DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter Chains of Prophecy
-Grim Waste-
Eowyn and Davhil found themselves enclosed in the cage again. Their predicament had grown even more dire after the unforeseen energy barrier had exposed their presence and underscored the malevolence of their captors.
Within the double-locked cage, surrounded by magical barriers, Davhil couldn’t help but succumb to a sense of hopelessness. The darkbanes appeared to be well-prepared for any attempts at escape. Turning to his sister, he expressed his concerns.
“What’s our next move, Eowyn?” he asked, his voice tinged with worry. “These barbarians seem formidable.”
Eowyn met his gaze with unwavering determination. “I refuse to believe that we can’t break free,” she responded. “We’ve overcome adversity in the past, and we’ll overcome this too.”
The ongoing fight among the darkbanes was a small silver lining, diverting their attention from the captives. Eowyn knew they had to take advantage of this moment to plan their escape.
Davhil nodded in agreement, fully grasping the gravity of their situation. They understood that the darkbanes, armed with their magical abilities and knowledge of the Grim Wastes, presented a formidable challenge.
Back at their hut, Rosche couldn’t contain her curiosity and asked, “What do you mean by that, Master?”
“It’s all connected,” Master Sylvanus began, his eyes filled with a sense of knowing. “From the ancient artifact to the deaths of each of the kings, everything is happening according to the prophecy.”
“What prophecy?” Rosche inquired.
“An Aurerian seer foretold all of this, didn’t you know?” Master Sylvanus responded. “The dark entity’s twelve seals signify the souls of the twelve kings, which means if one of them dies, one seal will be broken, and it’s happening now.”
“I didn’t know there was such a prophecy,” Rosche admitted. “The twelve kings are so selfless to tie their lives to the seals of the dark entity.”
“Selfless?” Master Sylvanus smirked. “You mean hypocrites. What tied them to those seals is not their selflessness but their greediness. And those twelve artifacts of Verdant Spire are their curse.”
“Curse?” Rosche was confused. “I haven’t heard anything about a curse. I’ve spent most of my life in Crystalpeak, reading countless books, and there’s no mention of a curse in any of the historical records of Arantle.”
“History is written by the victors,” Master Sylvanus explained. “There’s always something amiss when it comes to the real truth that all of you know. If it wasn’t for those twelve kings, the Aurerians would not have gone extinct, and the dark entity would not have gathered so much power.”
Rosche didn’t know what to say and remained silent.
“Don’t worry, eventually, the world will come to know the truth,” Master Sylvanus reassured.