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Chapter 514 Preserver
Nerrisa’s calm smile disappeared for the first time since the meeting had begun. Instead, one of her platinum eyebrows slowly rose, genuine surprise flashing across her usually unreadable face. Her platinum eyes sharpened with obvious intensity as they fixed themselves upon Razeal.
She had expected many things from Razeal. She knew he possessed talents that even she found absurd. She knew he carried secrets. She even knew he had somehow obtained a sword capable of shaking the balance of the world.
But this... this was completely outside even her expectations. She herself had investigated the dimensional gates personally. She had searched every trace, every fluctuation of space, every residue of law left behind after the monsters emerged. She had found almost nothing except that faint, almost impossible-to-detect divine presence.
Even with all her strength and understanding, she had failed to uncover the truth. Yet now Razeal had calmly claimed he knew the reason. That alone was enough to make even someone like Nerrisa genuinely interested. She looked directly into his crimson eyes before speaking in a calm but noticeably more serious tone.
"Then... please continue, if you truly know something regarding this matter."
Every Regent around the World Table shifted their attention completely toward Razeal. Some leaned forward ever so slightly upon their thrones. Others narrowed their eyes. Even those who had looked completely uninterested moments ago now watched him without blinking.
The Sovereign Hall became so silent that not even the sound of breathing seemed noticeable anymore.
Razeal calmly felt every one of those gazes resting upon him. They were curious. Suspicious. Doubtful. Some even carried expectations. Yet none of those expressions affected him in the slightest. He simply gave a small nod toward Nerrisa before speaking in the same calm voice. "It was the Preserver who did this."
The moment those words left his mouth, a visible ripple passed through the council. Several Regents instinctively straightened in their seats.
A few eyebrows shot upward. Even the usually expressionless Spirit King Aurelion slightly narrowed his eyes. Queen Sylvara’s fingers stopped tapping against the armrest of her throne. Julius slowly pressed his lips together. Archmage Valerion’s old eyes suddenly became much deeper. They all knew of the Three Supreme Gods. Every civilization, every ancient archive, every forgotten ruin contained stories regarding them.
The God of Creation... the God of Destruction... those two names were known throughout the world. Their myths, impossible miracles, ancient battles, and divine legends had survived countless ages. Entire religions had risen around them before eventually fading into history.
However... among those three supreme beings, there existed one name that almost never appeared. The Preserver. The God of Equilibrium. The one said to stand silently between creation and destruction. The most mysterious of the three. So mysterious that many scholars even debated whether such a Supreme God had ever existed at all. Compared to Creation and Destruction, almost nothing was recorded about the Preserver.
Most of the surviving records mentioned only a single line before ending abruptly. Because of that, many younger generations had never even heard the name. Yet Razeal... this boy who had not even lived a fraction of the lives of those seated here... had spoken that forgotten name without the slightest hesitation or uncertainty.
For several seconds, nobody interrupted him.
Razeal ignored every pair of eyes fixed upon him and calmly continued.
"And.. No..." he said while gently shaking his head. "His true divine body has not descended into this realm. What came here... is only an avatar." His words were spoken so naturally that even he himself became slightly surprised. He had expected resistance. He had expected something to stop him.
Ever since learning certain truths connected to fate, destiny, and Riven, he had instinctively believed that such knowledge should never be freely spoken. It simply felt... forbidden. Like an invisible law engraved into reality itself. He had honestly expected that the moment he tried to reveal anything regarding the Preserver, the words would refuse to leave his mouth.
That expectation had not appeared without reason.
He remembered what Nancy had told him once. As how she had once tried to tell her mother about Riven... about his existence, about what he was planning, and about the danger surrounding him.
Yet despite desperately trying, not a single word had been able to leave her lips. Her mouth had opened. Her voice had failed. It was as though the world itself had denied her permission to speak. Fate... destiny... those were not simple ideas. They were terrifying forces interwoven into reality itself. Ordinary people could not casually reveal matters touching the center of those laws. Especially not when they involved the Preserver, an existence standing almost at the very heart of fate itself. Even becoming aware of such a being should have been nearly impossible, let alone speaking openly about him before eleven World Regents.
