COTE x TBATE | A Masterpiece

Chapter 42 - Kezzes Indrath.

(Arthur Leywin)

As the feeling of being instantaneously transported dissipated, the image of Helstea Manor faded into the background, replaced by a serene scene.

A polished, marble path stretched out before me, flanked by vibrant cherry blossom trees on either side in their fullest and most exuberant display of blooming beauty.

"Welcome to the Home of Asuras, Epheotus." Windsom said with a proud smile as the scene of otherworldly beauty and tranquillity rolled before me in a vibrant display of colours.

I took in a deep breath feeling everything around me. Tranquillity reigned supreme.

Every inch of this realm seemed to be infused with a sublime energy from mana that soothed the soul and inspired the heart. The amount of mana in the air was baffling.

In their delicate and ephemeral grace, the cherry blossoms were a sight to behold, their soft petals creating a sea of pink and white that stretched as far as the eye could see. The air was perfumed with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers, and the gentle rustling of leaves and chirping of birds provided a serene soundtrack to this idyllic paradise.

Rolling hills, verdant foliage, and crystal-clear streams completed the landscape, all infused with a serene aura. Indeed, the Land of Deities is a place of profound natural beauty, where one can truly connect with the essence of life itself.

It was worthy to be called the home of the asuras.

"Let's not keep Lord Indrath waiting. He is eager to meet his granddaughter and you as well." Windsom said, looking at the top of my head where Sylvie slept without a care in the world. She would be sad knowing that she wasn't able to meet Ellie one last time but there are more pressing matters at hand right now.

"Sure," I replied as I followed Windsom closely. Soon we arrived in front of a huge infrastructure.

It was, by all means, a magnificent fortress, a monument to the sheer power of the King of Asuras that called it home. The castle was perched atop a towering mountain, its imposing silhouette visible for miles around.

The walls were made of gleaming black stone, intricately carved with complex designs that speak of a long and storied history. The castle's ramparts bristle with turrets and towers.

Two massive dragon statues stand at the entrance of the castle, their bodies intertwined in a fierce embrace, emphasising some sort of bond between them. It was ironic since in many studies it was shown that dragons were greedy creatures, who used to amass gold and other valuables all for themselves. And that their tears were not really tears but a method of cleansing impurities in their eyes.

This seemed to be an accurate description of how no one came to help Sylvia out when she was in her worst state. Not even her father. This explains a few things. Asuras have some kind of deal between them which forbids them to interfere directly. It is evident from the opposing continents' actions as they had half-breeds between humans and asuras. Since they are not pure asuras they can participate in the coming war.

Looking back up, I saw each statue that was expertly carved with intricate scales, sharp claws, and powerful wings that seemed ready to take flight at any moment, almost feeling alive.

If what I think is true then this means that the king of asuras is nothing more than a sturdy rock. If he had the wits to outsmart his enemy, he could've done so. However, it seems like he lacks the wits to do this but has enough power to make up for his shortcomings.

Just as we stepped on the multi-coloured bridge that led to the entrance of the castle, I felt a pair of scrutinising eyes fall on me. It was as if a foreign presence was probing into my entire existence, gauging my every move. Activating Realmheart in minor bursts, I saw that the bridge was infused with purple motes. However, they weren't stable. It seemed as if they had been weaponized. It was strange.