It had been days, since the High Priest had been bestowed the prophecy from the Life Root itself.
He had visualized it over and over again, yet couldn't figure out just what the supreme being wanted to confer to him.
He'd seen a certain time in the future revealed to him, then there would be a certain individual appearing out of nowhere which later changes the entirety of the first future he had witnessed.
It seemed as if someone had just changed what was supposed to be in the future, by somehow managing to find a way into it.
This was something he had never seen in all his years of servitude to the supreme being, in fact it was the first time he had ever heard or seen such a thing occur since birth.
What he had seen was much like the future of a flowing river to end up emptying into the sea yet it suddenly has its path altered due to the appearance of a dam in its path.
Currently, the High Priest whose birth name seemed to be only remembered by few and being one himself, sat before a bowl of fish soup.
Ravond, known as a powerful mage who had achieved earth shattering merits and also becoming the high priest.
Being at the age of 250 years, he was stronger, healthier, faster and much more good looking old man than any who would have miraculously survived to his age.
He had seen the rise and fall of many, he couldn't even remember his comrades from years back.
He seemed to have been charged with the purpose of just watching everything come to this world and also leave it.
Was it a curse or blessing to live for so long?
Ravond couldn't tell, but in all he never had any regrets in deciding to take on the mantle, and dedicate his entire life and being to the supreme being- he had no choice.
Slurping up the soup, he sat down near the large dining table which bore many seats around, yet were mostly occupied once in a thousand years.
Two figures stood by his side in white robes and also having their heads under a hood.
Among the two figures, one had its face hidden behind a mask which covered his entire facial features, while the other's face could be seen quite clearly.
The entire Empire wasn't known to be an empire because of its resources, land or even population but rather, by the power it had at its disposal.
The Life Temple in which the name of the empire was taken after, looked exactly like that of an entire city with half of it being occupied by the Life Root itself.
The temple was rumored to have come from the Root World, a dimension in which the Life Root inhabited and created being accessible to only the chiefs of the Tree race.
Within the half of the temple was where the one who bore the highest authority below the Life Root, resided.
He wasn't a chief as every emperor was, giving him no access to the systems, advanced skills, knowledge and other domains including the Root World.
Keeping him company in the temple were the robes, ones which had one duty, to protect and care for Ravond the High Priest.
The Paladins at the only border of the Life Temple, standing as mostly immobile towers with large swords crossed together blocking any entry, unless allowed by the High Priest.
It sure wasn't a lonely life for the High Priest in the temple, as each day he was either beating down the robes in one game or getting lashed in another.
The temple was a busy haven and all year round, despite having enough time for fun games, the high priest dealt with numerous orders from conjuring healing spells to other elixirs if different qualities.
Though the Mage tower also involved themselves in the same acts, would you choose theirs over that for the High Priest?
Breaking up a piece of the large and heavy loaf of bread before him, he shoved it into his wide opened mouth before slurping up more scoops of soup. This was another delicacy he loved, after all he could take in anything and not die anyway, so whatever meal was welcomed- even the deadliest poisons.
He munched on it, not failing to feel each and every part of it as he had a very sensitive tongue, able to taste the very raw flour and ingredients used in its preparation.
One by one, the bread gradually reduced in both mass and weight till it was finally exhausted by yours truly - Ravond himself.
Quickly the table was cleared off and a new set of the same meal and bread of course was placed before him.
This was normal and happened on a daily basis, as he could eat mostly 3 sets of these a day during breakfast.
Yet, after an encounter with the Life Root, he was indeed sure enough that he'd be able to chunk down about 15 of them, and that wasn't something the temple couldn't get done.
Gulping down his third set, he placed the plate which once held the bread back on the table before turning to look at his right side.
"I need to get the word out." Ravond voiced out, to the face under the hood of the white robes who stood at his right.
The robe just nodded in response before turning and walking out of the large hall, while the High Priest continued digging in.
Soon, the guard returned and stood at his previous position which was the right side of the High Priest's chair.
Following suit, after the robe were two more figures which bore masks under hoods, yet wore black robes unlike the others as they rather seemed to be knights.
The two stood still as the Priest munched down on his meal as when he was done with another set, he gestured for them to come while it was quickly cleared.
Approaching the table, one of the dark robed figures who had a scroll in hand, loosened it before placing it on the table, in front of the High Priest.
These knights were one of the knights which dwelled in the temple for just this reason - to relay messages from the Temple to the outside, though that rarely happened.
These knights were from the Imperial Union's Elites, and were nothing special compared to the robes.
Grabbing the inked feather pen, he began to write the message boldly on the scroll. Even though he wrote just a few words, it was enough to get them there quickly.
"THE LIFE ROOT SUMMONS ALL EMPERORS AND EMPRESSES."Ravond ended it with a stamp and signature from him.
The knight folded the scroll before turning towards him to give a bow, taking their leave as another tray of soup and bread sat before him- his brutal devouring resumed.
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