Yet...
Razeal had spoken.
Without resistance.
Without pain.
Without the world trying to silence him.
His crimson eyes narrowed almost invisibly.
Something...
Something was wrong.
His expression remained perfectly calm, but countless thoughts flashed through his mind within an instant. Was this merely coincidence? Had some condition been fulfilled without him realizing it? Or... was this exactly what the world wanted? The thought caused a faint alarm to ring somewhere deep inside him. He had long stopped believing in coincidences. Especially after everything involving the Dimension Eye, Riven, destiny, and the countless impossible events surrounding his life. Every strange occurrence seemed connected to something far larger than himself. If the world had allowed him to speak now... then perhaps it had a reason for doing so.
His fingers unconsciously tightened against the armrest of his shadow throne before slowly relaxing again.
"...i have a bad feeling about this."
Though no matter what hidden consequences might come later, they no longer mattered for this moment.
As for whether Razeal was truly going to tell them about Riven, the portals, and everything connected to that strange bastard’s plans, the answer was obvious to him.
Yes. Of course he was. There was almost nothing for him to lose by revealing part of the truth. Riven’s secrets were not Razeal’s responsibility, and as for protecting that smug bastard’s plans, Razeal honestly could not care less. If anything, he would be more than happy if his words became the reason all these World Regents turned their full attention toward Riven and began chasing after him.
Just imagining that eternally smiling face finally losing its calm expression gave Razeal a faint sense of satisfaction. He could almost picture the Preserver being surrounded by Emperor-ranked monsters from every continent, his plans interrupted, his paths blocked, and his smugness finally beaten out of him. That thought alone was enough to make Razeal feel that revealing some information might be worth it.
Of course, he would not tell them everything. He was not stupid. The parts that directly concerned himself, his own fate, the true nature of his connection with Riven, and anything he considered too dangerous to expose would remain hidden. But the rest? The portals, the avatar, and the fact that Riven had already begun interfering with this world? He had no reason to protect any of it.
"An avatar..." Archmage Valerion murmured from his seat, one wrinkled hand slowly moving through his long white beard while his old but sharp eyes remained fixed upon Razeal. He did not speak with disbelief exactly. Instead, he sounded like a scholar who had just been given one missing piece of a mystery and was trying to understand whether it truly fit.
"I had not considered that possibility," he continued, half speaking to the hall and half speaking to himself, as though saying his thoughts aloud was simply an old habit he had never lost.
"But yes It could explain how a Supreme God’s presence appeared within this realm without the gates of Heaven being restored. But even then..." His white brows slowly drew together.
"Why would a Supreme God choose something so foolish?" The question carried genuine weight.
"Yes, destroying an avatar would not kill the true divine body, but the damage would still return to the original. Divinity would be weakened. Divine essence would be lost. Perhaps even laws tied to the avatar would be harmed." His fingers continued moving slowly through his beard while his thoughts deepened.
"And creating such a body is not simple. The old records mention gods descending through avatars, possessing vessels, or sending incarnations into lower realms, but every method demands an enormous price. Even for ordinary gods, the cost is terrible. For a Supreme God, the burden should be far greater." Valerion’s old eyes sharpened.
"Not to mention that after descending, they would be unable to use more than a small fraction of their true power. Their divine laws would be restricted. Their senses would be limited. They would be forced to live inside the shell of a mortal body." He paused, and a faint trace of confusion crossed his aged face.
"Gods are proud by nature. Supreme Gods even more so. For one of them to willingly lower itself into a mortal vessel, to accept weakness, restriction, and possible damage... there must be an extraordinary reason." Finally, he looked directly at Razeal.
"Are you truly certain?"
"I am," Razeal answered with a small shrug while remaining seated upon his shadow throne. His tone was calm, almost careless, as though Archmage Valerion had asked him whether the weather outside was cold rather than whether one of the oldest beings in existence had descended into the mortal realm.
