Chapter 6: Secret Secrets are No Fun
*Lloyd, my child, what were you thinking! *
"No, please, just stop! I don't know! I don't know anything and it is all because of you!"
"Do not place the blame on me Lloyd, you defined your fate the day you chose to follow Diaz. I am merely dealing out your punishment. *
"This isn't punishment! This is madness! What do you mean I have to resurrect a god? Let alone the god of destruction! Was that not done already!? And didn't they fail! What good will bringing the god into our world do? It's meant to bring destruction, and you, the god of creation, want me to give it life!?"
*Lloyd, you do not understand. When you enable the god into this world, it will receive a physical body and be mortal. There is much you do not know about your own Winglie heritage, why the sylph spheres were made and who ordered their creation, and why the god is, or was, feared. The god of Destruction will bring about the happiness of the world and when the Dragoons before you failed, Dart and Shana, I had to revert to a new way of ending suffering. *
"Of course, yes, oh, that would be me right?"
*I have faith in you Lloyd, you can succeed. *
"But what if I don't want to, don't want to do this 'favor' for you or even succeed at all? Maybe I want the world to end, that way I may not have to live out my sentence!"
*That is quite selfish of you Lloyd, I dare not ever thought you would do such a thing. But that is not the problem at hand, that Yukon monster is, and your friends are in dire need of your assistance. Did that Winglie script not say to not proceed any further!? *
Lloyd groaned to life and immediately felt a warm splash of liquid hit skin as he brought his hand to his forehead. Crimson eyes searching from where he lay collapsed in an uncomfortable heap on the cold stone floor, Lloyd met the ice blue orbs and snow-white fur with an ungrateful scowl. Albert was casting Rose Storm now that he was in Dragoon form, the pink petals dancing about his and Meru's bodies as their defense rose to stunning heights. Meru was in the process of finishing off a physical attack on the monster, barely doing any damage but inflicting sleep upon the great mass. The older Winglie stood up slowly as to not have all the blood rush from his head and grasped around for his dragoon spirit, prepared to transform immediately. Once he found the warm pulsing indigo orb, Lloyd closed his eyes and concentrated on the sphere, the same indigo light that radiated from it now surrounding his body and he floated up into the air.
His armor was much larger than both Albert's and Meru's, huge light blue-violet shoulder guards ran down to his waist while others, which started at his hips, went to mid calf. His otherwise energy like wings he could summon at will were now brought forth and slightly supported by small by small ornately formed sinew like structures protruding from his back. He actually felt his endurance, strength, defense, and magical abilities raise and could hear the distant cry of the Lord of the Dragons from the spirit plane. As far as that dead beast was concerned, Lloyd was the dragon, and with that had all the abilities the once living creature possessed.
Some say the Dragoons are but fairytales, stories told to children as bedtime stories and were never really accurate or valid. Others speculate that maybe they once existed, but now their powers were lost to Endiness, mere heroes in an ancient history that even now was even losing it's own truth and sway on people. There were a select few though, who knew the absolute, who were aware and quite in tune with the old writings and legends, they themselves who either were once a Dragoon, were now, or had met one personally, whether luckily or unluckily. Though the Dragoons themselves and their existence basically revolved around magic and the Dragons, those two were not lost to any in Endiness.
Magic was just as common in the modern days as it was back when the Winglies had enslaved the human race, many people even relied on it even more than in those hard times. Dragons, though not many remained in the world of the living, were well known of and taught to every scholarly child. They were taught that Dragons were massive, intelligent beasts, whose wisdom and honor was far beyond the greatest human hero. They were masters in all things magical and were the beings that first brought the knowledge of magic into Endiness.
Endiness, whose very own magic source and supply came from The Moon that Never Sets, though that was rarely ever told to the engrossed children. The Moon that Never Sets, that now had set right into the middle of the remains of the tree of life, the seed planted to birth all species, humanoid and monstrous alike. It was all quite ironic, the more Lloyd pondered, and if one were to really try to make sense of it all would only end up with an unwanted headache and a bloody nose. Of course, there are other ways of getting bloody noses, and the Winglie was experiencing one of them right now.
Lloyd's ancient sword squealed through the air, empowered by the advanced strength allowed by the Dragoon armor, and sliced through the Yukon monster's neck, clearing the head from it's shoulders in a single clean swipe. The silver haired man then proceeded to call back his armor and fall once again to the cold stone floor. Albert and Meru joined him where he sat wiping his bloodied hand on the ground, both pulling potions from their packs and handing them to Lloyd.
