Alchemy Of Abyss

Chapter Twenty-one~8

"Never thought a Goblin could scream that loud!" Rayan said this while covering his left ear.

"Try to get your soul violated like this and then talk," Liam stated solemnly. He ran his hand through his thick hair, still trembling slightly. Eleni chuckled as she noticed Rayan rolling his eyes.

The white sheet that had previously covered Liam's face turned golden and flew to the wooden table floating above the center of the room in its original form, petals.

As the Puntina returned to its hidden form, Theia was putting it in her hair. Eleni returned to her seat as Rosalia stood from hers. She twisted her wrists with her fits bump and raised her hands to her chest.

White strings vibrated out of her pressed fists swirling in the same direction as the tabletop as it floated off the roots swirling into itself. It rested on it, completely covering it.

Blinding lights shone across the Rengo, and they shifted their gaze to the back as the table vanished into a thick wooden wheel, the grains rich with Rosalia's strings that had linked her to the ancient-looking wheel.

Rengo was deafeningly quiet. Whisps of sound emanate from the dazzling strings. Ancient words float in the fresh air, barely audible but powerfully present. The Camenae, in all its glory, stands in the center, awaiting its order. Rosalia separated her fists, revealing the strings that swirled around her fingers.

The floating petals froze, Rosalia moved her fingers, and deep burgundy strings glowed from the Camenae woods. Each string contacted one golden petal, which merged with it before swiftly floating to Rosalia's finger and swirling around it with the white ones.

The scene was enchanting and enthralling. As her fingers controlled the Camenae like a marionette, a glow formed around her body. It rotates left and right at an uncanny speed. The whisps grew louder, calling out Nadine's name and pleading with her soul to exist.

Rosalia was almost tipped over when she felt a strong tug from the string. She moved her hands in a circular motion, forming a dome over the top of the Camenae.

The strings slipped from her fingers laying peacefully above the dome. She took a deep breath as if she had forgotten how to do so just moments before. "It's all ready." She stated.

Rayan peered over the glowing dome, seeing what was dazzling inside through the stings. The speed of the wheel-shaped Nadine's face. "Does she really exist now?"

"For a brief moment in time," Rosalia said, pointing to Liam. "We need your arrows right now."

Liam appeared uneasy, but he simply stood up and walked away from the table. When he moved his hand to his back, a black metal bow appeared, transforming his aura into a cold green halo. As he grasped the bow, a silver arrowhead appeared in his hand. When he touched the string with the silver arrowhead, a fletching green flame formed the body of the arrow.

He raised the bow, aiming at the bright dome, and paused for a moment. He pulled the bowstring, the bow felt tight and flaming hot, and the fletching was inches away from his face.

Bite into his fingers painfully, the cracking snap of the bowstring broke the silence. The shaft flew from the longbow with lightning speed, launching high into Rengo's clear blue sky. The flaming arrow began to fall earthward, plunging into the dome.

The arrow froze, and resonance filled their ears as the vibration accelerated along with the agonizing groans. The flame of the arrow blazing throwing fiery sticks at them, they covered themselves from the painful flames. Liam stared at his arrow in astonishing yet aghast shock.

The arrow shattered into small pieces. The resonance abruptly came to a halt. A hand appeared holding the broken arrow, followed by its owner. "We need to talk."

They all had an alarmed and terrified expression on their faces. The voice belonged to a powerful Divine whom they thought would never meet.

His burgundy blood had stained his white robe. He threw the flaming arrow's remaining pieces to the ground. He removed the long, thick hood that had been covering part of his face, revealing it fully. His clear eyes reflected pain and anguish, his lips parted and lightly trembling.

Camellia's tattoo on her left arm shone through her skin. The blue-headed cobra became a full-body cobra with a blue head and fire-red scales, and the golden snake circle became a dark deep red. Bright blue strings flew out of the cobra's head, covering her hand gradually. "You have the audacity to be here."

His gaze scanned their enraged expressions, peering into their fierce eyes. "You... you cannot... do it!"

Patience seemed foreign and long forgotten to Camellia. The bright string continued to move downwards, forming a thick long sword with a sharp and deadly blade. "I'm asking you calmly, Mariat, what brings you here?" When the Heka sword formed within her steady hand, everyone tensed even more.