Something of real importance

Taking a step toward Orion, the projection emerged from the shadows and oozed a burst of mana into the surroundings, causing Orion to fall to the ground under its pressure.

"Look kid, I don't have time for your ranting. For Whatever reasons you have behind it. I had already told this to Lisa, but I will tell you again. I had gone on the mission a few months ago, and since you are here, it seems I had failed and died already."

"You knew about the attack," words escaped Orion's mouth, his tone filled with hatred and contempt.

"I know many things, kid. But knowing them doesn't make any difference," the Projection replied with bitterness. His ethereal form shimmered with power as he abruptly halted his mana burst, allowing Orion to regain control of his movements again. With a commanding gesture, he beckoned Orion to follow behind and walked through the grand, echoing corridor.

Orion was redecule to follow him, but what can he do. That was but a mere projection, whatever he does will never reach his real grandfather, who was alredy dead.

Suppressing his earge to throw tantrum and lash out, orion followed the projection in the end. Their footsteps echoed through the lobby as they passed a multitude of ornate doors, each adorned with signs denoting their purpose: "Weaponry," "Library," "Smithy," and more. Yet, the Projection ignored everyone of them and led him toward a mysterious, unmarked chamber.

As soon as his ethereal hand touched the door, the ground trembles as ancient mechanisms unfold with a mechanical symphony. "Click! click! click!" hidden from orions eyes, parts begun to move, and when the dust settled, Orion observed the dark chamber, an ancient-looking room with multiple engravings on its walls. But ignoring all those masterfull engraved blood runes, orion's eyes were drawn to a magnificent sight at the center —a colossal pitch-black chest that dominated the room. It rested at the center, encircled by intricate runes etched into the floor, creating a mesmerizing pattern that left just enough space for the enigmatic chest.

The room was completely empty otherwise, shrouded in an almost otherworldly stillness, as if opened after decades later, but the silence was broken by the Projection's soft instruction. "Approach the chest," he urged.

Giving projection the most hateful glare he could muster, Orion moved forward, his steps carrying him into the multiple patterns of runes that surrounded the chest, and as soon as he did, an awe-inspiring phenomenon unfolded. The runes beneath his feet burst to life, casting a brilliant and ephemeral glow that illuminated the chamber with an otherworldly radiance. It was as if the very magic of the world was responding to his presence, serching for something deep within him.

Soon the radiance reassessed, as if completed its purpose. Amidst the fading radiance, the Projection's voice resonated from a distance again, filled with mystique and urgency. "Open the chest Orion and take out everything it holds within."

He complied, moving toward the center with cautioned steps. Arriving at the center, he observed the chest, his eyes scanning its surface as if wary of what it may contain. But at urgent words of projection, he finally opened it. The chest made a creaking sound while opening, showing the long years it had remained untouched. Orion gazed inside to check what treasures it held. But therr wasn't much, it held two books within it, one covered in a thin layer of gold, emitting a sense of grandeur and wealth, while the other one was wrapped in dusky black leather, as if wanted to be ignored and forgotten.

Beside the books, there was a piece of torn map, resting unfolded over the thin black box. After giving the torn map a quick look, Orion took out the black box. He tried to open it but it turned out to be a pointless endeavor as it refused to even budge. After a few more attempts, he finally put it aside and checked the chest for any false shelves, But there was none.

So he simply grabbed everything he found, sending it all inside his dimensional ring, and casually walked back to where the projection was standing.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the confines of the circles, the runes surrounding the chest burst out in radiance once again. But this time it wasn't a brilliant white, instead, a dark red glow engulf entire chamber. The next moment he knew, it turned into a sight where crimson flames lit up, raging furiously in the center of the room like a giant furnace, reaching as high as the ceiling, as if wanted to devour everything around them.

Watching those flames, a chill ran down Orion's spine. He felt something from them, as if they were angry, as if they were... alive.

"Let them be; those are of little importance. Just follow me back," the Projection's voice snapped him out of his daze, making him lose the sensation he had felt from those flames.

Giving the raging inferno one last glance, Orion followed him behind. As they walked, the projection began to speak again. "Our Ablaze family was one of the two founding families of this ancient organization, the other being the Zeral family. Officially, we protect humans from the shadows," he said, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

"But protection wasn't the true reason for our creation; our purpose is far more significant, something of a real importance..." but his omnious words trailed off as they finally reached their destination, a chamber labeled with words, 'The Order's Library.'