"What happened to your nose?" Meru dabbed a piece of cloth in the water canteen and wiped clean his face as a mother would a child.
"I don't know, I woke up with it like that, it is probably from when I was thrown against the wall"
A half full bottle of potion was placed in Lloyd's hands by Albert, who had already drunk from the blue glass. Wounds were minor; just a few deep cuts and bruises but nothing that called fore more than half a potion. Lloyd downed the magical concoction of sweet water and felt the tingly sensations of healing spread to each cut. A dull blue hue spread across the wounds, and one could watch the skin pull itself together and mend, leaving a scar free and flawless complexion.
The three travelers stood up and retrieved their runners from behind a large slab of slate. On their way to the last remaining Winglie City to visit Charlie Frahma, Albert had bought his own beast from a large farm in Lohan, the trader city. Seidan was a honey-brown shaggy runner whose temper was hot and didn't get along well with Narneel. Each tried to fight for dominance over the 'pack' and neither agreed with one another on much of anything. Narneel was larger and more laid back than Seidan, who was constantly getting into trouble by either crying out it's frustrations and ultimately leading monsters to where the three camped, or just refusing to listen to Albert at all. Lellian was the only being out of all six who could calm the maddened runner down.
Seidan growled it's dissatisfaction with his fellow travelers and stomped it's huge feet on the stone ground impatiently. Lloyd glared unhappily at the beast and mounted Narneel whose manner was, as usual, indifferent. Lellian cried out her own displeasure but that was more towards Seidan for making such a scene over the fact that they had yet to get a midday meal. Albert groaned and clambered up onto Seidan, looking helplessly over his shoulder at Meru who just shrugged.
"Alright, let's try to keep the monster encounters down to a minimum. I'd like to reach Frahma's in one piece," Lloyd grunted as he pulled Narneel around to face the entrance of the cave.
"Yeah, I was wonderin', why are there so many monsters here? I remember this place bein' pretty desolate the last time I visited, with Rose and everyone."
"I have no idea Meru, I remember it as you do."
"Yes, considering it is springtime now in most parts of Endiness, I would have thought the monsters would be migrating there, not to this cold harsh environment," Albert gestured to the blizzard like conditions outside that the three were preparing to travel through. Lloyd shook his head in response. In the past two weeks the Winglie had surprised even himself with the incredible time made. Already the tiny group was at the near entrance of the Winglie city, just needing to travel through the barren desert lands, easy to get lost in if one did not know his or her way. Lloyd had a great amount of knowledge on secluded shortcuts to take to get to the area the three were now in. When the Winglie had been under the false direction of Emperor Diaz, he had to meet with him in the broken ancient Vellweb not a mornings journey away, many times having to rush under the impression of an emergency to the given spot.
Trying their best to ignore the stinging cold cutting at their exposed cheeks and eyes, the travels bounded through the snow laden trail, finally escaping the seemingly never ending weather by nearly running smack into an extremely large amount of monsters at the mouth of the ancient ruined Vellweb. Lloyd was nearly thrown off Narneel as he tried to pull the galloping beast to a sudden halt behind the mass.
"Lloyd! What's going on! First that Yukon monster, now this!?"
Lloyd ignored the frightened Meru as he tried his best not to panic and think of a way to get past these monsters without being pulled into a futile battle.
"Lloyd!?"
"Meru, be quite, they might here you," Albert pulled at the leather reigns as Seidan tossed his tail and head about, trying to shake Albert off so he could run in the opposite direction, away from the impending danger.
"Be quite both of you…I…" Lloyd eyes fluttered closed as he sucked in a deep breath as a shock of billowing warm air surrounded him, coming from the structures opening. The breeze carried upon it a light sound, like singing, but in a language unknown to the Winglie. It reminded him of his dream, the sound and feel carried the same calming, luring drugged like experience. The voice though, so beautiful, he just wanted to surround himself with it and…
"LLOYD!"
Jerking back into reality, Lloyd actually did fall off Narneel that time, the beast lowering its huge head to lick gently at his cheek in a show of concern. "What?" he directly towards Meru as he petted the runner's head absently while pulling himself back to his feet and then upon his friend's back. Frowning to Meru, Lloyd lowered his head and sighed. "Nothing to worry about, just going crazy as usual," a slight smile.
