Tarthocas: Chronicles of the Transmigrating Scribe Chapter 55: Exile [2]

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"Do you think it was the correct move?" one of the Council members asked the one who had suggested the second proposition for Wilford's punishment. "To me, it was the right move, Rathanor. We must see if he has any other talents that may benefit us. Who knows what changes in potential this 'one' might have. If he proves useless, there's no real loss," the Council member responded. "Hah, that's true. No wonder you are favored by Kuao. It won't be long before you reach Sapphire Sky, right?" "A few more centuries, that's all," the member replied, shifting his focus elsewhere. "Edmond Fowl, eh? Amaidine, can you summon that boy here?" the member asked, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wilford gasped for air, his chest heaving as the terror of the Council's overwhelming presence finally receded. Composed entirely of Quasi-Deities, their mere existence exuded a horrifying power, one that had nearly suffocated him in their grand hall. "And those sparks…" Wilford thought, his mind racing. By the way the Council had referred to them, he grasped that those sparks were extensions of the Deities of Paradise. A faint connection, yet enough for Wilford to realize something crucial. "If those sparks are still here, it means the Deities are still alive," he mused, but quickly dismissed the revelation as irrelevant to his current predicament. His focus shifted instead to his punishment. "Revocation of authority, achievements, and wealth. Eh, they're not that important right now," Wilford reasoned with surprising calm. His primary goal had always been the creation of a suitable progression method. As long as that remained undisturbed, he could accept whatever else was taken from him. Would the loss of resources impact the development of the method? Perhaps. But Wilford had barely begun to analyze the existing system, and the early stages required more theory than material wealth. "Akkaris is a good place," he thought to himself, recalling the details of the border town. Situated at a weak point in the barrier separating Paradise from the Wildlands, it was frequently the site of incursions. This constant threat had turned Akkaris into a near ghost town, with only a handful of guards left behind to serve as its sole inhabitants. "A barren place sounds… quite nice," Wilford considered, The isolation would afford him the peace necessary to think, strategize, and ultimately, create the progression method he needed. A little serenity in a forsaken town might just be what he required. Suddenly, Wilford felt a firm pat on his back. "Who?" His thoughts scrambled as he spun around, only to be met with a scarred face and a broad grin. "So you're WilfordDarrow, right? Welcome to Akkaris!" the man greeted him with unexpected cheerfulness. "What?" Wilford blinked in surprise. It only took a moment for him to realize that the Council had already sent him to Akkaris. "Well, that is incredibly fast!" He had to admit the efficiency of their actions. "How do you know my name?" Wilford asked, hoping to glean more information about the man and how he knew about him. After all, he had just been sentenced moments ago. "Oh, a Kanaan came and told me a minute ago," the man replied casually. His tone seemed truthful enough, and Wilford nodded, accepting the explanation. "Of course. The Council doesn't waste time," Wilford thought to himself, though part of him couldn't shake the unease from how quickly everything was unfolding. "So, let me give you a proper introduction to this town!" The scarred man announced, his voice full of energy. "Akkaris is a relatively small place—only four houses and two shops. One shop is for general supplies you might need, and the other... well, it sells specialized items. You'll figure that out eventually, maybe," he added, pausing awkwardly before continuing. "The four houses belong to the current residents of A