Cyber Chronicles 2: Prime Voyage

Chapter 46: Obsune

The walls of the palace's living room were adorned with celestial tapestries, and the furniture, crafted from the same rare wood found throughout the palace, bore witness to numerous discussions and the weight of decisions shaping Alvanian's fate. The air resonated with the aftermath of monumental dialogues that had unfolded in this very space.

Obsune's thoughts drifted along a sea of uncertainty as he kept asking himself whether this was the right way to do things. No king had ever given up their throne, even when feeling unworthy of it at times. Why was Obsune chosen to become king if not to continue his reign? 

Could he really continue being King after what he was about to do?

What did the stars have planned for him? Was this really how his life was supposed to go down? Were the stars expecting him to sacrifice Emese? No, it just couldn't be. 

Fate had everything written down, no matter how many different decisions there could have been. So, did that mean fate knew that life on Earth was going to ruin? Was such a beautiful world with vast lifeforms and mysteries destined to be destroyed and taken over by the tainted lifeform of Alvanian?

Obsune shook his head; there was no reason to question fate anymore. All he could do was focus on his own actions. He might be about to do many things that previous kings had never done, but they had never been put in the position he was in. This is just what fate has in store for him, and it would all work out for the betterment of the universe.

But what kind of universe would that end up being?

A gentle, rhythmic knock resonated through the room, shattering the tranquility that had settled like a delicate mist around Obsune's contemplative thoughts. The heavy doors creaked open, revealing Vordian's silhouette.

Two guards accompanied him briefly, their imposing figures leaving the room as they acknowledged Obsune's presence. Vordian, with skin akin to celestial clouds, bore the weight of Titan wisdom, his wind titan lineage etched into the very fabric of his being. His flowing white hair resembled mist, cascading with ethereal grace. Though slightly shorter than Obsune, Vordian's presence radiated a quiet strength that commanded attention.

"You asked for me, Your Majesty?" Vordian's voice echoed calmly, a soothing undertone in the sanctum of the living room.

Obsune, draped in space-black hues, acknowledged Vordian with a nod. "Take a seat, Vordian."

As Vordian settled into the chair, his posture became a visual manifestation of respect, a silent acknowledgment of the momentous conversation about to unfold.

"Usually, the King selects who he deems best, but the king before us, Marcian, opted for a selection process. You were the other candidate for the throne during the final selection. I'm uncertain as to why the stars have chosen me," Obsune mused, his gaze momentarily drifting to the intricate patterns on the ceiling.

"You were more worthy, Your Majesty. The most loving titan to ever set foot on Alvanian, though I've never considered that a perfection or a flaw, you stuck to your rules and ideals with little to no exceptions. You are one of a kind, Your Majesty," Vordian praised, sincerity weaving through his words like a gentle breeze.

"But there was an exception," Obsune confessed, a vulnerable admission that hung in the air.

Vordian's prying gaze urged him to continue, "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

A deep breath preceded Obsune's silence, his thoughts veering away from direct answers. Instead, he surfaced the core reason he summoned Vordian. "Will you become the new king of Alvanian, Vordian?" Obsune's question lingered, challenging the norms that had shaped the destinies of kings.