Charmed [✔]

29.1 ▌God's Fate

ARICSON SPRUNG to his feet when a fairy glided into the room. He and the Prima had been waiting on the palace clinic's lounge since Elise fainted in his arms.

"Is Elise alright?" he asked. "The one with black and pink hair."

"Among the four, she is in the most critical condition, my lord. However, that's only because she's a mundane, and her body is still adapting to the purity of Faerilyn," the woman explained.

"I should bring her back to Humana," he muttered.

"It is no use, dear. The fight is still ongoing. Taking her there will only be a burden. Let our fairies do their work," his grandmother said.

"But..."

"Enough and just set your worries aside," she stated and pulled him back to the couch.

Aricson jittered in his seat when something dawned on him.

"Grandmother..." his voice trailed, trying to form the words in his head that would not ignite his grandmother's ire.

He had already summarized how he met Elise and told her she might be a Harbinger. Not only that, all possible Harbingers were sent here yet the Prima acted like she was aware this would happen.

"What is it this time?" she queried after his moment of hesitation.

He glanced at the Healer who understood and took her to leave. Though she was a trusted aid of his grandmother and was fully aware that she was treating all the Harbingers, some things were meant to be private.

He cleared his throat after they were alone. "Don't you despise Harbingers, Grandmother?"

"My..." Her eyebrow curved upwards. "Who said so?"

"Everybody? Didn't you forbid anyone to mention anything about the Harbinger?"

"Nonsense. It is not for me. It is my compensation for a mistake I made decades ago. Anyhow, you have confirmed that she's alright so go get yourself treated too. Take a shower as well. You smell awful, my dear."

"It's—"

A shadow of a man appeared in the middle of the lounge. The Regis was clutching his chest, kneeling on his right knee. Blood splattered in his mouth before he could talk.

"Regis!"

The Prima quickly hovered towards the Regis. An array of sallow spirits was summoned in her hands. The light spirits floated and exuded warmth and brightness. Aricson simply stood there, watching the two being enveloped by the glowing orb.

A subtle frown made way on his face. His grandmother was not a Healer but the number of spirits she was giving the Regis was immeasurable that the white light could be visible to a mundane's naked eye.

It was almost as if the Regis was fading. When his breathing steadied, the Regis was transferred to the couch by his grandmother's magic. His eyelids peered open and those viridescent irises from before had become amethysts.

He stilled upon recalling a previous incident. He was not deaf and heard words spoken between the Regis and the God of Destruction. That was a language he was not familiar with but that kind of intonation was something he only heard from his grandmother. 

'And the Regis's eyes...' His attention may be with Elise in the cave but he had caught a glimpse when the Regis's irises changed into another color. Aricson was not certain about his conclusion but he knew no creature could change its eye colors.

But then again, he had no inkling about any features of the gods. They said that the Ruin of Elith was the greatest calamity and destroyed almost all of Elith. It left every piece of history in tatters with no collection of Elitiya, the Language of the Gods, and the gods, themselves, along with the missing sacred artifacts that no one would ever know what they look like.