forcefully look away, and I stare at my right. There I find the feeling of comfort and peace.
I then stare at my right, there I found a moral making my brows creased.
The words that is written on the mural depicted the choice a person can have.
"Heroes are people that thread the path of righteousness but they don't have the right to dictate what is right, only those left. Sometimes those who Left survive but the path they would thread is a silver lining of their desire not the right path they supposed to follow.
"But what about the You who thrive what choice will follow?"
"The path where Left is the choice of a scourge who will do everything just to survive or The path where Right is the choice of a hero who will do everything for greater good"
I stared at it, and I found it pathetic, the choice is. Whenever you're given two choice, will you choose one of the two?
There must be other choice aside from that, and if there's really no choice then all you need to do is create one. A choice where you don't need to be tied up on what is right and what is wrong.
As I stare at the message on the mural that is written in blood, I couldn't help but feel conflicted. After all, the thing I've watched in the mirror doesn't have anything written on it.
I approach the mural, tracing it using my finger. I could tell that the blood has been long dried and the cracks in the mural shows how old it is.
I circled the mural and I look back to where I came from. I approach the bucket before continuing my stride. once I reach the brick stone of the well, I stroke the stone.
I pushed it and the brick stone shook lightly before It disappear from my sight.
I caught a sight of a woman in dark dress lying at the altar while holding a small wooden chest.
I approach her and once I reached her, I stared at her eyes, She didn't back down either.
'Weird is she dead or alive?'
I asked myself while internally conflicted, I didn't back down. Contrary to those nun I've seen in the temple, this lady don't have a hood covering her face.
I could see how beautiful does purple like eyes, those long pointy nose and her near perfection face makes her flawless.
I could feel emotions in those eyes. Emotions that is the strongest and overpowered all is her… regret…
"What do you regret?"
I asked her but she remain unresponsive.
"hmmm"
"I see"
I understand now, she regret something just like me, but unlike me who have been given a chance to live, the lady will never have one.
A lady that is held captive and imprisoned here, with only one role. And that is to guard the treasure of the darkness temple.
Depraving her of her freedom and isolating her from the world until her mortal body dies. Truly a pitiful life for someone like her.
"Let go now. It's alright, I will take care of it.
The chance that was robbed on you, the happiness you deserve, I will give them to you. I will help you escape from the chains that is binding you, for as long as you unconditionally follow me, I will grant your wish to experience the things that had been depraved on you."
I said those word, I can see it in her eyes, tears fall slowly but steady. I don't feel bad though, it's not that I lied to her, as long as she's of use of me I will let her use me too.
She slowly separate her fingers from the wooden chest and one by one, the sound of crisp would overwhelmed the entire place.
Once she's done, she raise her hand, although slowly. Her hand is shaking visibly and trying to reach on my arms.
I approach her to let her grab my left arm, and as soon as her and landed, I felt I soothing feeling all over my body. I look at her, I hide the fact that I want to question what she's doing but in the end, I respect her decision. This is the least I could do to deceive her.
Once the soothing feeling dissipate, I feel cold in my left arms, it's as if it will turn ice and break any moment. I stare at my arms, my eyes caught a glimpse of a skeleton with a black dress, I could tell what happened.
She pass her last bit of energy and power, even the potential that she have before transferring herself in a tattoo.
"Rune…?"
I blurted out but I quickly erased that idea, people of this world have no idea about runes. Maybe it's just something similar.
"What is rune?"
I heard a voice, and I look at my left, she's floating in her ethereal form, she's still wearing the same dress as before but this time, her black hair has turned white.
"Nothing, just a language"
I didn't lie runes are language and runic spell is a powerful language that could potentially endanger the universe if weild by the great power. I still don't have any idea where did that God get that, the runic language I mean.