"This isn't good at all, you and the monsters, maybe Charlie will know what's goin' on."
"Maybe, I don't know…"
"Well, we better get going anyway, we can sneak around the monsters maybe by going down that ridge there," Albert pointed to his left at a slender inclined ridge that appeared to wrap around the base of Vellweb's ruins.
"Alright, lets go, and be as quite as you can, and Albert, please try to control Seidan."
"I do!"
The three continued on, the entrancing music Lloyd had heard now fading away as they moved father away from Vellweb and more towards the barren death desert that lay beyond it, and beyond even that, the Winglie City, Ulara. They reached the Death Frontier by mid noon and had to dismount their runners son they could more easily maneuver around the gaping sand pits until finally, they reached their destination.
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Yretsiem sat shivering in her bed staring at the glowing sphere seated on her dresser. The orb hummed and glowed whenever she was around it and frankly, the girl was beginning to become quite mad at its constant attempted communications. She looked down at herself, frowning at her body, once that of a thirteen year old not two days before, now that of an eighteen's. She couldn't understand what was going on but she had noticed a significant lapse in her apparent growth spurt that day which gave her hope that maybe this was normal. Maybe. Maybe not, it didn't really matter, what did matter was that it had happened and it had happened to her. Yretsiem closed her eyes and pouted, her delicate lower lip stuck out unhappily. What would her mother say if she were home right now? She'd probably be taken to the town doctor and be forced to take those horrible nasty concoctions called medicine. Or would she even recognize her? It was impossible to say considering her mother was not coming back anytime soon. She was traveling to Deningrad to visit the First Sister Miranda about some unusual happenings occurring in Furni. After that whole wolf incident the people of the town figured that the strange things would calm down and everything get back, well rather, start to become normal. For Yretsiem, it was anything but normal.
"Yretsiem! Yretsiem!? Are you ok! Where are you!?"
"Father? I-" Yretsiem caught herself, noticing how her voice was somewhat deeper, just as her body was older, her father banged on the door.
"Yretsiem, are you in there?"
Meekly, the girl replied with a "Yes" and pulled a blanket over herself. "Is something the matter father?"
"We need to get out of town right away, grab your cloak and please come out of there!"
"What's going on father? Is something the matter?"
"Yretsiem, there is a man in town who, well, he's hurting the people in the town, we really must leave now!" Her father continued to bang on the door frantically, she knew he was panicking and that there really must be some strange man in town, but what was he doing hurting people?
"M-man? What do you mean!?"
"Please, there is no time for me to explain now- oh dear Soa, Yretsiem, please, run, get away now!"
Stumbling out of her bed and towards her dresser where her cloak lay folded in the top drawer; Yretsiem heard the muffled cry of her father and a thump against the door. She peered out from between long strands of black hair to see the silver blade of a knife or sword stuck through her door with crimson blood running from it's sleek shape. "F-father?" No response, "Father! FATHER!?" Yretsiem held her self back from running at the door and flinging it open, she tried to ignore the fact that her father was most likely dead all because she wouldn't get out of her room quick enough. Grabbing her cloak and throwing it over her shoulders, Yretsiem turned to her window, preparing to climb out if she must. Maybe the man would simply leave, ignore her and move on.
Even with such hope as that, Yretsiem realized the futility of it as the she heard dead weight being picked up and moved, the sound of it dragging across wooden floor caused the girl to become sick to her stomach. The man wasn't leaving; he was coming for her next. As the doorknob was turned at a lazy almost normal pace, was the moment Yretsiem grabbed the translucent orb instinctively, she didn't know why the urge to suddenly grab the sphere had come over her, or why she was silently praying to a being she had no previous knowledge of. Time slowed down, she watched as the door opened and the man, no monster, stepped through, she felt the warmth that flooded over her body and a gray and violet light surrounded her body, blocking her vision, only to fade away and leave her standing tall.
