Chapter 418: Land Of Ancestors
THE SETTLEMENT HAD BEEN reduced to rubble.
What was once a collection of homes, tents, and huts now lay in complete ruin. The air smelled of burning wood, ash, ice, and blood. Not a single structure stood intact, and the only sign that monks had been here was the piles of bodies in the center of the wreckage.
Some were still breathing; others were not.
It was a scene of utter desolation, and the silence was thick. There were no sounds of cries or wailing, just the eerie quiet of desolation.
Arthur was seen dragging a monk across the ground. The man’s body was half-limp as his lower half scraped against the dirt. Arthur’s own face was stoic, and his eyes were still cold. In his other hand, the Legacy of Kaguya book was open, and he was casually reading an interesting passage.
’Before I became the matriarch of our clan, before destiny took hold of me, I was just Kaguya, someone curious about the universe, born in a realm those from earth would not understand. Growing up among the stars, my days were filled with discovery. Our realm wasn’t as filled with so much light as earth was. The skies there were dark and starry. I remember spending hours gazing upward and dreaming of what lay beyond the unknown. We were celestial beings, travelers of the cosmos, always seeking new worlds to explore and nurture. One could say that my time there was not filled with any sort of the adventures mankind underwent. My kind studied the energies that pulsed through the sky and mapped the stars. It was a means of learning how to connect with that energy and harness it for ourselves. From a young age, we were taught to be selfish, and I was eager to understand the universe’s secrets. What made everything tick? What made us powerful? I spent my days learning from the elders, listening to stories of our past. Traveling through space was nothing special because of how moot everything seemed for us. Everywhere I heard of had its opportunities taken by us. All because of the trees we planted.’
Arthur stopped in his tracks to consider things. From what he understood, stories like these were never thought of by the creators of the ninja world. Rather, this creature sounded oddly like the Nephilim he had read about in the bible.
They were the offspring of fallen angels, and this Kaguya greatly related to them.
’The bonds with my fellow clan members were strong, and we had a common purpose: to survive by destroying everything else. I admired my elders for a time. They were powerful and helped guide me through my perpetual boredom. Even as I reveled in the beauty of my world, I was eventually told by them that I was next in line for the matriarch. Those days laid the foundation for everything that was to come. Looking back now, I realize those days would not help me carry the hope of our clan.’ –Legacy Of Kaguya, page 24.
Arthur scoffed at this passage. The more he heard, the more it reminded him of the things that transpired in the bible. Only, the Legacy of Kaguya was a watered-downversion from a devil’s point of view.
"K... Kill me..." he heard the monk he was holding whisper.
Arthur didn’t respond immediately since the monk was barely able to keep his eyes open. Arthur simply closed the book before glancing down at the man. No pity, no remorse. Just the same detached expression.