Chapter 306: The Most Important Question (2/2)

Although he couldn't confirm it, Aiden felt that the helmet's change was somehow related to the lord's complete transformation. The glowing eyes under the cover of the visor slightly changed shape, turning into thinner slits than they were before.

In a much deeper tone, he exclaimed, asking his brethren if they were willing to follow along.

”MY BRETHREN! I SAY: LET'S SHOW THEM WHAT REAL MONSTERS LOOK LIKE! LET'S GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WERE ASKING FOR! LET THIS LAST MARCH BE OUR GREATEST, GLORIEST OF THEM ALL!” He yelled, roared with fervent passion in his much deeper tone of voice.

And the small crowd didn't disappoint in the slightest. Raising their hands in the air, they cheered at their lord's exclamation, roaring into the sky just like he did.

One by one, the crowd slowly transformed, into various shapes of humanoid-shaped monstrous entities. Some had glossy, silvery fur, others had a large golden-brown mane or feathers even quills and scales.

Monsters of all shapes and sizes appeared as the crowd transformed one by one, releasing their own versions of auras from their bodies. Some grow in sizes, their muscles bulged, whilst others grew multiple limbs, a few even sporting beautiful, colorful wings.

Whilst their shapes differed from person to person, monster to monster, one thing, one fact remained the same. They all had the same determined, cold look in their eyes. They were all gathered for one single reason: They were going to stop the incoming army of racists, or they will die trying. Their heads will not be used as trophies of conquest, they will not be remembered as slaves to a corrupted race…

The scene reaching its completion, the world began to fade for Aiden once again. This time, however, he wasn't ejected from the memory, he didn't return to the 'outside world'. No, he remained in a state of limbo, floating as an intangible presence in the void.

Confused by what was happening, he tried looking around and even sending out pulses of energy in hope of making sense of what was happening. Still, no matter what he did, or how he tried, he couldn't make heads or tails, he couldn't understand what was going on.

Is he still in a memory? Did he maybe faint, and got stuck in this weird in-between?

'Enya, can you hear me? What is going on?' He even tried calling out for his system guide, sadly to no avail. There was no response, he couldn't even sense her presence anymore. It was as if he wasn't even in his own body and mind, but somewhere else…

Before his confusion could turn to despair, a warm, masculine and familiar voice from the memories he had just processed echoed through the void of space.

”Don't be afraid child, you are safe.”

In front of Aiden, the figure of the same armored leader, the general of the primal army, Lord Aiden Voragon's transparent, white silhouette appeared floating. Due to being just a silhouette, a vision of a long-forgotten past, his distinct features weren't clear, just his vague outline. Still, Aiden was certain that this person was the same as the one addressing the crowd just a moment ago.

”Who… who are you?! Where am I, what is this?” After a moment of thinking, Aiden fired the three most important questions of the moment with a still-startled, confused expression on his ghostly face.

”Although those questions are important, there's a much more important, more pressing one that you should be starting with, little one.” The figure of the leader responded, from his tone it was clear that he was smiling even if that was unclear from his blurry and helmet-covered face.

”A more important one? What could be more important than these three?! Anyway... What kinda response is that? Just who are you? If you are a memory, how are you talking to me?!” With an incredulous look, Aiden didn't falter, he continued firing even more questions, inquiries towards the strange apparition.

Seeing the confusion on Aiden's face, and hearing it behind his flurry of questions, the lord didn't mind, instead, he erupted into a hearty boisterous laughter. His guffaw kept ringing, echoing in the void.

It took him quite a while before he managed to calm down and collect himself enough to return his focus on the visage of the boy's spirit.

”As I said, there is a much more pressing, crucial question you should be asking before anything else…” He spoke with a friendly, warm tone, much different from what Aiden saw and heard in the memory. He could feel an unknown love and care behind his speech, present in each of the words he spoke. This fact greatly puzzled him, adding to his already great state of confusion even further.

”The question you should have started with, young one is the 'WHEN'. Tell me, do you know just exactly, WHEN are we?”