Chapter 122: Lay Low
In a different location, millions of kilometres away, hidden within a separate space, nine beings gathered. They sat around a large obsidian table. They were the Sinvairas, the very ones who had orchestrated the assault on Wuthenya.
Unlike before, when they conversed cheerfully and spoke of slaying a Wargrave as if it were a mundane Tuesday, they now said nothing. Not a single word. It was not that they chose silence, but rather that they couldn’t speak, as though the very air had become too heavy to carry their voices.
They could all feel it deep within their bones. One of them was gone. He was dead. Permanently. No ability, no artifact, no matter how ancient or forbidden, could retrieve him from the clutches of oblivion.
And how did they know this? Because unlike most beings born from emotions, they were born from human sins. And through those shared origins, they possessed a tethering connection to one another, a dark, intimate thread that linked their lives. They could feel each other’s presence across the world. But now, just a few minutes prior, that connection to Orvak, the Sinvaira of Carnage, had been abruptly severed.
They could not fathom how a mission as simple as eliminating a mere Voidstar Life Rank human had ended in the death of one of their own.
None of them had ever died. Not once.
Though Orvak, the Sinvaira of Carnage, was not the strongest among them... still...
Across the centuries, yes, they had bled. They had skirted the brink of death once or twice, especially when confronting adversaries powerful enough to pose future threats to their grand plan. But, truly being killed? That had never happened.
Because of this, their prolonged existence and uninterrupted survival had deluded them into a false sense of invincibility, as if they were immortals, immune to the passage of time, untouched by the reaper’s hand. They believed themselves superior to every race that dwelled within Crymora.
But now, they had been reminded, brutally so, that they were not gods. They had been slapped by reality in the harshest form possible.
A reminder in the form of death.
And so, they remembered, they were not omnipotent merely because they towered above the usual Rank 10s, nor were they omniscient simply because their intelligence network extended across the breadth of all Crymora Empires.