She wore an elaborate set of armor, the metal like pieces the astounding gray color she had ever seen, beautiful, like that of the fluffy storm clouds she saw so often in Mille Seansu. Some parts were literally see-through, a glass like effect spreading through in intricate designs and fluid twists. There were large shoulder guards, pointed at the tips with a glowing, moving, swirling liquid like substance showing through some of the deep cut holes in the hard shell, the liquid was a pale yellow with some orange, reminding her of the rising sun in the early morning hours. The parts that covered her torso were shaped exactly to her own body, following the natural curves and running until it met with her waist where it was left open, exposing a partially covered, with the same yellow like liquid, stomach. There here five parts that covered her flanks, one in the front, two on the sides of her thighs, and another two sprouting from a belt like skirt around her hips. Yretsiem also noted the large yet flowing gloves and boots; they also decorated with the yellow liquid and clear glass along with the gray like metal. What caught her attention most though, was not the skirt or the boots or even the gloves, but the huge wings keeping her just hovering over the wooden floor to her dull room. They were magnificent, eight clear yellow and orange planes like large feather on each of the incredible structures, and moved fluidly, forward, slicing perfectly through the air, and moving backwards, forcing the air to move below and her to rise up.
Yretsiem finally turned to regard the man or monster in front of her and was struck with a blow of pure surprise. The being who stood firmly in front of her now transformed body was wearing a similar type of armor, though his was black with a glowing green substance similar to that of her yellow and orange one. His hair was long and white, though his face was young and smooth, eyes a flashing yellow. "W-who are you!?"
"I was not aware that a dragoon resided in this town. I suppose I shall take my leave."
"Dragoon? Uh, no, wait, what are you doing here!? Why did you kill my father!?"
"That was your father, ah well, I do what I must, and I must keep the balance."
"What are you talking about!?" Yretsiem screamed at the man, throwing her body forcefully at his as two short blades materialized into her awaiting hands. The man moved expertly, blocking her simple attack easily and pushing her harshly into the ground. She barely felt the impact due to her heavy armor, but found it hard to keep her balance in the stuff without her wings enabling her to hover.
"You are obviously new to your gift. If you wish to fight me, so be it, but I suggest waiting until you are actually capable of taking me on…Oh, really…alright then…" the man seemed to talk to himself as his gaze turned inward. "You are in luck girl, I shall let you live, as is the request of my master, he says you are…important, or something of that like. Farewell."
"Hey! You can't just leave me here I-" Yretsiem pulled herself to her feet and ran after the man, stumbling over her fathers body as she exited her room. "Papa, I'm so sorry," Yretsiem felt a tingly sensation as her armor faded away from her body, leaving her in a much too small dress laying limply next to the dead body of her father. "Papa, papa papa papa papa…" she sobbed helplessly, clinging to the cold body and burying her head in the familiar smelling cloak, letting her flowing tears seep into the wooly fabric. She lay there for what seemed an eternity, her tears long since stopped, she was beyond crying.
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A man with short brown hair and black eyes stood outside the ruins of Vellweb. While following the now three targets, he had come across something much more interesting than the winglie who could talk to the great god Soa. Enormous amounts of monsters and creatures were congregating at the mouth of Vellweb, all calling out in response to a hymn being sung, it's beautiful tune flowing from inside the broken stone walls. He had seen a ghost on his way, frantically moving about large towering pillars, she would appear and disappear out of vision, the spectrum murmuring to herself as she kept turning her attention to the crying monsters and a north eastern path. He knew of only one place north east of Vellweb ruins, and that was the Death Frontier, he had heard a strange rumor that perhaps a winglie city still existed beyond that frightening desert but that no man had dared venture across such a forbidden sector of Endiness. It was called the Death Frontier for good reason.
"Perhaps my winglie friend is looking for that city..." the man pondered, "or maybe even, he has gone inside the ruins…they are quite breathtaking." A chuckle rang out from the small cliff overhanging the area where the monsters had gathered. A few of the beings turned to regard him, but their interest was not in the stranger but in the hymn. They ignored him as he walked among their ranks, heading towards the gaping mouth of an entrance. His palms were sticky and sweated as he neared the ruins, anxious to be inside its walls and see the source of the beautiful singing. *It must be beautiful… *
"Luscious! What are you doing!? Get back here!"
The brown haired man stumbled at the sound of his name being called. The hymn died away from his ears to his dismay and he turned to see who had broken the trance. Terain and Rin stood waving frantically at him atop the face of the cliff, it was Rin who had yelled his name, he brown hair undone from it's bun and whipping unrestrained in the wind. Terain was busy surveying the monsters, Luscious didn't need to even look at the man to know that his gray eyes were too busy watching the creatures to even notice much of anything else. It was surprising that the two even spotted him, he, a mere dot within a huge mass of beings, barely seen as human from the distance they were at. Yet, he and Rin and Terain were all connected, maybe it was that bond that allowed them to see him so clearly. Luscious' heart lightened, he should not have let himself be so entranced by the song, he should have known better that to wander off to Vellweb's ruins let alone through so many savage creatures.
