SWNOVELXO Chapter 292: They Learned
With just a few moves she had calmed her daughter Miracle down and it was time to move on.
James didn't even think about cleaning himself and teleported directly to the 20th floor with Emma's help.
He could see everyone staring at him, the stares were quite normal. James had blood running down his head. Because of what he had seen in his dream, he had somehow triggered and used the blood elemental, so he was bloody from the head down.
The priests and nuns of the Church of the Night were trying to figure out what was going on, while James continued to move around the huge church.
"Master?" James suddenly heard a voice and turned around to see that it was Sylvia. The female Dark Elf's face seemed to be filled with great concern.
"Not now Slyvia, I have something to do, I'll come back soon," James said and with a nod from Slyvia, he started to walk away.
Even though everyone was worried about what had happened, Nyx had told James exactly where he needed to go, which meant that the great goddess knew something.
After a short time, James reached the base of the tower in the eastern part of the huge church.
He quickly made his way through the guards, priests and nuns, and before he opened the door to the tower and went inside, he gave a firm order, "I don't want anyone to come in here until I'm out of here."
"We can't even if we wanted to, sir, only the heir to the church can unlock this tower... That means you," a lay priest replied.
James entered the tower after these words and then climbed the stairs at a very high speed.
When he reached the end of the stairs, he saw another door in front of him and took a deep breath and slowly pushed it open, realizing that the place he was in was the same place he had seen in his dream.
However, there was still a lot of stuff in it.
"Unbelievable, so this is where my parents danced...sang?" Abby suddenly muttered. James shook his head at the gentle woman's voice echoing in his mind and said in a low voice, "It's a bit strange, but this is where I saw it, yes."
[Alright, poke around, try to find something. Don't just do it with your eyes, spread your mana and aura around, and try to see if you can trigger something.]
When James read this sudden message from Nyx, he realized that the plan was to find any trace of energy again, and without question, he began to do as this woman he considered his mother told him. Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire
Yet even after almost ten minutes of searching, he hadn't found anything. It was nothing more than a bookshelf, a desk, two wooden chairs, a desk, and a window to let the sunlight in.
At least that's what James thought.
As he turned around, he realized something. He had managed to see that the bookcase in this room was not completely against the wall, something was wrong because everything else in the room was completely mounted on the wall.
The bookcase had a gap left behind it.
The fact that the room was dusty seemed to indicate that the priest outside was telling the truth. Only Black descendants should have been allowed inside.
James carefully moved the bookcase away from the wall and then saw a painting, perhaps as tall as James, covered by a thick cloth.
He carefully placed his hand on the thick cover and then pulled it away.
With that, the painting itself became visible.
James couldn't believe his eyes. Desmond himself...a figure with black pearl eyes and hair as dark as the night itself, with an incredibly serious expression, standing in the painting and watching intently the woman next to him.
The woman was white, almost like snow in its purest form, with hair like a work of art, a near-white complexion and a pair of eyes that shone like stars, and she was looking back at Desmond.
At that moment the ring James was wearing on the index finger of his right hand began to glow. James could see the spirits of his ancestors coming out of the ring one by one.
Abby, Ezra and Drak were now looking directly at the painting itself, away from the ring. They each had a smile on their faces.
It was at that moment that the trio uttered the word "Mom..." at the same time, and with that James' heart began to pound. These three old souls...it was as if they were reunited with their mother. Even if it was just a woman in a painting, this woman was the mother of these three ancestors.
James was just staring at the painting and waiting. In Olympus, he had no idea what was going on, he was completely focused on himself...
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In the hall of Olympus, many legendary heroes, gods and goddesses had risen. Even the stupidest god knew who that woman was standing next to Desmond.
Even Nyx's eyes widened and she stood up from her throne and continued to watch the painting as if she could not believe anything.
"Creator...Desmond married one of the female creators....!!!!" Aether suddenly shouted. No one had ever imagined that the god of space, heaven and the high, endless sky would shout in such a way.
It was not only Aether himself who was surprised. Every Chaos-Born, every Titan, every high Olympian god, every Asgardian god and leader, every mythological being and monster, Archangel Michael, Fallen Angel Lucifer, Sun Wukong and many more.
None of them knew what to say, and they were all fixed in their places, completely absorbed in themselves.
Some of them even thought that they might be in a dream right now, but no one was foolish enough to deny that this was reality.
"James...has the blood of a creator...a creator of the highest order," Ra said suddenly. Ra himself was a creator, just like Luna, who everyone saw in the painting, but the difference between Ra and that woman was that Ra was a creator of the lowest order.
Luna only needed to think to destroy a creator like Ra.
The second most powerful creator in existence...one of the few beings that can be called a work of art of Chaos. Nyx represented power, Erebus eternity, ##### life, ##### death, the squirrel-eared woman spirit.
Luna was there as the most perfect creator, the most compassionate. Luna represented might itself.
Ra's words seemed to hit everyone like a slap in the face. Even though James' wife Nemesis was secretly happy about this news, she was slowly beginning to break under the stress and pressure that would be placed on her husband by the deepening of the situation.
"So the woman he danced with in his dream was the creator himself, or at least one of them...one of the quartet my grandfather first created?" Moros suddenly asked.
Moros had once tried to control the future of the duo just so that his sister Nemesis would not be upset in the future about anything.
The three sisters Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos wrote fate and Moros spread it, and Moros, as the eldest, was the only one who completed the existence, the reality of the three sisters.
This meant that he was destiny itself, the black news itself.
Yet even someone like him had never seen the fate of his sister Nemesis, nr of James. The fact that he had been able to see his sister's destiny before, an that this had changed when James had entered their lives, locking everyone's fate, had made Moros think.
Now it all made sense.
Luna, the second most powerful of the creators, was James' ancestor. Of course, a man as lowly as Moros, a man of no value to Luna, a man who in the eyes of the creator looked like a baby barely out of his mother's womb, could not see James' destiny.
Otherwise e,verything would have been stranger.
"Chaos himself said that James wasn't a puppet, but there were dozens of Desmond's plans that we didn't know about, as well as the frightening machinations that man had left behind. Now big sister Luna herself is involved...I guess the effect James had on the tower wasn't just a matter of coincidences," Chronos said suddenly.
With his words, everything was certain. The only problem and question was this:
Should they tell James who was here, who was that woman in the painting, Luna herself?
All eyes turned to Nyx. Even the eyes of her husband Erebus were focused on Nyx with concern, and for perhaps the first time in her life, the great goddess was under pressure.
The decision to be made here and now would either destroy James' faith or make him stronger and more determined. It was all like a card game at a gambling table.
Nyx was either going to go all in or she was going to avoid making that decision by calling it out at that moment. Yet the only thing this woman, the great goddess Nyx, wanted was for James, whom she saw as her son, to be well.