Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 62: Death is not the End [2]

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The Shadow of The Sovereign wafted past the myriad terrains of the Wildlands. None could witness its presence. They were too weak for that. The only ones who managed to sense the existence of The Shadow were its Generals. In a barren land, devoid of life and abundant with frost, a great tower stood unwavering in the life-thieving winds. It looked as if it were made out of bones. Humongous bones. Atop the tower, a large polar bear-like creature sat, scratching its head with one of its human arms, while its bear paw rested on its abdomen. "Man, it's so hard to create frost authorities these days! Looks like I'm getting old," the bear lamented. "Something like you doesn't deserve the authority to say that!" Another voice sounded from behind the bear's head. "Well then, what's your solution to this problem?" the bear snorted, challenging the voice. "You're a Demi-God! Just create a paradox!" The voice responded, prompting the bear to argue further. Before it could continue, the bear stopped and looked up at the sky. "Did you hear that?" it questioned. The voice was silent for a few moments before it answered. "Yeah." As the 'sound' grew more distant, the bear resumed its argument. This was just one of several scenes that played out as The Shadow of The Sovereign traversed the Wildlands. Soon, The Shadow of The Sovereign arrived before a castle. The entire structure was composed of chains and nothing else. The chains were in a constant state of motion, making the castle appear as though it were rotating. Yet The Shadow of The Sovereign paid no heed to the castle itself, instead heading for a hut that was attached to one of its walls. The hut seemed to have been made of dirt, with black and red worms sprouting and burrowing into the soil. The Shadow of The Sovereign swiftly entered the hut. There wasn't much inside—just a skeleton. The skeleton was incredibly tall, the size of two average men. The bones were peculiar, with dots of gold embedded within. "Wake up," The Shadow commanded as the hut began to shake. "You still show arrogance? A slave like you dares?" There was no anger or annoyance in the tone of The Shadow. The shaking ceased as a sigh echoed through the hut. The skeleton trembled as light returned to its eye sockets, and its body began to reform. First the nerves. Then the blood vessels. Muscles. And at last, the flesh. Now a tall and emaciated man sat before The Shadow. Fluffs of white hair covered the man's entire face, leaving only his eyes visible. "And we meet again, ██████," the man spoke, his smile barely resembling one. The Shadow didn't respond and instead tossed something to him. The man's faint smile quickly vanished as he examined the object. "Reconstruct the Core," The Shadow ordered. The man's expression grew grim as he stared at the shards. "You know, in my current state, I'm incapable of recreating someone who has ceased to Exist... right?" The man, despite knowing The Shadow's near-omniscience, asked anyway. "You don't need to recreate the original Existence. Just an entity whose Existence is thinly connected to the original," The Shadow clarified. "Well, that can be done more easily." "I want it done within a thousand clicks," The Shadow commanded. The man nodded blankly, then asked, "Why?" The Shadow gazed at him. "It knew the name," it answered. The man's eyes widened in shock. "We shall meet again, then, Fallen King," The Shadow spoke mockingly before vanishing, seemingly fusing back into the world from which it had been cut. Resentment filled the man's eyes as he heard The Shadow mention that title. But beneath the resentment lay sadness and regret. He could never forget the faces of the Eastern Confederation's members, filled with spite as they looked upon their Lord for the last time. He would forever be haunted by the image of Mystra being torn apart. And by the corpses that littered the ground after he had committed that genocide on all below Divinity. In the trillions of clicks that had passed