Chapter 378 Law of Entropy (1/2)
CHAPTER 378
LAW OF ENTROPY
Inside a glass-roofed gazebo overlooking a cascading garden of roses and rapid streams of water bundling into small waterfalls as they all fell into an out-streaming, massive one, five figures currently sat in ephemeral silence around a wooden table stacked with exotic fruits.
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The place beneath was surrounded by clouds as it floated far up, well away from the sight of the world. The gazebo was held up by six, hand-carved beams, decorated by various, beautiful patterns, which ever so often sported a shimmering gem.
Of the five figures, two were men and three were women; Freya sat at the central spot, her expression downcast and troubled. Seated next to her was a woman with a veiled face, her whole body edgeless, bloody-red hair faintly visible as it draped over her back.
Opposite of them, to the far right, was Erebus, who had a deep frown of contemplation on his face. Seated right next to him was the other man, seemingly in his late sixties with a head full of white hair and a face full of white beard. His eyes were closed, his features otherwise entirely ordinary. To the end was the last woman, draped in cascading shadows of nothingness, her figure both there and not at the same time. She didn't have any distinguishing features, as though she was everyone and no one at the same time.
”... why now?” Erebus suddenly asked, breaking the silence and drawing attention to himself. ”Why would the Empyrean take Alison now?”
”... I imagine it is because he has seen through my Avatar,” Freya replied with a faint sigh. ”Which forced him to speed up his plans.”
”What plans?” the other man asked, his eyes still closed.
”... it's difficult to say,” Freya replied, sighing once more. ”I got the feeling he is not playing just our own game, but one much larger than it all.”
”... what could possibly be larger?” the veiled woman scoffed, her voice cracking and breaking. ”In the end, he still became merely another of Ataxia's puppets. We've put too much faith into him.”
”A'yor,” Freya turned to the last woman. ”What do you think?”
”... I think,” the woman's voice was paradoxically loud and low, distant and near, everywhere and nowhere, at the same time. ”Nothing. I am ashamed... to say it, Mother. But, when I look at him... I... see nothing. Far more... than looking myself in the mirror.”
”... I've said it before,” the old man said suddenly. ”It was a mistake, Mother, to antagonize him.”
”... chips merely fell where even Sister was unable to predict them,” Freya said, chuckling bitterly. ”If it was in the cards, I'd have befriended him instead.”
”Regardless,” the veiled woman said. ”We can't allow this to continue anymore. Our reign is already being questioned. If we do nothing after having lost another Bearer, it will become even more difficult.”
”... I agree,” Erebus said. ”We need to draw him out and throw everything we have at him. Even if we are unable to kill him, we need to buy more time. How many years before we can breach the barrier, Mother?”
”... with the help of Four and Three, I estimate another thirty years at the least, forty at the most.”
”Then forty we need to buy.” Erebus said. ”He's not invincible... nor is he as composed as he lets out. However despicable, we need to aim where it hurts the most.”
”... dear Mother, Great Sister,” the elderly man suddenly said, opening his eyes as his lips curled up in a bitter smile. ”I'm afraid I cannot participate in this.”
”... why, Istok?” Freya asked.
”I... simply cannot.” the man replied, bowing lowly. ”I shall await my due punishment.”
”... Istok...” Erebus mumbled, but the man had already vanished from his spot, as though he were never there.
”I shall arrange everything,” the veiled woman said. ”You only need to gather people and be where I tell you to be at and when I tell you.”
”Yes, Great Sister.” Erebus and the other woman nodded solemnly and too vanished, leaving behind only Freya and the veiled woman.
”... I'm afraid, sis.” Freya said, biting her lower lip. ”This... might truly be our undoing.”
”What are you afraid of, Gaia?” the veiled woman asked with a faint scoff. ”He is just a lowly human, at his core. Ataxia may enamor him, but he doesn't make him an immortal. Not in the least.”
”You haven't met him,” Freya said. ”Not like I did. He's... different. Different from Eve. Different from Ayla. Different from Rove. Different from Stark. Different from Eldon.”
”... in what way?” the veiled woman asked.
”... he can both match Eve's cruelty, as well as Ayla's compassion,” Freya replied, sighing. ”He can meet Rove's determination... as well as Stark's will. And, by far, he is the only one that can match Eldon when it comes to true madness. I feel if we aggravate him too much... he will simply cease to care.”