Chapter 318: Elsa Viola - Abyssel Dew
Chapter 318: Elsa Viola – Abyssel Dew
“Is it done?” He asked.
Not daring to look upon his throne, I nodded, “Yes, my lord, It has been done. However, many things have happened.”
“I already know about thor, or did you forget I was there? Are the Aesirs finally looking for peace?” Arsene inquired lazily, resting upon his throne.
“A little, Tyr has divided the Aesirs, but I am not sure about the Vanir Clan. Olivia said that they are also in chaos, but nothing is certain since we have not heard from Freya. How would you like us to proceed?”
“Do nothing, let them come to us. Thor being gravely injured is quite a blow to the Aesir’s, but in the end, it means nothing if Asgard is still challenging me. Have Sif return to Asgard and work with Tyr; I am sure that will be a lovely surprise to both sides.”
Bitting my lips, I shivered, recalling the state of Sif… It had only been six months since she started, but it was like she was a different person. The mighty warrior I read in the reports was nothing more than a broken dumpster that wished for nothing more than death.
I was sure her love for thor had vanished after it finally hit her what she was doing, but by then, it was too late. The wish had turned into a nightmare that plagued her soul to this day.
“I am not sure she is in the right state of mind, “
“Irrelevant,” He said, resting his bleeding eyes, “Send her it will entice thor to do something foolish and will quell many on his side once they see her state. Even if not, it will serve as a warning. “
“Don’t you think this is going too far? Why can we not just focus on finding Master? She could be in pain, or worse! We need to head to the Isle of Yu’drool now!”
Pulling out a handkerchief, Arsene slowly wiped the blackened tears. Opening his dark glowing eyes that seemed to draw the souls of everyone in, he did not grow angry nor smile as he used to.
“I did not know you were so adept in leading. Who would have thought? It will seem Victoria is a good leader while you are a monstrous commander. I have a mission for you.”
“NO, WE WANT OUR MASTER!!! NOW!”
“Your mission,” Arsene aloofly said, “is to create a potent life force liquid. Something like the Primordial Essence of Yggdrasil using abyssal energy as a base.”
Shaking my eyes widen as I felt my heart skip a few beats, “What has happened to master? Abyssal energy is only usable on three beings: you, Master, and her servants.
Eyeing me sternly for but a second, Arsene vanished, not even bothering to reply. Screaming out in rage, the entire throne room was swallowed in a frigid storm. I hate him! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Wiping my eyes, I bit my lips, praying to any type of god who could help. I had hated Master for the longest; she had killed everyone. Leaving nothing but ash behind. I’d even tried to kill her once, maybe twice or trice, but she simply smiled within the abyssal castle.
“Arsene will kill you if he finds out,” She would say, flicking my head as though I was a child.
I don’t know if I could forgive her for killing my friends, and family but I love her. She showed me a new world within that Pale Gate, showed me things I could not even begin to understand. I saw worlds beginning to form, realms ending, and gods perishing.
“He is our master till she returns,” Falis said, stepping out of the shadows. Crossing his arms, he gave them a rug, feeling the frigid air. “It’s probably for Master; we must follow his command.”
Glancing at the young boy, who had grown considerably, I nodded, “I know, but it still stings he acts as such.”
“I know. I thought he definitely would have cut off your arm like before.” Falis mocked, forcing me to recall when I defiantly spoke back to Arsene a few years ago.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed, dismissing the frost from around the throne, “He knows something, but he is not saying anything. Anyway, what are you doing here?”
“To help, of course, Victoria and pinky are busy leading the troops into war, and I got bored killing. So I came back.” He lightly said, trying to act all innocent.
“Your lying!” I coldly said, knocking him upon the head.
Tearing up a bit, Falis glared, “Fine! A faceless said he has found Arsene’s uncle. But none of them can connect to the shadow realm like he can, so they have no way of returning. Arsene needs to go pick them up. “
“Greyson Snow, that bastard is returning.” I muttered, “Having two soul benders will be of great help, but do you think Arsene will turn him into a demon or devil?”
“I would, and he is not truly human anyway. Didn’t he have some demon blood in him?”
Releasing a heavy sigh, I frowned, “Go gather for me a large cauldron, and have Anya and Mare where they are enforcing it and see if you can find any recipe for primordial dew or something that grants life essence. I will tell Arsene.”
“Yes, ma’am, ” Falis reluctantly said, vanishing.
SMiling at the little kid… he is a teenager now, isn’t he? Shaking my head, the rune of teleportation activated, sending me straight to Arsene within his chambers.
Turning his head, my eyes widen in surprise at Freya speaking with him, “Am I interrupting something?” I hastily asked.
“I do have a door,” said Arsene, scrunching his brow, “Next time, knock. Now, what is it?”
“Grey has been found,” I said, but the look of joy never arrived upon his face. This was getting a little weird, “I thought you might have been a little happier. Why so indifferent?”
Returning his gaze to Freya, she continued, “They have been planning this for a while. You are quite lucky; you came back to your senses at the right time. My brother is on his way with an army of gods, alongside the giants.”
“Head back, and kill Njörd. Sever his head, where ever it needs to happen, and bring it to the battlefield. It’s time for you to take the throne.”
“And what of Argo? Last time he was there to stop Tyr from killing Thor? He is up to something, and It scares me.” Freya dreadfully said.
“Ignore him; if he shows up and stops you, you leave; if not, kill Njörd.”