Lord of Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

As Franca and Hela watched Lumian arrange the corresponding items on the stone chair, setting it up as an altar and placing a Loen gold pound reverently in front of the grayish-white candle symbolizing the deity, Hela calmly remarked, “Don’t be concerned about not receiving a response. The secrets will remain secret, while the rest will be revealed.”

Lumian felt himself relax as he consecrated the ritual silver dagger, erecting a wall of spirituality.

The voices of Franca and Hela faded into the background, as if emanating from a great distance.

Rather than rushing into the ritual, Lumian lowered his voice and proactively provoked Termiboros.

“I’m about to extract your power once more. Any thoughts on the matter?”

He aimed to enrage Termiboros to a certain degree. Only then might Termiboros inadvertently expose any concealed issues in His response, allowing Lumian to discern whether this Inevitability Angel was secretly plotting something.

The sooner he uncovered it, the sooner he could address it and find a resolution!

Termiboros’s imposing voice resonated.

“The further you venture, the closer you draw to the end. This is an inevitability—irreversible.”

“Is that how you console yourself?” Lumian scoffed at Termiboros’s enigmatic behavior.

Termiboros’s voice reverberated within Lumian’s body.

“Boons bring the recipient closer to the bestower. You may believe you’re extracting my power, but in truth, you’re steadily aligning your fate with mine, becoming more and more like me.

“This grants me glimpses through your eyes and your fate.

“You and I are merely bugs ensnared by fate. Apart from the greatest of existences, all living beings share this commonality.

“In the near future, you will come to understand: “Death is the end of all things, and madness is an eternal melody.”

That’s essentially the same as saying nothing… Is Termiboros implying that I will face a setback in the near future? Lumian chuckled and said, “Are you deliberately saying this to make me obtain the power of a Fate Appropriator while burdened with worry and fear, hoping I’ll die here?

“Don’t concern yourself. Death and madness won’t deter me.”

Without awaiting Termiboros’s reply, Lumian fixed his gaze upon the candle flame and recited in a deep, resonant voice, “Power of Inevitability!

“You are the past, the present, and the future;

“You are the cause, the effect, and the process;

“…”

As the ritual progressed, Franca and Hela bore witness to the transformation of all the items on the altar. Stones softened, candles expanded, and the ground decayed into a swamp. Countless strange insects loomed in the void.

The darkness outside the dilapidated palace intensified. A silver-black liquid flowed from Lumian’s chest, enveloping him like corrupted mercury.

Lumian writhed in agony. Throughout this process, his body alternated between contortion and normalcy, occasionally assuming postures that defied human anatomy. It was as though he were boneless, his skin and flesh infused with mercury.

Franca was startled and experienced an inexplicable, illusory pain.

Amidst the excruciating and familiar pain, Lumian caught sight of Aurore.

Aurore, with her thick, long blond hair, was attempting the Soul Summoning Spell!

Lumian stepped forward and intervened, stopping Aurore.

Just as he rejoiced in the belief that the problem had been nipped in the bud and Aurore wouldn’t fracture into the evil personality of Roche Louise Sanson, he was horrified to discover that Aurore’s body had undergone a drastic transformation. In a bloody state, she had expanded into a monster with three heads and six arms, sitting cross-legged.

Lumian witnessed Aurore seeking assistance from Hela. Reluctantly, he offered his help, preventing his sister from forgetting this matter. However, when Hela arrived, Aurore had already transformed into a colossal three-headed, six-armed monster, despite the final ritual not having been performed.

Aurore, at various stages of life, appeared before Lumian. They were on the verge of making pivotal choices.

Lumian desperately tried to alter the Aurores’ fates and prevent them from descending into the abyss. However, each time, although he managed to redirect fate to another tributary, Aurore’s spirit and flesh ultimately crumbled, transforming her into a three-headed, six-armed monster.

Is this inevitability? Is this an irreversible outcome? Lumian’s eyes turned bloodshot as he made increasingly futile efforts.