Unholy Player Chapter 547: The Creator of the Primora Path

Adyr approached to identify the figure, yet even as he drew nearer, its form stayed indistinct to him. It appeared as a see-through force formed into a humanoid contour, shimmering softly against the vacant scenery.

Once he was near enough, Adyr halted and spoke, "The weather is excellent today, isn’t it?"

He realized no query or phrase would hold true meaning in this spot. It must be another of those pointless visions he had experienced up to now. Thus, he uttered the first thing that entered his thoughts, sufficient to draw a reply.

The figure's head pivoted toward him gradually without lifting from the seat. It regarded him with no discernible traits, lacking eyes or lips.

Then it responded in a voice marked by age, "Is it?"

No sentiment could be detected in the tone. Still, for some reason, Adyr sensed it came from a man who had forfeited all and embraced that loss.

A tranquility born solely after the final cherished possession had vanished.

Adyr remained silent. He strolled over steadily, took the seat across, and fixed his gaze on the energy form. His bearing remained composed, as if this were a routine encounter.

"You look like you’re made of Primora Path energy," he remarked offhandedly.

The energy form bore a striking resemblance to his own energy form within his Sanctuary, or God Domain, its updated title. It possessed the identical semi-tangible quality of strength sculpted into a figure.

Even more oddly, upon uttering "Primora," no extraordinary event occurred. There was no resistance, no tension in the atmosphere. Nothing transpired as it typically did whenever he attempted to voice the term.

"Indeed," the entity affirmed, serene and assured. "In the end, the Path was mine."

"I see." Adyr showed little astonishment. He still couldn't determine if this formed part of his visions, his thoughts deceiving him, or an actual occurrence.

The entity appeared unconcerned by the muted response, yet another matter burdened him. The clear energy on his visage undulated faintly, forming the outline of a slight scowl. "That was once true. Before you terminated my being and claimed it from me."

Moments later, the gravity in his tone eased, and a subtle thread of wry amusement emerged. "Do not mistake me. I lay no blame upon you. I was the one who called you to do it."

Adyr experienced bewilderment. He had no grasp of this discussion's essence, but he preserved the rhythm. He proceeded as if they had conversed for ages. "And why did you want to die?"

The entity chuckled, delighted by the inquiry. The noise reverberated oddly in the void. "Is that not plain?" Then he exhaled. "I lived too long. No rational consciousness was designed to endure such duration."

While he uttered those words, the surrounding area altered, reacting to his words like an order.

"I was born alone."

The illumination enveloping all faded away, yielding pure emptiness. Just the seats persisted, with their forms dangling in a stark, hushed abyss.

"Then I shaped what was not."

Amid the emptiness, a compact spherical form materialized, faint initially, then sharpening, drifting between them.

"I gave meaning to my creation."

Verdant and azure hues started to expand over the spherical form, and Adyr comprehended then that it represented a world, seas and continents emerging on its exterior.

"I set my gaze within them, and they awoke."

Living entities surfaced on the world. Societies developed. Empires ascended, and empires crumbled. Their ascent and downfall unfolded in rapid sequence, as though chronology was compressed and displayed to him in segments.

The entity's voice persisted. It swelled toward the conclusion and held traces of joy and delight, akin to one recollecting a treasured and distant memory.

"Then I was granted a hearth. Children. Kin. A people. I was born alone, and I ended up belonging."

His voice lowered once more. "Yet I learned what all things learn, in the end. That all must pass. So I called you."

Adyr inquired with curiosity, "So I ended everything. Is that it?"

The entity laughed softly and shook his head. "You ended it, yes. But only for me." The energy fluctuated on his visage again, forming something akin to a grin. "For you, it was only the beginning. I did not think an Arbiter could know feeling."

For the initial time, Adyr's countenance altered, his eyebrows knitting. "What do you mean?"

The entity delayed his response. He observed Adyr for some moments, then answered thoughtfully. "You have not yet faced my daughter, have you?"

"Your daughter?" Adyr echoed quietly. A throbbing ache began to build, acute and abrupt behind his eyes. "Who is your—" He intended to question, but his speech halted abruptly.

The area encircling them quivered. The atmosphere quaked, as if an external force pressed inward.

Brilliance and shadow abruptly inundated the emptiness, surging from overhead and extending through the abyss in clashing surges.

"This is where our speech ends," the entity stated, and the ensuing sigh seemed truly fatigued. "Your children have little patience. They would not grant this old one even a breath for farewell."

He stood from his position and gazed upward, where brilliance and shadow continued to influx. The energy undulated more profoundly across his visage, conveying a gentle grief and a subdued longing.

"It gladdens me to see you both." he added in a very soft tone. "Please carry my wishes to her, if she allows."

In an instant, the whole area disintegrated. It shattered like delicate crystal. Adyr closed his eyes as the shockwave coursed through his entire frame.

Upon reopening them, he discovered himself gazing at the grayscale sun suspended in the heavens.

It appeared grand and, simultaneously, profoundly isolated.

—-

"Am I back?" Adyr sensed the chill glow of the sun and the aureate dais under him, still uncertain if these feelings were genuine this instance.

He levered himself up, hauling his elongated, inert wings along.

He surveyed the surroundings, attempting to grasp his location.

The vicinity was a jumble of disorder. Twisted metallic shards littered the area, and corpses sprawled on the earth, showing no evident signs of life or demise.

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

He advanced to the closest form prone on the ground.

"Eren?" He identified him right away as he knelt and examined his pulse, verifying he remained alive.

he thought, standing once more, his gaze absorbing every aspect of the scene, each minor element slotting into his consciousness as a fragment of a grander narrative.

Yet he lacked time for reflection. A voice descended from above. A female's voice, laced with terror and reverence simultaneously.

"Who are you?"

Adyr glanced upward and spotted a woman with scarlet hair bound in two elevated ponytails, ebony skin, and ruby eyes peering down at him with strained attention, a pale uniform hugging her form, and sanguine bat wings extended behind her.

Beside her floated another presence resembling a contraption, fires erupting from under its base to maintain its hover. It regarded him with matching ruby eyes, immobilized in astonishment.

Upon noticing the pale uniforms, Adyr surmised they were of human origin, but the individuals were wholly unknown to him.

He could also detect their presence and strength, clearly Rank 4 Practitioners.

he thought quietly, assessing their essence.

"It should be me asking who you are and what you’re doing in my territory," Adyr replied without elevating his tone or forsaking his composure.

The instant they heard him, their countenances changed, comprehension dawning upon them.

"So it was you. The ruler of this place." Kaelor whispered in a grave voice, only then realizing that the occurrence before, the one that prompted their haste here to investigate, had been wrought by the head of the Human race.

Soon afterward, additional presences began to converge at the site.

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

Liora reached next upon her drifting cloud, hastening as swiftly as possible, with Throgar trailing her, mounted on his enormous eye.

Further Rank 4 Practitioners trailed behind. Lunari, Gorathim, Aqualeth, Obsidran, and even Houndkin streamed in successively, swiftly filling the skies. The identical dread and reverence displayed evidently on their visages.

They examined the locale initially, hunting for an item. Upon failing to locate it, their gazes turned progressively until they all fixed upon Adyr.

Adyr’s stare intensified as it clashed with theirs.

He thought silently, unable to voice the query aloud.

But one fact stood clear from their expressions. Whatever these formidable Practitioners had hastened to behold must have been so astonishing that it had rattled each of them profoundly.