Sword of Dawnbreaker

Chapter 894 - 893: The Two Ends of the Chain

What exactly does this ”God” intend to do?

This was the question that Gawain was most concerned about, and also most worried about, after confirming that Amoen, the Giant Stag, was indeed feigning death.

Evidently, Amoen, the Giant Stag was also very aware of what Gawain was anxious about.

”If I were to return to the sight of mortals again, it would likely cause quite a stir...” He said with a hint of a smile in His words, His enormous eyes calmly watching Gawain, ”What do you think about this?”

”To be honest, I’d rather you not leave this place,” Gawain said candidly, ”nor do I want you to return to the eyes of mortals—though three thousand years have passed, the Druid legacy remains, and there are still people with minds full of religious revival who would be interested in something like the ’return of the gods’. Perhaps some would rekindle faith in the God of Nature, or perhaps someone would want to stir up trouble under the pretense of the ancient gods’ return, none of which I’d like to see.”

”Rest assured, that’s not what I want to see either—I paid a great price to escape the cycle, and it certainly wasn’t to one day return to the divine seat,” Amoen chuckled softly and said, ”So, you can set your mind at ease.”

”I’ll try to be at ease.” Gawain sighed.

After all, he was facing a mysterious and powerful God, and whether he could be reassured wasn’t entirely up to him.

After the words fell, he couldn’t help but look up and down at the God of Nature before him a few more times.

This vast and sacred figure was being locked down by numerous restraint devices from the Ancient Gondor Era. Thick chains and magic symbol pillars interwove layer upon layer to form the great barrier that still operated today, and many fragments emitting a faint glow from ships and station debris from the universe entrapped the Giant Stag’s entire body. Some fragments floated around Him, while others were deeply embedded into the flesh of this God.

It looked hideous and terrifying, but Gawain found it difficult to discern from Amoen’s tone or gaze whether He was in pain because of this.

”What? Want to help me lift these constraints?” Amoen’s voice sounded in his mind, ”Ah... they indeed cause me great trouble, especially these fragments. They keep me completely immobilized... If you are willing, you could help me remove the particularly bothersome and less critical ones.”

Gawain raised his eyes to look at this God: ”Do you think I would do that?”

”I think not—anyone with reason and in your position wouldn’t do that,” Amoen said very casually, with no hint of displeasure in His tone, ”And I would advise against it—the will and body of yours might be sturdy enough to withstand the impact of a God’s power, but those standing behind you may not, and the old barrier here cannot withstand my full power.”

Gawain turned slightly to glance in the direction of the isolation barrier, seeing Amber, Aunt Heidi, and the others standing there with expressions of concern and worry, looking this way. He waved his hand towards them, then turned back, ”I am happy to take your advice.”

”That’s for the best,” Amoen said lightly, ”If the day ever comes that you truly want or need to unleash my power, make sure you are thoroughly prepared... Do not be as reckless as those first humans who came here—they paid quite the price.”

He was likely referring to those early humans, the Master Mages from the Meteoric Era of the Gondor Empire, who built the defied Fortress here.

”It looks like... you’ve already prepared yourself to continue ’hibernating’ here,” Gawain breathed out softly and said to Amoen, ”I’m quite curious, are you waiting for something? Because your current state of being immobile and feigning death seems very... pointless to me.”

”So, I am waiting for something meaningful to happen, perhaps a world-shattering change in the mortal world, perhaps a chance to end that pathetic cycle thoroughly and completely. Sadly, I can’t describe how these will be realized to you, but until that day comes, I’ll be patient.”

Gawain frowned slightly: ”Even if you’ve waited three thousand years already?”

Amoen replied calmly: ”I’ve only just waited a moment.”

”...” Gawain looked at the God of Nature. After a long pause, he finally smiled and shook his head, ”Indeed, three thousand years is but the blink of an eye... Alright, you continue to wait here. I think I should be leaving now.”

”Safe travels—my apologies for not being able to see you off.”