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Chapter 414: Chapter 414: Trial of the Blessed
Chapter 414 – Trial of the Blessed
The moment Meris entered the strange room, the colossal door behind snapped shut with a loud booming sound. It was so strong that a shockwave erupted, slamming into Meris.
She didn’t react. Meris was more interested in the feeling her skin and perception were receiving from the inputs around her.
On her feet, she felt like she was standing on ice, yet seconds later — maybe even less — it was snow-like, but then again she heard and felt the wet sound of water under her feet.
Meris frowned.
It was not only her feet. The whole surrounding was like that, making her body unable to get used to one aspect before it switched to another.
In a dangerous way, she began to feel a sense of fatigue. It was like her brain was furiously trying to get a grasp of her environment yet repeatedly failing.
The Daughter of Frost began to wonder, looking around the darkness in search for something helpful.
But she didn’t have to.
The Will chimed.
DING!
The chime was accompanied by the disappearance of the darkness veiling Meris’s eyes. Her mirror-like silver eyes widened in dismay as the magnificent yet horrendous sight of the gigantic room was received by her eyes.
[The Daughter of Frost has stepped into the artificial dungeon, Trial of The Blessed, created by Ariane Froid Sed Elamin, The Maid of Frost, Third Ancestor of Elamin.]
[The Blessed has come. The Condition has been successfully met.]
[The Trial shall soon start.]
"W-wait what? Blessed?" Meris exclaimed, almost tripping.
Everything happened so fast that Meris was unable to properly react.
She looked around her, seeing how the surrounding shifted from ice, then snow, followed by water and even vapor and fog at irregular intervals and order.
The transmutations were so fast and abnormal her very senses, trying to keep up with the process, were left in the dust, unable to follow.
Meris cursed under her breath, trying to keep her step steady as the ice shifted to vapor.
She failed and almost fell, caught only by a stair of ice that appeared behind her.
"This..."
Her words stuck in her throat as the elements of the room squealed, boomed, then crashed down in harmony in the middle of the room, coalescing together.
A small storm of ice, snow, water, vapor, and fog was immediately birthed in the middle of this gigantic room, and rose skyward until it touched the ceiling.
Meris felt a deep horrific cold crawling inside of her. A cold so primordial it chilled her very bones, frosting her breath and organs alike.
She instantly acted, twitching her finger in time, causing her own ice to burst outward like a blast of fire, wafting off the cold.
Meris managed to gasp, her lungs freed, a wind of relief fluttering her heart.
It didn’t last long.
The tempest of elements died down, condensing into the shape of a being.
The Daughter of Frost rested her eyes upon the strange creature.
It was human-like, but Meris knew it was nothing like one. Or maybe she should say she was nothing like human.
The being in front of her had blue skin that glistened like water on glass, with long hair that fluttered behind like a mix of fog and vapor under a whipping wind.
She was tall, extremely so, standing at 8ft, with her eyes elongated like an elf. Her eyes were literal mirrors, reflecting the stunned face of Meris perfectly.
Despite that, Meris could see a canvas of emotion and intelligence behind those eerie eyes.
And indeed,
"I greet the Daughter of Frost," the woman said, bowing deeply her head with immense respect, "The Blessed by Frost and the Heiress of The Box of Lightnings."
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Meris said, staggering backward. "Who are you?"
The blue-skinned woman lifted back her head, staring at Meris intensely.
"I am Ariane Froid Sed Elamin, Third Ancestor of Elamin’s bloodline." She said, flexing her hand, causing a whip to appear in her hand,
"I am also the creator of the City of Cats and the Keeper of the Seed of Frost for the Daughter of Frost."
"Wait—!"
"And today," Ariane didn’t let Meris continue her words, taking her own fighting stance, "I am here as your Trial for the Seed."
Meris toppled down by the sudden shift from water to snow. She cursed angrily, trying to get up rapidly. She fell again when the snow transmuted into fog.
"ARGHHHH! FUCK!" Meris bellowed with searing anger.
Ariane smiled coldly at the pitiful display,
"Let’s see if you are worthy of your Birthright, O Daughter of Primordial."
Instantly,
[The Trial has begun.]
The Will whispered through the ears of Meris.
[Make one with Frost, or die under the Assault of The Third Ancestor.]
Only then did Meris realize a chilling truth.
She was there worrying about what to do once she lost all her emotions. But there was one fundamental thing she forgot.
Before arriving at that point, Meris first needed to obtain the Seed Of Frost, which she now knew could make her killed.
’I might not live to see that day I was so worried about.’ She thought, finding the irony in her situation.
The Daughter of Frost gulped next, summoning all the power she could muster at that moment, and blocked the apocalyptic whip of Ariane coming down on her like a snapping snake with her hand raised.
Crack—!
Her left hand cracked, bones erupting outward.
"ARGHHH!"
Ariane’s eyes didn’t shift nor soften.
She was one with Frost at that instant.
"Show me, Blessed!" She bellowed, raising the whip again,
"SHOW ME THE POWER OF A PRIME!"
...
Simultaneously, in the Graveyard of Monsters, Inara was standing at the top of her castle, which looked like a forked tongue.
The castle was shaped like a hissing snake, made personally by Maggot, Hound, and Bird.
Inara had been very proud of them, showering them with love that made those monsters cry in joy in one corner.
It was awfully cute yet chilling.
Inara’s green snake, she named Serpent, was coiled around her neck.
Serpent was big now, her scales shifting between green and white depending on the lighting of the sun.
The monster stood at the same level as her mother, master ranked. She could also speak now.
But at that instant she decided not to, looking at the tense face of Inara.
The Heiress of the Mother of Monsters was looking at the barrier high above. There was barely anything left of it anymore. In two or at most three days, it would completely crumble like dust.
’Fortunately, the walls are ready in time.’ Inara thought, looking at the titanic walls made of monster skin surrounding the whole Graveyard of Monsters, with her castle in the middle.
’But these walls would not last forever.’ She continued, frowning deeper, ’From what I can already sense outside of the weakened barrier, it will hardly last a day.’
They were numerous. And they were strong.
However, what bothered Inara the most was not all of that. But the fact that they were unknown.
There was nothing more frightening than fighting an unknown foe.
’I know nothing about them,’ Inara thought, ’and I cannot fight beings I have no idea what they are and why they are attacking me.’
Inara had asked Maggot and anyone she could think of, but none had the answer. All of them said something about their memories of those times being fuzzy and fragmented.
That left Inara no other choice but one.
One she didn’t think she was ready for, but the world didn’t care if one was ready or not.
She sighed, and cursed.
"Is everything ready?" Inara asked Serpent.
"Yes, mother." Serpent hissed.
Inara looked now at the depth of her castle, at the very foundation of it.
She lifted her eyepatch, freeing Oeil, making her able to see more profoundly.
There, Inara’s monstrous eyes rested on a tombstone emitting a quiet sense of power and profanity.
The Tomb of Echidna, The Mother of Monsters.
Inara sighed, mentally readying herself,
"Time to meet again, master."
—End of Chapter 414—