Chapter 132: Winds Embrace

he platinum window flickered into existence in front of Ishiki’s eyes.

His eyes narrowed instantly as he realized that the window was far bigger than any he had seen before, that meant either this vestige had a lot of abilities or the description was a disaster.

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Vestige – Winds Embrace

Type – Artifact

Rank – Epic

Adaptability – II

Description – [In the dying days of a kingdom whose name has been excised from every chronicle, there lived a boy who knew only devotion. He prayed to a God forgotten and resented by all, a deity whose temples had crumbled to dust.

The boy’s mother was dragged into the streets and butchered like livestock as he watched. His father was chained to a stake and set ablaze. The boy watched that too, while his lips moved in silent prayer to the God who took everything and gave nothing.

Through years of servitude and erasure of everything that had made him human, the boy prayed. His voice became a whisper. His whisper became a thought. His thoughts then reached the one he beseeched.

The corrupted God finally answered the unheard prayer.

But Gods who have been forgotten do not bestow blessings. They offer only what they themselves have become.

The god turned the boy into the very thing he had prayed to be saved from.

The Corrupted deity filled his mind with rage, that consumed his humanity piece by piece, replacing memory with hate, love with need, and finally replacing the boy with something that wore his face like a mask.

A creature was caught in the space between what he was and what he should never have become.

For years he wandered the ashen wastes, a monster wearing the remnants of prayer like chains. Until he found a lord—an ancient being that ruled over death. This lord saw the broken creature and offered something the forgotten god never had.

’I will free you,’ the lord whispered, ’from the last shackles of what you were.’

The final threads of humanity were severed and the boy became something perfectly terrible, freed from conscience and from the weight of a name it could no longer speak.

The boy served the lord for centuries… until a cruel ghost put his soul to rest under the pale moon.

This pendant is forged from a pure heart corrupted by prayer. This is what devotion becomes when gods forget to answer. This is what humanity looks like when it’s given exactly what it prayed for.]

Abilities – Borrowed Wings, Blessings of Wind

Borrowed Wings – [Manifest temporary wings of compressed air that remember what it felt like to pray. Grants limited flight for 300 seconds. The wings are fragile and any significant damage will cause immediate collapse. Can only be activated once per twelve-hour cycle.]

Blessings of Wind – [Wearing the pendant will grant to affinity to the untamed winds.]

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Ishiki read the whole thing twice and then creased his eye brows. The description read like a particularly sad life story of a typical villain… but here as usual he was depicted as the bad guy.

It wasn’t a surprise to him at this point, in the system’s description every time he was mentioned, it was followed by cruel.

He let out a heavy breath and focused on the more important thing.

There was the mention of God’s in this one too. And the forgotten God to whom the boy prayed.

’The Corrupted God? Are the forgotten God and the Corrupted God the same?’

The description of the artifact called [Eye of Ruin] had the mention of the Corrupted god as well.

He was the one who gave power to the king and same here, he was the one who gave powers to the demon.

The common thing was that both the king and the boy had prayed to some other go before…

’Wait did they? Could it be that they both prayed to the same god and the God had been corrupted? The description here certainly says that the God was forgotten and resented by all. What could be the reason for that?’

Thinking that Ishiki couldn’t help but recall the history of Aethelburg that he had learned during his time here.

The God that looked over this Empire had been forgotten by the people, they didn’t want to remember him and instead had turned their faith to the Angel of Charity or Hope.

’Hope… huh.’

According to the same legend the sun was eaten by a corrupted God… it didn’t make any sense to be honest but that was what Ishiki knew.

’My theory is that the angel’s heart made the projections of the people of Aethelburg because it could only burn when there was someone to praise it.’

Having thought that he felt a sudden shudder run through his body. The angel who could do so much was by no means weak and the person, which was supposedly either Kenji or Yuki’s brother must have gotten tremendous strength after killing it.

How much power did they gain was not yet fathomable…

Having thought that, Ishiki had another question. It had already been a week since then, if the power they gained was so immense then why has the person still not killed the Emperor.

There were only two options to that – Either the person doesn’t want to kill the Emperor.

’Or he can’t… even with such power killing the Emperor was something that he couldn’t accomplish.’ Ishiki’s eyes widened at that moment, if the later was the case.

Then how would they complete the scenario and head bac home? Was the emperor actually there, or has he vanished along with its subjects?

’Screw it, we don’t know anything about him even when we have gotten so close.’

“Yo! Ishiki” The voice from behind suddenly startled him.

Ishiki turned around to see Filch walking out of the door that lead to his balcony, he had something in his hand that was utterly black in color and looked like an ancient pot from centuries ago.

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