[Host is entering another realm]
[Warning!! Violence is not allowed.]
[Karma points will be taken automatically through entry]
[Karma: -5]
'hmmm… they increased the price,' he thought in a bit of irritation.
But he didn't blame them. It may have looked like they were just walking through the gates, but more was happening in the background. In the past, it wasn't so easy to reach here. Before , Crossing realms without authorization would normally trigger divine sanctions.
But time kept advancing, tools kept advancing, and slowly but surely, even a simple man like Peter could enter here. That was the genius of the two dwarves who made travel through realms easier than ever before.
All of them walked inside the market, which looked like it was under a dark night, with temple-like houses all over the place, making the vibe more ancient. Peter and Khorn looked around as much had changed, but not Aron. His eyes saw something in the corner. Golden flickering hair.
'Adam?' he thought. 'No, that's not him,' he thought. That looked like him, felt like him, and even smelled like him, but it wasn't him. He knew it better than anybody. Then who was it?
'hmmm...You wanted my attention?' he thought, his golden eyes glowing a bit. ' oh you got it, and also the consequences,' he thought, a spark of rage burning out.
"I will be back shortly, take care of Peter." He muttered to Khorn.
Khorn turned to him, but before she could say anything, he was already gone. "My lord?" She checked around, but not a single trace.
She quickly paced around, her amber eyes searching everywhere. "My lord?!" She called again, taking some of the people's attention, but no answer.
She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Peter, his blue eyes looking at her a bit worried. "Lady Khorn, he will come back, I think." He beckoned. But his call seemed like it didn't enter her ears.
"Lady Khorn." He called, shaking her shoulder.
She finally looked back, her confident eyes breaking a bit. Peter didn't know she could ever make such a face. "Everything's oka—?"
"Everything's alright!" She interjected as she grabbed her own shaking hand, her eyes still searching for Aron.
Peter didn't let it go unnoticed. He saw her shaking eyes and those shaking arms. It didn't need a genius to put two and two together.
'Even the great Lady Khorn has abandonment issues, I guess,' he thought.
"Lady Khorn, why don't we head first to the store? Don't forget, we need to stock up a lot." He mentioned trying to change the topic.
She looked back for the final time. "Yeah…yeah, he will come back. We should stock up until then." She replied as she controlled her breathing.
They walked around through so many people that there was hardly any space, with Peter getting squashed behind while nobody dared to even touch Khorn, many backing away upon seeing her unique red hair. She stopped, seeing familiar hunters wearing the same clothing as the ones on the train.
Peter quickly took out his knife, but Khorn stopped him with haste. "Don't, you idiot!" She ordered. "This is a no-fight zone. Even gods don't fight here," she commented.
"But what if–"
"No what-ifs. Don't worry, they can't touch us, we can't touch them." She muttered to him. Peter nodded as they walked forward, but the more they went deeper, stranger things started to happen. Peter had ignored some people who seemed to have horns pointing out. But now, he couldn't, as he saw a whole half-animal, half-human-like species walking everywhere.
Khorn gazed at Peter's disgusted look. "They are also human, Peter. I wish you didn't look at them that way," she voiced, ever so honestly.
"...What? Them, humans?" he muttered.
"Yes, the only difference between them and you is just that they made the wrong enemy at the wrong time. Jealousy and hate from the gods doesn't just lead humans to death, Peter. Sometimes they like to get creative."
Peter's eyes opened wide as his footsteps stopped then and there. "...Cursed, they are cursed by the gods?" He questioned.
"Bingo." She simply said as they reached their destination, the sign bearing a glowing golden light.
Herald's Covenant
Peter's eyes glowed with the reflection of the lights painting in. Not in joy, but a little bit in disappointment. He had heard wonders of this place. 'Even Lady Uriel told me, the best of the best weapons. Even her gauntlets were made here,' he thought.
Khorn just walked to the simple, ragged-looking door, knocking twice and then thrice, like a code of her own. The peephole slid open, two golden old eyes gazing at Khorn.
"Oh, it isn't Lady Khorn herself," the old man muttered begrudgingly. "Finally came to take your drunken brother?" He asked.
"That also, but need to fill our stock first." She mentioned.
"Indeed, indeed. The Fire of Aron. Always busy. So busy she had to ignore all her Herald brothers." He muttered as the clank of the lock opened, the door slowly opening.
Khorn turned to Peter, nodding at him to follow her as they entered. When both of them entered, what awaited them was not a shabby store, not a small compact space, as shown from the outside. But….
"Woooow," Peter muttered, seeing a whole new place, much, much different from the outside.
While they were busy inside the shop, Aron was still following the man with the golden hair. He wanted to use his speed, but he would crush the humans in between. That alone was saving the shapeshifter from instant death. But eventually he saw him slow down, entering a shop nearby.
He increased his pace, pushing the people nearby. It was a bar that the man had entered, and it was no normal bar. The sign literally read: God's Den.
'Oh, so it was a trap,' he thought, but he didn't care. He grabbed the knob and was ready to enter the bar when—
[⚠️WARNING⚠️]
[Vessels with an incredible amount of Divinity detected]
[Warning, fighting is absolutely not recommended with regards to the host's Karma.]
Aron smiled, seeing his usual blue screen glowing red, which meant only one thing and one thing only: absolute danger. He squeezed the knob, and without hesitation entered the bar right away.
His nostrils flared the moment he entered, the raw stench of divinity arousing his nose to sickness. His golden eyes glowed as he saw them all, four figures, no, four vessels to be more accurate. He walked to the lady nearby, the same woman who was acting as a receptionist in the hotel.
"Freya…" he muttered.
She smiled, her eyes glowing green. "Hmmmm, you knew all along..." she replied, taking a sip of her wine.
Aron turned to the tall man standing beside the window. He had long hair with braids, wearing a normal dark jacket and tight jeans. "Tyr."
"…I heard only rumours, but it was all true," the man growled, his brown eyes dead set on Aron.
Aron walked to the half-naked man, trying to lick the last of the beer in his hands. "Baldr," he said.
"Leave me alone, immortal. I'm only here for my drink," he muttered as he licked the last drop of his drink.
Aron didn't care much, as he kept walking towards the man who had the golden hair and golden eyes and a face similar to his brother, Adam.
"...And last but not least….Loki," he said.
The golden-haired man smiled wickedly, grinning like never before. His hands clapped together as his form changed, ever so slowly, his hair turning long and dark, his face turning pale with his eyes glowing green.
Clap!
Clap!
Clap!
"Bravo, you saw through our vessels. Bra…..vo," Loki voiced. "Come on, immortal, have a seat. We have….so much to discuss."
Aron saw the seat opposite him and sat back with carefree ease. "I didn't come here to discuss," he simply proclaimed. "I came here to warn you. Warn you all."
"....."
There was silence for a few seconds. All four of them surging with divinity. So much so, Aron's system was popping red notifications in front of him.
Loki slouched forward, his smile disappearing. "And that would be?"
Aron also slouched forward, his golden eyes meeting his evergreen ones. "Leave me alone or…DIE."