I Reincarnated and Ascended as a Skill Masterer in the Grandeur World of Azure

Chapter 4: Behind a Veiled Past

"Zeon"

The voice was barely above a whisper, a distance away from me, and strung out. It sounded like multiple voices echoing after each other.

My head started to spin.

"Zeon!!"

I felt an ocean of water hit me, making me gasp loudly while tearing myself out of the cursed sleep. I was dreaming again.

My eyes wandered over my drenched body, confusion carving deep on my face, until they landed on Nezeroth holding an empty bucket in his hand.

"Good, you're awake. Let's go". He said it in one breath, firmly.

Vivid stood only a few feet away from him to the side with a disapproving look etched on her brows.

"You don't need to be harsh. He's going through bouts of tormenting visions." She started clearing up my plates, which were now empty. Nezeroth stopped abruptly in front of the door.

"If he doesn't learn to control them, they will control him. I am aware of what I am doing." As if that justified his actions, he walked out without hesitation.

Vivid walked up to me with sympathy; she stretched her hand towards me, handing me fresh clothes to change into.

An icy sigh escaped my pink chapped lips.

I couldn't be more concerned about the visions that kept coming out of nowhere. It's always like my entire body is present in a void. A void so hollow that it would consume a soul and fill it to the brim with darkness. I ran a worried hand over my face.

"I'm sorry about my father. He's always this harsh with his students." Vivid voice came up again, every word laced with pity and concern. I appreciated her, but it made me feel weak, which would prove Nezeroth right.

"Apparently I'm not worthy to be his student, Vivid. I'm just that useless, reincarnated moron that purchased the video game of doom. I can't save Azure, or any world at all. I can't save... myself," I shrugged in defeat, mustering up the fakest smile I could conjure at the moment.

I only hoped it passed a little warmth across so she understood that I'm mad at myself and not her.

I headed into the bathroom to change into the fresh clothes. Everything was different. The door was a heavily finely polished bamboo slide. The walls were covered in intricate drawings of traditional deities and memories. I ran my finger across the surface, realizing it was telling a story.

My eyes closed themselves, and I could see what the drawings depicted. I could feel the air in those times, which were probably centuries ago. I felt different energies dancing in the sky. My hands didn't stop moving along the wall.

With every new drawing I touched, the scene evolved, telling a tale as old as time. A tale that made Azure what it currently is.

I got to a scene, and things changed drastically.

The smell of fresh blood, the pressure of pains, cries, and shrieks of agony mixed up with the air. It was dense; I could feel it knocking the air out of my lungs. I watched the house getting razed down with no mercy. Everyone ran—children crying in the middle of the chaos, parents running out of the town, forgetting they have kids. It was war.

Then I saw a dragon fighting fiercely. Its scaly red skin glistened under the eclipsed moon. Its breath was fiery and unforgiving. It didn't relent as it set its enemies ablaze with rage.

The loud shriek of a woman distracted it for a moment, and it took a hit to the head. The dragon crashed into the earth, causing a large dent in it. It struggled to get up, but the enemies multiplied like the sands of the sea and targeted huge balls of black energy at it. It still had fight left in it, but it wasn't interested in fighting anymore as much as he wanted to save the screaming woman.