So, I Transmigrated Into The Heavenly Realm

37. But What Really Happened?

37

Rather than an aesthetic movie filled with harp music and soft pink lighting, the memories rushing behind his eyes were a compilation of short clips spliced with a slideshow of images set to badly recorded audio.

Dax was drowning in memories that weren't his and all it had taken was a single conversation with Mother Willow.

They bombarded his senses, random in order to the point it made him feel nauseous trying to make any sense of what was going on. From what Dax actually could understand from the little glimpses, these memories were from the fateful day she had mentioned earlier.

There was nothing about how that day ended contained within the soup of recollection.

You would think being killed would be particularly memorable, he certainly remembered his own death very vividly. Electrocution was really not something to joke about. Even if it had been a very meme worthy way to go. No doubt there would be many videos made telling the tale of how stupid he had been.

Mother Willow had told Dax Elgaldir had been the one who killed Dythos, but in what memory Dax had access to there was no sign of him.

All around him were the scared faces of humans standing in his temple as the ground shook beneath them. The ceiling was tall and the decorations hanging from the ceiling swung crazily threatening to fall down onto them all. A temple fire was burning and he could taste the smoke from it on his tongue.

Somehow Dax knew that this scene was the end of the sequence despite how jumbled up everything was.

They were watching him walk out of the main temple door before it shut behind him and was bolted closed. Not an act of abandonment on his part but a move clearly made to defend them.

The God of Wheat may not be a martial god but he wasn't without power here in his holy place in the land where he had been born among the golden stalks of wheat.

It was a last ditch attempt from Dythos to keep the humans safe.

Dax had felt their trust in him, their fear and Dythos' desperate anger as he stepped through the temple door threshold.

There had to be prayers from those that had sheltered in the temple that day still lying in the Prayer Office. Somewhere with the mountain of paper their terrified pleas were waiting to be found. Four thousand years had passed since then, it would be a miracle if they hadn't all disintegrated. Left behind only as fragments of the faith his believers had entrusted to him.

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Elgaldir had offered to walk him home once Dax had regained control of his body once more and knew 'when' he was, ignorant to the revelation bestowed on the God of Wheat.

Dax had politely declined and the God of War had taken his rejection gracefully.

He looked at Elgaldir, the man was so nice to him. Just being around him made Dax feel like he wasn't going to go insane cooped up here. Here was someone that didn't treat him like an antique porcelain doll that they placed on a shelf and never played with.

Sure, he hadn't reacted in the way Dax would have preferred during the crowded situation earlier but he hadn't actually communicated what that was to him. It was rather nice for someone in the Heavenly Realm to wait to see what actions he would choose to make first, to trust in his ability to make his own choices before barrelling in and making them for him.