Unholy Player Chapter 547: The Creator of the Primora Path

Adyr approached to identify the figure, yet even up close, its outline stayed blurry to his eyes. It resembled a see-through force molded into a person's form, shimmering lightly against the vacant setting.

Once he was near enough, he halted and spoke, “The weather’s great today, right?”

He realized no real query or phrase would fit here. This had to be another of those pointless visions he’d experienced lately. So he uttered the first thing that popped into his head, sufficient to prompt a reply.

The figure’s head pivoted toward him gradually, without lifting from the seat. It regarded him featurelessly, lacking eyes or a mouth.

Then it responded in an elderly tone, “Is it?”

No feelings could be detected in the voice. Still, somehow, Adyr sensed it came from a man who’d forfeited all and embraced the loss.

A serenity born solely from the departure of the final cherished possession.

Adyr remained silent. He strolled over steadily, took the seat across, and gazed at the energy form. His bearing remained composed, like this was a routine encounter.

“You seem formed from Primora Path energy,” he remarked offhandedly.

The energy form closely mirrored his own within his Sanctuary, or God Domain as it was now called. It shared that same semi-tangible quality of strength crafted into a figure.

Oddly, uttering “Primora” brought no dramatic effect. No resistance arose, no tension filled the atmosphere. The usual reaction failed to occur when he pronounced the term.

“Indeed,” the entity confirmed, composed and assured. “Ultimately, the Path became mine.”

“I understand.” Adyr showed little astonishment. He still couldn’t determine if this formed part of his visions, a mental illusion, or actual reality.

The entity appeared indifferent to the subdued response, yet another matter burdened it. The clear energy on its face undulated faintly, forming a subtle scowl. “That held true once. Before you terminated my being and claimed it.”

Soon after, the gravity in its tone eased, and a faint trace of aged wit emerged. “Don’t misunderstand. I hold no grudge against you. I summoned you myself to accomplish it.”

Adyr felt puzzled. He had no grasp of the discussion’s context, but he maintained the rhythm. He proceeded as if they’d conversed for ages. “And why did you desire death?”

The entity chuckled, delighted by the inquiry. The noise reverberated oddly in the void. “Isn’t it obvious?” Then it exhaled. “I endured too much time. No rational consciousness endures such duration.”

As it talked, the surrounding area transformed, reacting to its words like an order.

“I entered existence solitary.”

The encompassing glow disappeared, yielding emptiness. Just the seats lingered, with their forms dangling in a stark, hushed abyss.

“Next, I formed what hadn’t been.”

Within the void, a tiny spherical object materialized, faint initially, then sharpening, drifting between them.

“I bestowed purpose on my work.”

Shades of green and blue extended over the sphere, and Adyr comprehended then that it represented a world, seas and continents emerging on its exterior.

“I directed my sight into them, and they stirred to life.”

Creatures appeared on the world. Societies developed. Empires ascended, and empires crumbled. Their ascent and downfall unfolded rapidly, like eras compressed and displayed in snippets before him.

The entity’s tone persisted. It elevated at the close, infused with notes of joy and mirth, akin to recalling a treasured, distant memory.

“Then I received a home. Offspring. Family. A nation. I began alone, yet found my place.”

Its voice lowered once more. “But I discovered what everything does, eventually. That all fades. Thus, I summoned you.”

Adyr inquired curiously, “So I brought an end to it all. That’s the story?”

The entity laughed softly and shook its head. “You concluded it, yes. But merely for me.” The energy on its face wavered anew, forming nearly a grin. “For you, it marked the start. I never imagined an Arbiter capable of emotion.”

For the initial time, Adyr’s face altered, his eyebrows knitting. “What are you saying?”

The entity delayed its reply. It observed Adyr briefly, then answered cautiously. “You haven’t encountered my daughter yet, have you?”

“Your daughter?” Adyr echoed quietly. A throbbing ache ignited, acute and abrupt behind his eyes. “Who is your—” He aimed to question, but his speech halted abruptly.

The area encircling them quivered. The atmosphere vibrated, as if an external force intruded.

Brightness and shadow abruptly inundated the void, cascading from overhead and expanding through the emptiness in clashing surges.

“Here our talk concludes,” the entity stated, the ensuing sigh truly fatigued. “Your offspring lack tolerance. They won’t allow this elder even a moment to depart.”

It stood from the chair and gazed upward, where brightness and shadow continued to influx. The energy on its face fluctuated more intensely, conveying a gentle grief and a subdued longing.

“It pleases me to witness you two.” It appended in a whisper-soft manner. “Kindly convey my regards to her, should she permit.”

In an instant, the whole realm disintegrated. It shattered like brittle crystal. Adyr closed his eyes against the jolt that rushed through his frame.

Upon reopening them, he beheld the grayscale sun suspended in the heavens.

It appeared splendid and, simultaneously, profoundly isolated.

—-

“Have I returned?” Adyr sensed the chill glow of the sun and the golden surface under him, still uncertain if these feelings proved genuine now.

He raised himself, hauling his extended, inert wings along.

He surveyed the surroundings, attempting to grasp his location.

The vicinity presented a scene of disorder. Twisted metal shards littered the area, and forms sprawled on the earth, showing no obvious indication of life or demise.

He extended his wings, retracted them, and descended from the surface gradually.

He proceeded to the closest form on the ground.

“Eren?” He identified him right away as he knelt and examined his heartbeat, verifying he remained alive.

he pondered, standing once more, his gaze absorbing each element in the vicinity, every minor fragment assembling in his thoughts as elements of a grander narrative.

Yet reflection eluded him. A sound came from above. A feminine sound, laced with dread and reverence simultaneously.

“Who are you?”

Adyr glanced upward and spotted a lady with fiery hair bound in two elevated tails, bronzed complexion, and scarlet eyes gazing at him intently, a pale outfit hugging her frame, and scarlet bat wings extended behind.

Beside her floated another presence resembling a device, fire erupting from under its base to maintain elevation. It viewed him with matching scarlet eyes, stunned in astonishment.

Seeing the pale outfits, Adyr inferred human origin, but the individuals were entirely unknown to him.

He detected their presence and strength too, clearly Rank 4 Practitioners.

he reflected inwardly, assessing their nature.

“I ought to be the one inquiring your identity and purpose in my domain,” Adyr replied evenly, without elevating his tone or forsaking composure.

The instant they caught his words, their countenances changed, comprehension dawning.

“So you’re the one. The sovereign here.” Kaelor uttered in a grave tone, only then realizing the prior event, which had drawn them hastily to investigate, stemmed from the Human race’s leader.

Soon, additional presences converged at the site.

A silvery gleam streaked the sky, Zephan materializing beside the two Blood Path Practitioners.

Liora came next upon her soaring cloud, hastening as swiftly as possible, Throgar trailing on his massive eye.

Further Rank 4 Practitioners trailed them. Lunari, Gorathim, Aqualeth, Obsidran, and even Houndkin streamed in successively, rapidly filling the airspace. The identical dread and reverence marked their features distinctly.

They examined the zone initially, seeking something. Failing to locate it, their gazes turned successively until all fixed on Adyr.

Adyr’s stare intensified as it clashed with theirs.

He pondered wordlessly, unable to voice the query.

One fact stood clear from their expressions. The event these formidable Practitioners had hurried to behold must have been so astonishing that it had rattled each profoundly.