Siva (Volume 5) The Eyes of Origins

Chapter 55: A Daunting Task

Janus' voice rang like a call of the heavens. It traveled in the wind towards an unknown place until finally reaching the ear of the owner of the name and finally responding.

TAK... TAK....

Sounds like that of bones crackling from movement rung in the entire temple, the knight statue that stood atop the pedestal in the altar... began to move!

TAK! TAK! TAK! TAK~~!!

At first it was one or two sounds of crackling sounds but sooner, with every second that passed, the crackling sounds increased.

Before, it was just a dark blue and dull-looking statue but as soon as the sounds of movement echoed, changes began to occur.

The first change happened on its eyes.

Underneath the hollow of the helmet, blue gas-like eyes lit up like lamps in a very dark cave.

There were no irises but there was a deep and profound essence of life greater than that of a mortal's, a quintessence unique only to sacred existences... the kind that could ignite reverence to any weak heart that would see.

And along with the revealing of these eyes were ethereal lights descending from the ceiling, or, better yet, from a firmament beyond the neither here nor there of the jaded walls and ceiling.

These lights formed and fluctuated, falling down the dilapidated inconspicuous details of his armor and body. These details formed runes that then seeped through the skin as the sound continues to ram every joint of his rock body.

"Great... Creator..." a male's godly voice boomed on the entire hall of the temple, shaking the walls and the ceiling, the fires fluttering and threatened to dim.

The statue's armors now had golden details and although it was still blue, the coldness of the rock had long vanished and what the statue now wore is real and authentic god armor, complete with many living runes and symbols that radiated a suppressing might just with the sight alone.

With a humming sound, the statue moved and took a step. In just one leap, it landed in front of Janus and knelt like an obedient subject.

If anyone, including Gabriel, would see this, he would be shocked beyond repair to see a God actually kneeling in front of the old man.

"My deepest honor to have been called by you, Great Creator!" Said the knight called Alexander, the booming solid voice was obviously delighted as it spoke. "It's been so long since I have been in these lands, Great Creator. I was unfamiliar with the scenery I now see before me. And you, Great Creator... why do I feel that your essence have somewhat diminished? Your current form... is filled with the thick aura of mortality. Had the devils managed to hurt you too? Had the war been lost? I-I feel lost, oh Great Creator, my memories before being sealed to sleep have yet to come back to me."

The God Knight was obviously furious of the fact that he can't feel the Great Creator's godly presence. Alexander's reference to a war long past caused Janus to recall certain memories that ultimately softened his expressions and made him utter a sigh. Janus, to the Chaos Gods and God Knights of the lowest ranks, is an existence akin to their own parents.

Only the traitorous and sinister Devil-kin would actually hurt the Great Creator. To them, he is akin to a sword hanging by a hair above their heads.

"Such audacity!" Alexander's voice boomed in fury. "Desecration to the divinity of the immortal race...! This act... to have even dared to have the thought to attack the Great Creator is worthy of the heaviest punishment of the heavens! They have to face complete annihilation!"