Her fingers curled instinctively, breath catching as the sound brushed inside of her skull rather than her ears. It was old ancient enough to feel heavy.

  " S-Sir did you hear that? I think there is someone here beside us......"

  Master Ruby rose from his seat at once, his expression solemn.

  “He is the Lord of this castle, Aira.”

  “A g–g–ghost?!”

  Aira screamed and immediately hid behind Sir Kael, clutching the back of his coat with trembling hands. Her grip tightened as fear rushed through her veins.

  “Please do not be afraid.” Sir Kael said gently. “He is a good God. Brace yourself… and address him as your lord.”

  Aira swallowed hard and slowly loosened her grip.

  She turned hesitantly.

  The room began to change.

  Golden dust filled the air, drifting like embers caught in an unseen wind. It shimmered as though reality itself were burning away, the walls dissolving into pure radiance. The room darkened—not with shadows, but with depth—until the light itself became the only thing she could see.

  “Miss Aira… come forward. Do not be afraid.” Sir Kael insisted.

  Aira took slow, uncertain steps forward. Her gaze locked onto the glowing orb at the center of the room. For a moment, it felt as if she were staring beyond time itself—into the future, into eternity.

  “Hologram…?” she whispered faintly.

  Suddenly, Sir Kael placed a steady hand on her back.

  “Snap out of it.”

  The touch pulled her back into reality. The overwhelming light, the divine pressure—it all crashed into her senses at once. Her heart pounded violently as she realized where she truly stood.

  In the presence of a Holy God.

  “Forgive me, my Lord,” Aira said, her voice breaking as she bowed deeply. “Forgive my disrespect.”

  She remained bowed, unable to lift her head.

  “Raise your head, my child,” the Lord spoke.

  Slowly—almost fearfully—she did.

  For the first time, she saw Him clearly, beyond the glow of the orb.

  A heavenly figure stood before her.

  Robes of pure white flowed effortlessly, untouched by gravity. His smooth hair cascaded down like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the divine light. His eyes shone brighter than the sun itself, yet held a warmth that eased her trembling heart. His facial features were flawless—beyond beauty, beyond mortal measure.

  Yes.

  This was the very Heavenly Lord described in the holy books.

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  Aira’s heart raced.

  Apart from that Lord, there were others present—four distinct figures whose presence weighed heavily upon the air. This was no coincidence. These were the Sword Masters, protectors of the earth from monsters beyond comprehension.

  She was standing among legends.

  “Be yourself. There is no need to be nervous.” Sir Kael reassured.

  Sir Kael stepped forward and sat upon His place with ease. Aira remained standing beside him, one hand unconsciously clutching the handle of the seat, her knuckles pale.

  Silence followed.

  It stretched long enough to become awkward.

  Finally, Master Emerald cleared his throat, breaking it.

  “Hello, Miss. I hope Master Kael is taking good care of you.”

  “A–ah… yes, Sir. Thank you,” Aira replied, her voice trembling despite her effort to remain composed.

  “You can call me Emeric,” Master Emerald said with a curious smile.

  Before she could respond, Master Amethyst interrupted calmly,

  “Miss Aira, there is no need to answer him.”

  Master Sapphire chuckled softly.

  “Why don’t you all stop talking at once?”

  As their conversation continued, Aira felt it. The sword masters turned their gaze towards the Lord. They all felt it.

  A sudden shift.

  The divine energy in the room wavered.

  Her vision blurred.

  Before anyone could react, Aira collapsed.

  “Miss Aira!”

  Sir Kael rushed forward and caught her in his arms just in time. Panic flashed across his usually composed face.

  With the Lord’s permission, Sir Kael carried her out and took her back to her room.

  The meeting room fell silent.

  Though the discussion resumed shortly after, the tension remained thick in the air.

  Lord asked," Again how did the dravkin disappear? Any details that you missed?"

  He spoke of history that was never seen of never heard of after the disappearance of the dravkins," I have read almost every book written on those creatures but this is new."

  " What is it that you want to convey Master?" Master Amethyst took a deep breath as if he wanted to confirm something from his words.

  " It's exactly what you are thinking Master. Never once was there a case where the dravkins left their opponent alive less run away from them. This is no mere coincidence."

  Master Black Onyx drew in a sharp breath, his composure cracking for the first time since the meeting began. His fingers tightened against the armrest as the words escaped him in disbelief.

  “Impossible…”

  Lord Serathen’s gaze remained calm, almost detached, as he spoke. “Divine energy flows on a higher plane. It cannot collide with human's life energy. Yet she resisted it—instinctively.”

  A pause followed, heavy and suffocating.

  Sir Emeric was the first to respond, his voice low and unsettled. “She lost her consciousness ?.”

  “I restrained the energy,” Lord Serathen continued, his tone unwavering. “Only slightly. Even so, she collapsed before she could fully resist it.”

  Master Sapphire exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. “She collapsed without even realizing what she was opposing.”

  Once again, silence claimed the room.

  No one dared speak. No one dared move.

  This was no coincidence—every Sword Master present understood that much. And none of them possessed the courage to voice the question that lingered in the air. All eyes, eventually, turned toward the figure seated at the highest position.

  Lord Serathen raised his palm.

  At once, a book materialized above his hand, ancient and bound in worn leather. Its presence alone caused the air to tremble. The pages began to flip rapidly, as though guided by an unseen will, until they abruptly stopped.

  The Oracle spoke.

  “The day I rise again, on the blood of my kin…

  The heavens shall bleed, and Tyravyn may destroyed.”

  The words echoed through the chamber like a verdict passed by fate itself.

  Master Amethyst broke the silence, his voice laced with unease. “My Lord… are we lacking the knowledge of past events? Of the Lord Draveth—of the one who was banished to the depths of Hell? Forgive us for our ignorance.”

  A murmur rippled through the gathering.

  All the Masters waited, tension coiled tight within their chests.

  Once more, the pages of the book began to turn. They slowed… then stopped.

  The Oracle spoke again.

  “After absorbing his powers, I bound him. I cut all connections leading to Teravyn from hell, yet she escaped in the midst of the great fight.

  The daughter of hers—and his blood—was born.

  She hid herself. She is hiding still, waiting for years to pass.

  To find the kin. To save him.

  As his Queen once again… she will find the kin.”

  The final words lingered, suspended in the air like a blade held at the throat of the world.

  The book vanished.

  No one spoke.

  Everyone remained frozen, struck by the weight of a single, unspoken question—one that now haunted every mind in the room.

  Who opened the connection… to a dravkin appear from the depths of hell?