That simple confidence caused the hall to become even quieter. Every Regent continued looking at him. None could see hesitation on his face. He did not search for words, did not pause to think, and did not appear to be guessing. He spoke like someone repeating a fact he had already confirmed for himself long ago.
Nova and Selena, however, did not share the same cold curiosity as the others. Both of their expressions had hardened. Nova sat upon the purple throne with her arms tense against its sides, her royal-purple eyes fixed completely upon Razeal. Selena, sitting upon the Pope’s radiant throne, had also gone still.
A heavy unease formed inside both of them for reasons neither could properly explain.
Why did Razeal know anything about a Supreme God? Not merely the name of the Preserver, but the existence of an avatar as well? Such knowledge was hidden even from most old people. Even ancient records spoke only in fragments, and in nearly every legend where a god had entered the mortal world, their identity had remained secret until centuries later, if it was discovered at all. No one knew how many times divine beings had truly walked among mortals.
Perhaps it had happened dozens of times. Perhaps hundreds. The world remembered only one or two stories clearly, stories so old that even their truth had become uncertain. Yet Razeal spoke as though none of this was distant history to him.
The feeling inside Nova’s chest tightened. Selena’s fingers slowly curled together upon her lap. Neither woman said anything, but their eyes did not leave Razeal even for a moment. Something about this felt wrong. Not merely dangerous. Personal. As though whatever connection existed between Razeal and the Preserver was far closer than anyone in the hall yet understood.
"How are you so certain?" Elven Queen Elessa finally asked. Her gaze toward Razeal had changed completely. Earlier, she had looked at him with curiosity, perhaps even slight amusement because of his age and attitude. Now that curiosity had become sharp and serious. She leaned slightly forward upon her living throne, the ancient vines behind her moving faintly as if reacting to her attention.
"Have you perhaps met the Preserver’s avatar yourself?" Her question was direct, but not careless. The fact that Razeal knew the name of one of the Three Supreme Gods was already significant. Knowing about avatars was even more so. Among the World Regents, only those deeply involved in ancient history, divine studies, or forgotten records possessed even fragments of such knowledge. Some seated at the table had not known an avatar descent was possible at all. Yet this young man, who looked barely older than a teenager, spoke of it with absolute certainty. His value in the eyes of the council had already risen far beyond what it had been when he first entered the hall. Now every Regent watched him with real attention, waiting for his answer.
"I have," Razeal replied calmly. Then he crossed his arms and leaned back against the shadow throne, his crimson eyes moving over the hall without concern. "Many times." A faint shift passed through several expressions around the table. Before anyone could interrupt, he continued, "And no, I did not approach him. He approached me."
That answer settled into the hall like another stone dropped into deep water. Several Regents narrowed their eyes. One leaned slightly forward. Another quietly exchanged a look with the person beside them. The idea that Razeal had met a Supreme God’s avatar even once was extraordinary. The idea that it had happened many times was almost unbelievable. But the most serious part was not the number of meetings. It was who had sought whom.
"Why?" Elessa asked immediately, her voice lower now.
"What does he want from you?" Her green eyes studied Razeal’s face carefully, searching for even the smallest sign of discomfort.
"A Supreme God does not repeatedly approach a mortal without reason. If the Preserver himself came to you, then whatever he seeks must be of extreme importance? Right?"
No one disagreed.
From the way Razeal had answered, the calmness of his voice, and the absence of even the smallest hesitation, it seemed far more likely that he was telling the truth than inventing some impossible story. Of course, there remained the possibility that he was simply an extraordinary liar. But Nerrisa was sitting at the head of the table. Her ability to judge truth and falsehood within her presence was well known among the World Regents. Had Razeal lied, even slightly, she would have noticed. Yet Nerrisa said nothing. She merely watched him with narrowed platinum eyes, her expression thoughtful rather than doubtful.
That silence from her was confirmation enough.
Razeal had truly met the Preserver.
Many times.
And the Supreme God had been the one seeking him.
Why?
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