Demon of Dread
No one could imagine the kind of darkness that had welcomed Aaron the moment the door closes up behind him.
He could not see within the darkness, plus the fear, the intense cold and the idea of dread and doom had been amplified several times over.
[Imolating Light S Tier skill, activated]
The lighting skill was still snuffed out no matter where Aaron went to make visibility possible.
He was in Sheba's chambers, why haven't he seen her?
Where is she?
Aaron remembered that Ortega had wanted to attack him within Sheba's corridor but she had taken action.
Now, where is she?
She had clearly invited him over for some reason best known to her. Aaron took a deep breath a_ he struggled through the all-consuming darkness...
The intensity that it carried was so powerful that Aaron had to question his own existence.
He felt his feet hit a base and he raised his knees up as if he was invited up a stair case.
He climbed the first step, the second and the third...
Then a whistle of air flew past Aaron blowing his hair aside and putting his entire body on pause for the moment.
There was a dreadful moment of silence before a shrill creak echoed one after another and finally, a blinding radiance...
Light.
Aaron was stupefied. Even his light skill was considered a joke in front of this light in all of it's brilliance. In fact, this reminded him instantly of Sutton's galaxy where Voidforce planet had once existed.
The arena was arranged in a pattern that suited someone of Sheba's calibre.
But–
Where is Sheba?
She is supposed to be in her chambers?
She had clearly attacked Ortega when he tried to act reckless, so it was a given that she was around.
But where?
Not knowing how to address her, Aaron uttered:
"Queen Sheba? Uh... I don't know how to address you, but please let's reason amicably!"
There was an eerie silence after that statement, as if he was speaking to nothing in particular...
The wind simply took his voice outside In the form of an echo.
(Spatial Domain, activated)
Just in case there's a need for a zone switch. That would inevitably save him from death's hold.
She's playing a prank on me...
"Tch, queen Sheba... It won't work!"
As if he was talking to the air, the wind carried his statement as form of an echo.
Quickly, Aaron scanned the chamber and then his hands on the wall.
But his attention was drawn to the wall.
Something was carved unto the wall in form of runes.
[§¥Ππ¤Φβ]
The runes simmered with an otherworldly glow of intense gold and then, the system translated the intrinsic runes into English.
[Translate: Hail my brother, half forgotten by the universe...
Hail the earth, it's uncanny resemblance to the domain of the Supremes....
Hail to Oblivion, the one who overlooked the entirety of existence....
Hail the demon of dread, the first born son of fate...]
Huh?
Aaron did not understand.
Where is Sheba and why was she hailing all of these people?
Where they even people or were they gods or demons...
Aaron remembered the last phrase, The demon of dread, the first born son of fate!
Who controls fate?
Who gives fate to humans?
Who obliges the judgement of the universe itself?
All of these concepts crashed upon Aaron like waves of vertigo.
Aaron started to remember the start of his Dream Curse.
His fate had been bestowed by the deity of divine!
His destiny, withheld by the cosmos!
Will he ever control his own fate?
Will he ever change his destiny?!
Will he even restore his destiny's nonexistent state?
Questions that brings forth no answer. Angrily, Aaron punched upon the divine runes drawn by Sheba and another runes appeared...
Very eye catching—
However, as he saw the runes and as soon as it was translated, his eyes widened in horror.
'No, this can't be...'