Chapter 79: Mask of Deceit(4)
I moved forward towards the small round table, its curved edges now worn out with time. The six square-shaped plaques lay on them, organised in a grid of three. Each was carved with a different letter of the ancient script, glowing in a pulsating silver light.
I picked the first one, the letter carved on it translated to one word only.
"Stillness."
I clutched it tightly in my hands before moving back to Arvax's statue and placing the plaque in the empty space. As soon as the plaque fit, the pulsating silver light changed to that of blue.
Arvax's eyes also glowed with a blue light before dimming and becoming lifeless. "The Frost Sovereing, Arvax Elvaron Frostmarch. Also known as the Sovereign of Stillness." I exhaled before moving back to the table, picking up another plaque.
I looked at it, and the glowing letter, this time, had a different meaning. "Freedom," I mumbled, moving towards another statue.
This time, the statue was different. Instead of long pointed ears, it had human ears. That does not mean he was not good-looking—he was, but a burned scar tainted his face. He had wavy hair that dropped to his neck.
From his statue, it seemed like he wore a simple plated armour that was likely enchanted with magic, with a cloak flowing from his shoulder pads. The man held a sword, plunged with both his hands, resting over the hilt that looked like a bolt of lightning.
The sword was not simple, with an amethyst gem attached to the guard. The blade was weird with its thin blade curving like a snake's body or lightning. This sword was none other than Thorvian's Vigil, Sturmscourge.
Placing the plaque in its place, the letter glowed with a faint amethyst light along with the eyes of the statue. "The Storm Sovereign, Otto Von Blitzfeld. Also known as the Sovereign of Freedom and Movement."
[Well, isn't he the founder of the Blitzfelds?] Dante asked.