Ancient Pasts - Tbate

Seeds of Victory

A/N: Frick you, Azazel. The draft was supposed to be 3K words.

Aldir Pov

It's been only a week since the fight with the boy. We never expected Miras to be able to form at will. Lord Indarth was furious when he learned Miras didn't need the boy to form himself.

While Lord Indarth was powerful and terrifying, Miras was even more so. They might be equal in power, but Lord Indarth wouldn't kill me. On the other hand, Miras would only kill or spare someone if they're part of his plan.

He's a cunning man but also emotional. He spared Windsom, Viska, and me despite only having to flick his finger. The way he looked at me in the end, it demoralized me. A single glance made my knees feel weak, and I almost kneeled.

That man... He's terrifying.

Lord Indarth hides his aura, so this feeling was foreign to me. Only Agrona, Lord Indarth, and Miras could do this. If those three fought, even I wouldn't be safe. Remembering that day when he mowed through our ranks made me doubt my very existence.

He was only a weapon, and every weapon had a master. Perhaps that's why he gave his will to the boy? Those boys, there's more to them than meets the eye, and Miras knew what it was.

We might have more powerful allies, but that won't last for long. Miras retrieved the boy's body for a reason. Whatever that reason might be, all I know is that it has to do with Agrona's reincarnation experiments.

If Agrona could do it, then so can Miras.

He's been saving up mana for millennia. He could use that mana to materialize himself, and when the reincarnation is complete, give the mana to the boy.

The process would take a while, but the boy would quickly grow in strength. Just borrowing a fraction of Miras' power made him strong enough to fight against Windsom, Viska, and me. If it weren't for Viska, I don't doubt the fact that the boy would've won against us if he didn't try to preserve the area.

The body that Miras gave the boy was more powerful than even a dragon's, and those swords were nothing short of perfect. A sword capable of passing through matter and even mana. A sword capable of absorbing mana even from our attacks.

Despite my fear of Miras and the boy, there was one thing I couldn't get out of my mind. It was what the boy said to me about Elenoir.

I felt as if that statement was slowly destroying me from the inside out. Was he expecting me to betray Lord Indarth? I wasn't sure why he told me that, but I knew that it caused millions of thoughts to flash through my mind.

I didn't respect the lessers, but I wouldn't kill millions of them to send a message. Was he lying? What does he gain from telling me? How could he gain so much power in so little time?

"Aldir." Windsom's familiar voice called out. I turned around to face him and nodded as I discarded all those thoughts.

I am merely a soldier, and I will obey my lord's commands until the end. I will do what is right and crush Agrona and his mutts. When Miras is gone, Agrona will follow him into the depths of hell.

The boy was right though. Lord Indarth ordered the destruction of Elenoir, what beings remain inside it, and Miras, who is currently vulnerable while creating a barrier around Dicathen.

"How many volunteered?" I asked as my outfit molded itself into my battle attire.

"This mission has an almost one hundred percent death chance, so not many were willing to accompany us," Windsom replied, walking next to me stiffly. "Will you not pass on the world eater technique?"