The Archangel of Death - Chapter 352
352: Tower of regrets (1) 352: Tower of regrets (1) Chapter 352 As I entered the tower that Allison wanted me to, all I saw around me could be described in one word.
Desolation.
Deep, heavy, depressive, desolation.
There were skeletons all around, some full while some missing some limbs.
If I had to guess, they were in billions.
Not all of them belonged to humans though.
There were two types of skeletons.
One belonged to humans of almost all ages, even children, while the other category belonged to the category I was well familiar with.
Dragons.
I couldn’t tell without the skin whether or not they were all the same type of dragons, but there were indeed billions of them.
As far as my gaze went, they were mixed in with the human bones in equal quantity.
Made me wonder though.
Who in the hell could kill all these dragons?
Mind you dragons were a rare race.
Even in this novel, dragons showed up only once and even then, there were only two of them.
In many other fragments, the number of dragons I had encountered at once was less than fifty.
Only one person came to mind when I saw the pile of bones.
One person who had their meat, their hearts in large vast quantity.
My father.
My Dad always had things related to dragons lying around like they were nothing more than pieces of everyday life.
Like an empty soda can.
Things that were treasures to others, especially of dragons, were nothing to him.
Well, he wasn’t a weapon guy in the first place.
I mean, his armor was covered in weapons but he rarely used any of them.
After all, his army didn’t like swords so he never used any either.
Ignoring the sight in front of me, I made my way towards the only door I could see through the path of billions of bones.
I kept on walking and walking until around ten days must have passed but that door was still at the same distance.
No, it wasn’t a misconception or some sort of trial.
The distance was just that much.
My eyes were very good so I could see far away but the door was still a few days away.
Even while running, I had only traversed half the path after a month.
I was tempted to use my fly skill but… [All powers other than life and death in the grave of regrets are banned] Each and every power of mine was locked.
My physical strength wasn’t thankfully but my MP, SP, and any other power that I had was inaccessible.
Another thing to correct was that a guess in the end was just that; a guess.
When I traveled through this place on that one sole path, the number of billions turned into tens of billions.
This place belonged to a killer.
His regrets?
No.
He regretted killing them so late.
While they’re just skeletons, the sword marks or the blunt force traumas on them indicate how they died.
They weren’t the results of an accident.
They were killed in full sound body and mind.
It meant whoever killed them didn’t kill them accidentally.
Seeing the pattern on them like that, it must be one very, very old person.
Finally, after about two and half months of constant running and rest in between, I arrived in front of the door.
It was one giant as* door.
It was so big that even my neck hurt but I still couldn’t spot the top.
The true spectacle was when it opened.
It slowly opened, revealing the insides.
Unlike the door’s size, there was nothing big inside.
Everything was normal-sized which meant this place wasn’t for giants.
As I entered the room, I saw a woman standing in one corner of it, looking outside the window.
She was pregnant, her most striking feature.
After that, was her beauty.
But, that wasn’t what I was curious about.
I had never seen that woman before and I felt nothing about her.
Not one single thing.
She was pregnant and I had a soft spot for them but for her, I felt nothing at all.
Almost as if it would be useless to feel anything for her.
She was already dead.
I stepped closer, making my way to her because whatever this place was, she was the answer to that.
Her appearance was also very simple.
She was beautiful as hell.
Black hair, black eyes, a sharp jawline, soft cheeks, and her most striking feature regarding her beauty, her mole near her left eye.
She just looked outside the window.
I joined her in looking outside the window.
As I did, I saw some knights, in uniform I had never seen before training with their swords.
It wasn’t a normal training.
It was the training in preparation for war.
The same could be indicated by the smoke and sounds of battle in the far distance.
Suddenly, another door appeared inside the room and a man hurriedly entered the room.
That door wasn’t there when I came here.
It was now which meant whatever this scene was; it was a replay of someone’s memories.
If I had to take a guess; then it would be out lovely… [It’s mine] [Now watch] [The truth about your father] ‘…’ I remained silent.
The truth about my father.
No one knew that better than me.
And even then, I knew nothing about him.
I was the one who was trained by him ever since I was born.
His first order ‘Gabriel, silent’ still rang in my ears.
Yet, he was the most complicated and unpredictable person I ever knew.
So much so that it was like I knew nothing of him.
Yet, she was here, showing me something that didn’t make any sense, and even if it did one question still remained… “Do you really think you know him better than me?” [I do] That was some confidence.
Still, I’d rather not get into that debate so I looked at the kneeling man who took the letter that the pregnant woman had given him and said, “Tell him; I do not wish for my child to be born amidst war.” Her striking, Medieval British accent was as smooth as it could be which meant she was a native of this land.
And wherever this was, it was either earth from a long time ago, or it was a fragment.
The man took the letter and left.
Once he was gone, the woman turned outside once again, looking in the far distance as a collection of words left her mouth, “Please come home, Bryce.” Bryce?
Maybe a lover or something like that?
Maybe that letter was also for him.
[You have no idea] I was about to get into the matter when the scene changed and the next moment, it was the inside of a chamber.
A court for the royalties.
On the throne sat an old man who looked at the people before him, two specific of them.
Both of their backs were turned to me so I couldn’t see their faces and also, they were kneeling before the king so I couldn’t tell either.
“I name, Prince Ryker, the first of my name, and my eldest son as the next king of the Stone Kingdom.” There was no happiness in the voice of the old man.
It wasn’t a decision he wanted.
Yet, both the men beneath the throne at the bottom of the stairs were happy.
I could hear the laughter of both of them but could only see one.
“Congratulations, brother,” The younger one from the both said, the one whose back was still facing me so I couldn’t see his face.
“Hahahaha!” The elder one was happy as hell as well.
Immensely happy at becoming the king while his brother, perhaps, didn’t show an ounce of jealousy.
The only one unhappy there was the king who didn’t deem the elder son worthy of a king.
He regretted making that decision.
H wanted the younger son to be one.
But, unlike the earlier scene, this one had one familiar thing to me.
A feeling of familiarity.
From the younger brother, whose back was still facing me.
Something about him was familiar.
I just couldn’t figure out what it was.
I wanted to know.
Something deep down compelled me to take a step, to know who that man was.
To see his face.
But, just as I took a step forward, the scene changed once again.
And this time, it was less than friendly.
~~ “What are you doing?” Bruce asked a woman standing on top of a hill, looking down, her hair waving gently in the air while her face couldn’t be seen because her back was turned to Bruce.
“Reliving old memories,” The woman replied, “The ones where you still loved me.” “…” Bruce remained silent to that.
Instead, he rephrased his question, “Not that.
Why are you lying?” “…” It was the woman’s turn to remain quiet.
She remained silent to that question and said, “Look, Bryce, he’s about to begin.” “He’s about to find out who you really are.” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Bad_Wolf_7811 Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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