A short while later, Hagan was dropped off at the inn he'd been using and had dinner ushered to his room.
'Shiva's Hands… Now that I know the name of the God of Time, will I inherit their power or do I need to collect more artifacts?'
There was another detail besides that which was weighing heavy on his mind.
'Realms.'
Hagan pondered on what it could possibly mean. It could mean that there were various other versions of earth, perhaps some still were infected like his or maybe not, it could mean that the other "realms" were different from everything he knew, it could mean that the Trials were from the other realms. This single word sent him into turmoil, attempting to guess its true meaning.
Eventually, he pushed those thoughts out of his mind. Hagan decided to conduct a few experiments.
He summoned the gauntlets, they covered his hands and went up nearly to his elbow, stopping just before the joint. The intricate engraving looked like an abstract river, but after looking closer, there was a certain order to it. Hagan had no idea what it was as he was a mere human and the gauntlets were a Gods.
He summoned Times Advent as well, he was hoping that he would be able to practice with the two artifacts. His current occupation was mainly acquired to help him be able to activate the artifacts.
Hagan wasn't killing people for the he'll of it, no, there was a purpose. He needed to siphon their Arcane, a power source that all living being contained. Arcane lay within every person regardless of whether they challenged a Trial, didn't, or were manifested by the Trial. The various abominations harbored Arcane as well, but the humans of this Trial seemed to carry much more.
This was great news in a sense, hundreds of thousands of being which contained mountains of Arcane, most of which didn't know how to fight. On the flip side, they were human, the same as Hagan. The same as Izzy. Hagan didn't like the idea of simply murdering to gain Arcane, so he joined Raaz as an assassin and killed ruthless and cruel people. Obviously sometimes innocent people were caught up and had to be taken care of, and although Hagan did take care of them, he felt slightly guilty.
All in all, there was a method to the madness… most of it at least.
Hagan glanced over at the table in the corner of his room, a blurry apparition sat there. Although he couldn't make out its features, he knew it was staring back at him. The specter appeared shortly after he'd arrived in the kingdom, Hagan first thought it had something to do with the Gods due to its knowledge of all six Gods and the forgotten being he was tied to.
Shortly after finishing his training under Raaz, Hagan would realize how wrong he'd been. The specter was the product of the severe strain he'd experienced from the small village, the harrowing kingdom, and his inability to channel his feelings properly.
'Creepy bastard…'
Hagan pushed all unnecessary thoughts out of his head and went back to studying the gauntlets.
'Let's see if I can wild time now.'