Death Frost | Deathsworn #2

Chapter 68 ❆ Music

Sickness. Vertvalden's sickness.

The revelation came a little too suddenly at me. I had long since known that this apocalyptic scenario had been going on for quite some time. However, I was a little too complacent with the progress and spread. An entire continent was already in chaos, with thousands upon thousands of people displaced from their homes.

At this point, Illuna was finally done with introductions and stepped back. He nodded to me. I nodded back while hiding the doubt in my eyes.

If this was the sickness of death, then that should mean that this guy wouldn't be able to cure it, right?

"Are we still waiting for someone?" I asked.

"That's right. The doctor should arrive soon," Kaiser replied.

I awkwardly bit my lip as I nodder, then proceeded to talk to Amber. "Tell me something," I began.

"What?"

"Why did you take me away? I had memories of my past life, I'm technically psychologically mature enough to fight. So why did I have to leave? This would've all been more exciting if you left me in the other continent, you know."

"Actually, no. It'd all be over," he told her.

"Why is that?"

"Do you know what you are?"

"A...you called me an aberrant...a little aberrant before. Not so little now."

"You're still little and I doubt you'd get away much from that."

I could not help but blow the bangs off my face, frustrated at his insults. "Can you take this seriously?"

"Alright, shorty."

"You really—"

"We're talking about death here. Veils are soul reapers, but they're governed by an element that not only governs death but also chaos. You can glean something from this fact, and I told you many other things before."

"Like...beating them into submission...?"

"Exactly. So if you are faced with them defenseless in your state, with me incapable of protecting you considering my state, what do you think will happen?" he pointed out. "I called you an aberrant because you house death in a body that's alive. It also means your connection with the Veils make you roughly qualified to belong in their ranks, which means you're a rival for power. Which means, once again, that you will be attacked if you're too vulnerable. Do you understand?"

"Well, um...didn't you give me the ability of death before you left last time?" I pointed out the flaw in his logic. "This shouldn't be something that came about naturally. It all changed when you blessed me with something."

"No, I can't do that. I am not a god of this world, I can't bestow upon you anything like that."

I had to double take. "You aren't? But I thought that you..."

"I'm an intern, what did I tell you? I fill in to learn on the job. I know nothing. Save for the ability to understand the language of the cosmos that I gave to you to help you survive, all I have done is temporarily seal you up. Just in case I don't make it."

"So the gods...really left? But how can they leave a world unattended?"

"Technically, gods don't need to watch over the world all the time unless it's in dire straits...I've seen the case of very active gods in another world. Besides, sometimes they interfere too much and it leads to more problems," he said. "It's just that something really happened now that overturned the balance of the place."