Luscious jogged back up the cliff, the path managed with its gentle slopes and turns, obviously being a road at one point in time. "Do you both hear that song? The woman singing?"
"Yes, we do, try to ignore it Luscious, it brings no good to those it does not wish to summon."
"Terain, you know who is singing?"
"What, would be more appropriate, and I have my suspicions, though none are as valid as I'd like them to be."
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Ever since he and the others had left eyeshot of Vellweb, Lloyd had been afflicted with an enormous sense of dread and an upset stomach. Breakfast refused to stay where put and lunch caused him to run off heaving to a nearby rock, Meru had suggested food poisoning, but the fact that neither she nor Albert had felt queasy proved otherwise. The three were approximately half way through the Death Frontier, the swirling pools of quicksand more troublesome as they reached father out into the hot, once creature infested land. The previously dangerous sands, though, were now merely shadows of their former selves, no monsters attacking at all as once rumored that one could not move more than a few steps without encountering one. He was not that surprised over the monsters, considering how many were massing at Vellweb, and it made his journey easier.
Actually, the whole ordeal had become significantly less stressful once Albert agreed to come along for a bit. The king kept Meru from constantly prying into in own thoughts and affairs, not that he had anything to hide, but still, it was a great relief to be able to relax somewhat. The man was also intelligent, not saying that Meru was not, but she had a lighter outlook on life and while clever and possessed common sense, to have a conversation about say, politics, would go nowhere with the younger winglie.
"Lloyd, do you feel any better?" Meru bent down with his water skin in her hand, offering it to him with a slight pause.
"A little, I hope this doesn't last…"
"Well, we'll be at Charlie's' in no time, so I'm sure she'll know what to do, probably just some obscure Winglie illness."
"Perhaps, but I doubt it, as I do everything now."
"No matter what it is, we still need to get out of this place by dark, those monsters may migrate back, and it will be impossible to find out way through this place with no light, we'll fall into an underground pit before we'd know better," Albert pulled Lloyd up by the arm and whistled for Narneel. The three had tried to keep from staying on the runners in the hot desert to keep them from becoming over heated, but it took more energy than it was worth for Lloyd to walk and not loose his food. The runner complied happily, realizing that his companion needed help, and was glad to give it to him in whatever way.
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"Miss Charlie, excuse me, but I think you should come and see this, they're here early!" Mint ran gasping into Charlie Frahma's room; hands on knees as she bent over in attempt to catch her breath.
"I know Mint, I'll be there in a moment to open the portal."
"Un, no, something is the matter with one of them, Meru is having a fit outside!"
"Oh dear Soa, they've stopped at Vellweb…" Charlie moaned and bounded out of the room and ran as fast as she could to the transporter, placing her hand on a small keypad and watching anxiously as six forms faded into view in front of her. Meru seemed slightly surprised but flustered, still jumping up and down frantically. Lloyd was leaning heavily against the young king, eyes closed and breathing shallowly, Albert, who was trying to get around Meru.
"Charlie! Charlie! Lloyd's dying or something! He's all –bleh- the entire time here and nearly passed out down at the portal!"
"He's not dying Meru, it's alright!"
"But what's the matter with him!" Meru shouted and pointed at a sagging Lloyd, "That's not normal!!"
Charlie Frahma pushed past a still shouting Meru and placed a motherly hand on the other Winglies forehead, "It is just a fever, a normal fever, he will recover with some rest. Did you stop or go through Vellweb?"
"Yeah, we went around it, why?"
"It's confusing and I will explain later, but just know that if you'd have gone through Vellweb, Lloyd would have been alot worse then a fever."
"B-but, I don't get it!"
A faint smile crossed Charlie's features as she placed a tender hand on Meru's shoulder, big deep pink eyes staring helplessly at the ancient Winglie as a child does her mother. "Later, I promise? But right now we should get Lloyd to a bed, alright? I'm sure you all are hungry also, come on."
