Chapter 557 - 503: Power is Finite (1/2)
”Why does everyone want to obtain more power?”
The boy yawned and asked a random question, not fully grasping the mentality of other races, like the greedy humans.
”To conquer. Rule over other species, dominate everything. There's also revenge, punishment, or even to protect one's family but such cases are rare because those people would know when to stop.”
The disembodied voice calmly answered the curious boy.
”How come I'm not like them? I can obtain more power but I don't want to, it's boring.”
”It's because you've only lived in this courtyard ever since your birth so you didn't meet other people and were not influenced by anything or anyone. Perhaps, if you go outside, which you will, you'll change your mind.”
”No! It's tiresome to train and get more power, I see no point in becoming the strongest.”
Seeing such strong objection, the speaker let out a sigh but chose to not comment.
”Isn't it power something finite? When they reach the end, what will they do?”
”Their greed for power will continue and they'll not care about the consequences... which is why their end is their death.”
”What if they cannot die?”
”Not dying is a curse in itself. An eternal life is never a blessing, no matter how enticing it may seem to mortals. It is being imprisoned in the deja-vu of solitude.”
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After witnessing the brief appearance of Leiu and the death of the old man and Claud, Zodiak and Aneirin found themselves standing next to the Well of the Lost. Everything around them was foggy, limiting their vision and forcing them to take the only path laid ahead, which was inside the Well.
”So that's the end?”
The Troubadour sighed and look at his silent companion, wondering what he was thinking.
”Let us get on with it.”
Zodiak jumped inside the well, followed right after by the energetic bard. Just like the first time, the trip inside was dizzying and blurry, this time causing them to fall unconscious.
When they appeared on the other side, they were both peacefully sleeping and, from the looks of it, they returned to the Serenity of the present.
Aneirin was the one to wake up first, he lazily scanned the surroundings only to suddenly jump up.
”I didn't expect such a warm welcome.”
The poet's expression wasn't good as he stared at the squadron of angels surrounding the well. Leading the winged beings was an angel stronger than the rest, he had four pairs of wings and emitted a majestic aura condensed from something very similar to Holy Magic.
”This is not a place for you. Leave, bard.”
The leader of the angel spoke with a cold tone, not sparing even a glance at the fuming Aneirin. The angels standing behind quickly marched forward and bound the troubadour.
”You actually dare? Do you think I'll let this slide?”
While being dragged far away, the bard kept cursing and warning the leader.
”You'll regret this! I'll bring hell down on you guys!”
Aneirin knew that the angels won't dare to harm him but it wasn't the case for Zodiak, which was their target from the very beginning. He just didn't expect them to be so bold and actually make a move when he's next to Zodiak, which left him thinking that they had enough time to lose the clingy pursuers.