May Soul Dissonance Bow Before Me

Chapter 76

While all the other guests within the Goddess's domain spent their time wandering around, investigating and discovering the variety of places and scenic spots all around her palace, within the Palantír Hall the group of dragons, the Goddess herself and Cale were now quietly talking with each other.

The thing that the TBOAH!Dragons did not want to tell their TCF!World counterparts was finally being shared. And the trauma spread, as the weight of the truth shifted to land burdensomely upon the shocked TCF!Dragons.

"So... you really were all killed by that White Radish and the bastards in his group..." Cale's voice was wrathfully cold and full of anger.
"Yeah..." TBOAH!Rasheel mumbled before rubbing his hands through his buzzcut hair in agitation. He felt his heart twinge with guilt when he saw the way TCF!Rasheel was now looking at him.

"Uhmmm... I... I have a question." The TBOAH!Black Dragon spoke up, and everyone turned their heads toward him. He had been contemplating this for a while now - ever since he heard how dragons who die before their time do not 'return to nature'
"What about me?" The TBOAH!Black Dragon asked.
Raon trembled, and his hold on TCF!Eruhaben tightened as a sense of distress prickled in his chest. He recalled the vivid nightmares he'd had about being killed by Choi Han before the Goddess had invited them to view the Akashic Records of their world, they were all terrible and scary dreams that were evidently experienced by his counterpart from the other timeline who was much younger than himself.

The TBOAH!Black Dragon continued after a brief pause, during which he considered whether he wanted to know or not, but he continued anyways, deciding that since he started asking, he may as well listen and get his answers.
"I... know I died, but afterwards..."

No one except the Goddess knew the answer for this, Grigori looked around at the group and then smiled with deep melancholy.
"After the battle, Choi Han buried your body in a nice place where the warm sunlight appeared that morning... since you were so small, he did not wish to let anyone else tamper with your body. So he picked a nice spot free from human interferences where there were lots of tall trees and blooming flower bushes. It was about an hour or two's worth of travel away from the village and the mountain where you were held captive." Grigori paused for a moment, she seemed to be considering whether to stop there.

However, she could not stop because the individuals around her were very perceptive, and Sherritt spoke up when it became blatantly obvious to them all that Grigori was holding some information back.
"Then what happened?" Sherritt demanded in a hushed voice. Her penetrating stare commanding the Goddess to please continue.
"Unfortunately after the news of your death spread across the continent, it eventually reached the White Star and he ordered Redika and the division of Arm who worked under him to find your corpse. He then punished the Dragon Half-blood for lying to him about what he'd done with your black egg."

The collective gasps of horror and pain from all the dragons and from Cale around her was almost suffocating for Grigori, but she reluctantly explained a bit more and then urged them all to take a rest and dismissed them from the Palantír Hall. They had seen and heard too much, they were in too much pain to watch any more records right now and mentally they were all completely drained.

The other guests of the hall, had a longer lunch and recess break due to this, and while the traumatized dragons were nowhere to be seen along with Cale Henituse. The Palantír Hall remained vacant with only the Goddess idly watching the millions of miniaturized screens that emitted like projections from out of the larger Palantír window, upon them where the Akashic Records of millions of other universes, some similar alternate universes, while others were nothing at all like the world her current guests belonged to.

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Several hours later, everyone was summoned back to the Palantír Hall. Grigori stood in front of the dimly-glowing Palantír and made an announcement.
"I feel like the atmosphere in my palace has darkened with the gloom of the past despairs... so I wish to show you all something a little different to lighten the mood before we go back to viewing records pertaining to individual dissonance. Is that alright for everyone?"