Three other winglies ran over to the transporter and took the reigns to the runners, apparently leading them to a stable somewhere in the city. Ulara was huge for the few people who lived there; it's gold and blue shining walls and towers glinting in the strong clear sunlight. The weather was constantly pleasant, and the sky always cloudless, the light spring like weather a relief to the extreme heat of the Death Frontier and cold of Mille Sansei. Charlie Frahma led the guests through the city, past the tall organic shaped spirals of towers and small gardens. Once they reached the main building which could be considered the palace, the ancient winglie directed Mint to take Lloyd, who was muttering half consciously about a sword, to one of the bedrooms and get him to go to sleep while she took Meru and Albert onto one of the balconies on the third level.
"So, what's going on Charlie?" Meru stood, hands on hips slightly peeved at having information with held from her. Albert calmly leaned against the rail and watched Charlie intently, he just as curious as Meru.
"Should we not wait for Lloyd to awaken? This is important after all and it involves him greatly…"
"Oh come on already! For like four months I've been riding around with that insane 'lets find my sword' driven idiot and I'd like to know just what for! Lloyd already knows that something is going on, and Albert and I just nod our heads and go on no matter!"
"I'm sorry Meru, I assume that you had a choice to go with him."
"Yeah, I did, and I'm glad I did also, but I'd like to know if it is possible if this journey has a point to it!" Meru stamped her feet, face flushed and glared heatedly at Charlie. Albert continued to act calm, smiling slightly at Meru's outburst.
"Please, I'll tell you then Meru, but please calm down," the younger winglie complied with her request, settling back onto the rail like Albert. "I don't know much, barely anything actually, but I do know that I'm supposed to act as a sort of guide for Lloyd. I need to direct him in some things, by giving him information, as I am you two. Vellweb has turned into a central point of moon energy. It seems that after you and Dart defeated Melbu Frahma, the moon lost its powers to summon the God of Destruction."
"Yeah, because we killed the Melbu, he was the God of Destruction," Meru pointed out.
"Un, not quite, see, Melbu never fully received the powers of the god, he stole them, but he was not capable of containing them all. Melbu was clever, but not a fool, he knew that if he were to take the entire amount unto himself, he would not be able to control it and ultimately kill himself, which he didn't want. Thus, when he died, since the moon that never set was the main central point for the 'dark' energy, or 'moon' energy and it was used and then destroyed, the power was transferred to other central points on Endiness. Power is never lost, just like when you use a spell Meru, you use some of your magical energy but that energy is then absorbed by some other magical entity, there is a never ending cycle of renewal."
"But what about the Winglies? We're magical but we've lost so much of out 'power' over the ages, what happened to all of that?"
"That power is still inside you Meru, but winglie blood has run thin with inbreeding and time, we've lost the ability to use that magical power, you are not able to contain it just as Melbu was not capable of containing all of the destruction powers."
"And Lloyd is different his spells are the strongest I've ever seen," Albert chose that moment to enter the conversation, tilting his head in an inquiring motion.
"Yes, Lloyd's blood is still strong, his ancestors came from here, Ulara, and other winglie cities, they were some how able to not inbreed and trained their children as they were back in the days we prospered. That is off the topic though, what is happening is that all that moon energy was sent to Vellweb, the closest and strongest central point on Endiness. That is why all the monsters are gathering there, they are attracted to the energy."
"But, if the power was transferred and still exists, then that means that we never destroyed the god of destruction."
"Exactly, and it was never reborn either, which means that destruction of the world is still a threat, though not so much as before, not nearly actually."
"I don't get it…what about Shana?"
"It is confusing, I know, I'm trying my best to explain. Shana was the moonchild, meant to bring the moon to earth but a physical entity had to release the God. That physical entity was Melbu, who instead absorbed the power, the god was never released and it now exists in the Vellweb ruins, wiating for someone to come and release it."
"What! So anyone can just come and release the God! We could all be dead!"
"No, not just anyone. It is very hard to do so if Soa did not choose you. And the god will not immediately destroy Endiness, first it will pass judgment upon the world and if it seems fir for everything to be reborn, then it will. There is also a catch to this happening. Who ever releases the god will be a guide to it in the world, and the god is mortal, more powerful than anything you've ever known, but mortal."
"Wait, but, if Soa chooses who should release the god, does that mean that Lloyd…" Meru's eyes went glassy and her face turned as pale as a sheet.
"Yes, Lloyd is supposed to release the god, that is why he fell ill once he left Vellweb, he's being called to that place and he did not fulfill what he needed to when there."
"But we were only supposed to find his sword," Meru's voice was weak and she slumped to the floor. "Not release a god…"