Second World Novel

Eoranth fell weakly to the ground. Black tendrils continued to spread all over his body from the wound where the black spear had pierced. The Hydrurond soldiers in the distance couldn’t believe the being they all looked up to was brought down with just a single attack.

The Primordial Hydra walked with large steps toward Eoranth. Its five heads growled as they prepared to tear this so-called lord of the dragons to pieces.

A wall of green light blocked the hydra’s way when it was about to strike.

Another green light fell upon Eoranth. The fear that gripped his mind and heart was expelled. He felt at peace. The black tendrils that were spreading on his body stopped, they then slowly receded.

An aurora of green light spread upon the sky, washing over the Themisphere and Hydrurond soldiers. Their HP was fully recovered. Normally, it was very rare for a native to get their HP fully recovered in one go. The two known methods had been Peniel’s heals and the Grace of Tranquility Potion.𝚗𝑶𝓋𝑒𝐥𝑛𝖾xt.𝕔𝑂𝑀

Even Priest’s Full Heal spell which completely healed players’ HP, worked differently when cast on a native. The native who received the full heal spell would only receive HP the amount of the caster’s full HP. As for natives, this Full Heal spell was inaccessible to them.

As for the full healing potion produced by guilds. If a native used this potion, they would recover 100,000 HP instead of a complete recovery.

Thus, this incident where all the Themisphere and Hyrdurond soldiers had their HP fully recovered was nothing sort of a miracle.

Fear, who was still floating in the sky, turned to the one responsible for this miracle. Serenity was there.

Fear smiled. “I thought you, good ones, value balance? I only wound Eoranth, why also healed the soldiers?”

“You started it first. Take it as a punishment,” Serenity answered. “I will do more if your cult interferes further.”

“Hehe,” Fear chuckled. “Is it only you? Where are the others?”

“Are you expecting us?” The sky opened with a boom and Hope floated down with a ray of white light. Next to him were two other divine beings, the God of Pride and the Goddess of Love.

Pride was covered in armor but he also wore a long flowing robe on top of the armor. His helmet covered most of his head. The small part of his face that was not covered by the helmet was a void. No one could see his face behind that helmet or his expression.

Love’s beauty was equal to Serenity, if not more. She radiated an aura that made everyone who saw her develop affection. She wore a red dress and was covered with intricate jewelry. This jewelry sort of appeared to be her armor in a way.

Fear snickered. “You always like to make an entrance,” he mocked.

“You seem to be doing this deliberately. You know we will come. What is your intention?” Hope asked. His voice boomed in displeasure.

“Just want to talk,” Fear answered.

“You could have asked for an audience in a different way,” Hope said. Fear just smiled for a response.

“What do you wish to talk about?” Hope asked.

“Let go a distance away. We will scare the mortals if we talk here.”

Fear turned around and was about to leave, but Serenity called, “Wait!”

Fear looked back and Serenity asked, “Will your cult behave themselves?”

“Only if he stays out of the battle,” Fear pointed to Eoranth. “He is no longer their country guardian.”

“I only appear because your hydra shows up,” Eoranth talked back. His wound was almost fully healed now with Serenity’s help, but the lingering fear was still there. This fear drew his anger instead. He looked at Fear in defiance.

“They will stay back… for now,” Fear said. With that, he turned again and flew into the sky.

The other Gods and Goddesses followed him.

The Hydra and the cultists stood still as their God had commanded. Eoranth stood guard and watched them.

Master came before Strah and said, “I will rejoin the battle. You, people, pay attention to the sign.”

“What sign?” Arlstraxx, who stood beside Strah, asked. His displeased tone was hard to miss. He was not happy that Master talked to them as if he was their superior.

Master looked at the sky where the Gods and Goddesses had flown to and said, “You will know when it is time.”

*

Up there in the clouds. The divine beings were having communion. But rather than a communion, it was more like an interrogation since Fear was alone. Yet, Fear didn’t appear intimidated.

Hope acted as the head interrogator. “Fear, we can see your cultists involving themselves with the matters of mortals and outworlders for quite some time now. You have been tripping close to the line all this time, but you truly have crossed it this time. What is your intention?”

“I am simply wondering, why do we have to keep this balance bullshit? We are the ultimate beings. We should be able to do whatever we please.”

“This bullshit you called is rules given by our creator. We must abide by them,” Hope uttered.

Fear chuckled. “Creator… And where is this creator? Why should we abide by these so-called creator’s rules that have no hold over us? I say, let’s forget all those rules. We make our own rules.”

“This is blasphemy! You are testing my patience, Fear. Is your intention only to anger me? If so, you are doing a banging job at it. I would hate to have another God disappearing from this world. But if you intend on continuing this transgression, I will erase you!” Hope threatened.

Fear simply smiled at the threat.

“If you hope to ambush us, then you can forget it,” Hope turned to one side and said. “Come out of hiding, Wrath! I know you are there.”

The Goddess of Wrath showed herself. She then stood beside Fear.

“Where is Greed, is he here as well?” Serenity asked.

“Unfortunately, he had turned into a chicken-shit,” Wrath answered. “Never mind him.”

“This is strange. I can’t remember when we ever have a confrontation like this,” Love said. “Do you two truly want to oppose us? There are only the two of you and four of us. Even Hope alone can take out you two. Why are you doing this?”

“Because, my Love. This time, we have a chance of winning,” Fear said.

Hope narrowed his eyes menacingly. “A chance of winning? Absurd! Do you truly want a fight?”

“Hehe. Now!” Fear Exclaimed.

Hope was bracing for whatever assault Fear and Wrath are preparing to throw at him. A thick wall of white light surrounded the two. Hope was confident that whatever Fear and Wrath were attempting, they won’t break through this confinement he had erected.

But he then felt a strong impact from behind. The impact caused Hope to stumble forward. He had time to glance back and saw that his attacker was Pride.