Their souls would be tortured forever in Pyramortiss if the Floating Orb was not able to protect the wizards’ magical powers, since no one else could travel that accursed dominion aside from the wizards of Livingrings.
What of the crying?
Who will remember the dead?
Would they prefer if everyone’s soul here were tormented forever never to break free?
‘So, this is the end? You will just watch them as they act like crazy who have lost their senses of reality.
We’ve suffered so much fighting all these centuries, while they’re just dealing with this! Haven’t we lost so much actually? Can’t Uther even sense the threat? He should have acted more proper than these two.’ Beledon thought deep inside him.
“Huff… Beledon, we may not know, but can’t you look at these people? This was why Uther could not tell them to rush back to the castle in Faliamber even if we’re told that we are out of time.” Jenna spoke loudly to Beledon. She sighed and expressed these, like the Divine Archmage was missing something very important in this situation.
Jenna interfered so the Divine Archmage just looked more.
The humans were grieving.
She focused so much on their pain and loss that she did not notice Beledon was becoming weaker by the second, he was losing his form.
Since Jenna did not exert much power yet, she thought her magical status changed only a little.
Beledon looked at her, his lips narrowed, his hands clenched more on his gigantic golden staff, some of his terrifying aura manifested around him, but he held it back.
Jenna stepped back in fear.
The Divine Archmage was angry, she forgot that he had been tired fighting enemies outside and had exhausted his magical energy so much.
She and Dunesther had reserved energy since they only accompanied the humans in the Floating Orb before coming here.
They did not fight outside the Auroras, no, they did not even get to experience it when the troops multiplied.
Beledon knew more of the current situation than Uther and Zoho who joined them earlier.
She just talked to him like he was ignorant of the situation, when he was more informed and had seen what could be ahead.
Beledon, known for his calm demeanor, reached a moment when he wanted to release his powers, and punish the younger wizards near him.
They had sympathized, but lost their own, and forgot their missions. They were gifted with immense powers and lifespans for a reason.
Beledon just showed them how ignorant and weak they were with a menacing aura, which he only focused on the three of them.
At least Uther, Dunesther, and Jenna felt that they should no longer intervene and backed off from him for a few inches.
{If you only knew, you should have listened to Beledon earlier.}
Qunara said in a calming voice that comforted the hearts of the three, who had just stepped back a little farther away from Beledon.
Zoho did not, and looked straight into Beledon's eyes, ready to fight when asked.
If it was only him, maybe he had already left and finished the mission. Let the humans cry all they wanted here, die with the dead if they preferred.
They did not even bother to consider what the wizards were also going through all these years, just to keep them safe and their souls away from Pyramortiss.
Even one soul from Livingrings taken to the underworld had caused Zoho, Uther, and Beledon to enter the realm to save it.
Dunesther and Jenna were only allowed at the entrance of the realm, since they were too weak to get inside the last time they went there.
The wizards were not allowed to let even one soul of someone from Livingrings to fall in the realm of demons and devils, the Seal of Gaxinar could detect that.
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Zoho was a true wizard known to do his duty with a blast, only that this time, it did not solely rely on his powers.
The action Demoir did out of his emotions was a great insult to all the wizards who protected them this long.
Even if they lived for so long, they held their promise for a very long time despite the evil that dwelt in the hearts of humanity.
Humans who always wanted to lift themselves and their asses on big chairs, and big crowns; spill blood, then proclaim their actions as if they were heroes.
It was really tiresome dealing with humans.
But at least, those who live in Livingrings were not as tainted as those outside and were also honest when it came to upholding goodness in their lives.
This made the wizards continue with their promise for centuries. These were the results of pacts which had long been written in time itself.
Zoho had decided to just take General Vaelros if this scene continued forever. At least he could protect the others when he came back to his senses.
Then, drag his fellow wizards with him, and force Uther to teleport to save the few, this would increase the chances of their survival.
For Zoho, this was better than weeping here forever and dying with nothing.
He would let these humans join their children so that they may have peace rather than prolong their suffering.
But, since they were undoubtedly taken out by higher ranked devils and demons, this meant they had more souls to rescue again from Pyramortiss later on.
Just the Greater Demons and Infernal Dukes and Duchesses were already a bother, if there were at least more than fifty human souls to be rescued. What more if in thousands?
Zoho considered this when they arrived and just kept silent.
For Beledon, he understood what the humans were going through, but it was hard because he knew they would not live long if this continued.
Just at the far-left corner where he stood, he could already see that there was profound grief.
They lived long, but that did not mean that their lives should be taken for granted, lesser in value than the lives of humans. They too had will, but chose to live peacefully and coexisted with the beings in this kingdom.
Most of their struggles and pain were often overlooked just because they were powerful, and lasted more than the brief lives of humans.
He turned more towards the far-left corner and listened to the pleas of the humans.
A mother hugged an almost unrecognizable corpse. “Donah, my daughter, you will celebrate your birthday tomorrow.
Remember? We prepared a banquet for all of you to attend and show your skills to the crowd.” The woman said as she tried to keep the body from separating into pieces again.
“Kalevar, many young boys and girls are looking forward to becoming one of the Divine Army.
You showed them that anyone could aim higher. To be someone who could protect the kingdom. Wake up my son.” An old man with muscular hands who could be a blacksmith whispered to one hollow mortal remains in front of him. Gigantic claws emptied the body.
“Potions? Who has more healing potions?” One parent from a high-standing family inquired.
“Here my lord, please use this.” A soldier gave the last small bottle of potion he had. But, slightly glanced at the hopeless condition of the child near the parent.
“Wait, other survivors? They may use the other three potions. I had already put on my son and Eva.” Asked Fatima, a former sergeant and mother of Tarebin.
What survivors?
All the 20,000 troops around the Den of Irons and those inside died, even the lieutenant generals known for their magical prowess and combat experience were gone after this carnage and bloodlust.
Beledon listened and watched the humans for a bit longer. They even forgot they were near them; their attention was all focused on the ‘survivors.’
Then, there was a bit of silence, his fellow wizards detected his powers were activated again.
This one was a power he was not usually using.
"Everyone, I understand the weight in your hearts… but you must know the truth. All of them—those who fought valiantly on these grounds, the stationed troops, and even the reinforcements, were already lost to us. They were dead long before we arrived.
The more we postpone acting on this matter, the further the powers of the underworld, Pyramortiss, will take over everyone’s soul here. This meant we would have to deal with the Archdevils and Demon Lords, if we would want their souls to be free.
If we are weak, there will be no chance of them ever considering listening to us. They never deal with creatures who don’t have power, they only oppress them." Beledon said in a powerful voice, a bit disorienting. There was something to it that these humans would not recognize in this situation.
Beledon was met with terrifying glares, but images of torment and eternal punishments in the Pyramortiss gradually entered their minds.
As the information traversed in their brains, they remained motionless for a few seconds, so their brains would not explode due to information and magical overload.
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*Beledon - a Divine Archmage who gave Leviathan to General Vaelros and often journeyed to the Pyramortiss with Zoho and Uther to save human souls (only for the citizens of Livingrings)
*Tarebin - one of the trainees who died
*Fatima - mother of Tarebin
*Kalemith of the Sun - Beledon’s staff
