Game of Thrones: King of Magic

Chapter 46

Solomon. Braavos.

- Where...am I...? - The Artist asked herself uncertainly.

- This place is... magnificent..." murmured Kirana, admiring the view.

I sat on the throne and looked at the end of the long staircase leading down as the mesmerized and stunned mother-daughter duo looked around and couldn't believe their eyes. There was genuine incomprehension on their faces, yet they could not deny the beauty of this place, the Mirror of the Soul and the Noble Phantasm of Solomon.

We were in some sort of open-air throne room, made of pale stone and built on a floating island.

Wherever the eye went, it was met with white cumulus clouds, soaring rough stones of various sizes, and columns that seemed to pierce the clear and blue sky. And in it, just behind the throne, was a huge hole gaping as if drilled into the firmament itself, which showed thousands of bright stars illuminating the enchanting darkness of space.

It was all unnatural, unknown and incomprehensible, but the enchanting mysticism that permeated every pebble seemed to draw the eye to itself as if forcibly, not intending to let it go afterward. And anyone who would have come here would have declared with all certainty that this place belonged not to man, but to god himself.

As if it was from here that the god watched over the lives of mortals from among the clouds and the light of distant stars. All alone and away from the world where life and time passed by this place and the god himself. A separate space, a domain that he rules over, towering above the others.

The Noble Phantasm is the part of the hero, or Heroic Soul, that made him famous, writing his name into history and elevating him to the Throne of Heroes, a metaphysical place removed from the rest of the world and the very concept of time itself. And Ars Paulina was no exception. She embodied the part of Solomon where the One God gifted him with omnipotence and, in fact, power over the world.

To summarize, this was exactly what I was feeling at this moment. Detachment from the rest of the world and power. The power to command everything that exists here. From the laws of physics and molecular structure, to life and death.

In this place, Kirana and the Artist felt to me like... ants, as rude and arrogant as that sounds. All because I know and realize how insignificant they are at this moment.

- Welcome to Ars Paulina, my Soul Mirror. - I said, to which they instantly turned their heads toward the throne.

- "Soul Mirror, Master Solomon?" - Kirana asked intrigued.

- The materialization and projection of my soul, my own inner world, onto reality itself. A personal universe, if you will. The cloud you see. The air you breathe. The floor you stand on. Everything here is part of me, my soul, and therefore it is I who dictate the rules. Are you satisfied with the answer, Mistress Kirana? - I said, putting my fist on my head, to which I received a nod of my head and glowing eyes.

Kirana was like a child, full of enthusiasm and interest. Her attraction to magic wasn't normal as it was, but now that she had seen Ars Paulina, a dimension separate from the rest of the world, there was no doubt that it had risen to a new level. It's like showing a child a colorful toy with multiple elaborate details, the ability to talk and move, that simply outshone the usual wooden and plastic crafts.

- And why did you bring us here? - The Artist added in a tone of incomprehension.

Lavena had little interest in magic. She was only a means, not an end. So her reaction to what was happening consisted of incomprehension, some apprehension and fear of the unknown.

- To bring your conflict to an end. This place is completely cut off from the rest of the world, which means no one will know what happened here. You can use any method you like, whether it's conversation or violence followed by murder.