Chapter 112: For Hemtica!

The High Priest rotates every twenty years.

Until today, Amy, like the vast majority of others, believed that the outgoing High Priest would become yet another elder hidden behind the scenes of the Hemetica City Council. But at this moment, he realized his own shallowness and ignorance. The so-called rotation was nothing more than a well-meaning lie. The reason successive High Priests conventionally changed every twenty years was simply because their lives could only sustain them that long. After passing the First Flame to the next successor, the wheel of time would immediately leave its mark upon their bodies—even if by some miracle they did not die, their aged and depleted vitality meant only a few years remained.

—To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.

It would be no exaggeration to say they truly devoted everything they had to this city.

By this measure alone, he could only sigh in self-reproach.

Perhaps he would become the most irresponsible High Priest in history...

The young Radiant could not help but think this as the ancestral bloodline inherited within him surged with the First Flame. His spirit subtly ascended; deep within his consciousness, long-sealed memories began to open a tiny crack—and then... he saw it. He saw a greatness beyond human comprehension.

Human frailty made it difficult to glimpse the entirety of this being; human words were too barren to describe even a fraction of it. Its mere existence consumed his entire mind, rendering his brain incapable of functioning, his thoughts unable to move. At this moment, he could only passively and helplessly accept all that lay before his eyes.

It was... light. Countless dazzling lights.

And a door.

Behind It stood a door leading into darkness.

“Open the door.”

An almost meaningless whisper. In a mere glance, the young Radiant was certain that his awakened mission beneath Ildan was to find and open this door—the one leading into darkness. As for what would happen after opening it, what he would become, and how the world would be affected—caught in a frenzy, he gave no thought. He simply drove his body forward, approaching that door.

So much so that he forgot what he was seeing was but a memory.

Thus, until the very end, he never took even a single step forward.

All he could do was follow the upward movement of his vision and meet the gaze of the “eye” at the center of infinite light—a luminous orb dazzling like crystal, pearl, or diamond.

Then came a sound.

“—”

A piercing, sharp noise, a hundred times more grating than metal scraping, tore through his entire brain in an instant.

Immediately, the world shattered like a mirror. Amy Ulysses’ spirit plummeted from a great height. Instinctively, he pressed his hand against the left side of his chest where the First Flame pulsed incessantly. Only the heartbeat-like throb gave his cold consciousness a trace of warmth.

“What is wrong?” The aged and withered High Priest noticed his abnormality. His black eyes narrowed slightly, small eyes almost buried in deep wrinkles. “To preserve enough power to restrain Pandora, I did not pass down the full abilities of former High Priests to you. Considering the fragility of the human mind, I also deliberately deleted the portion of the First Flame recording the world's truth during the transfer. This inheritance is incomplete; if anything causes discomfort, you must tell me immediately.”

“No, nothing.” Instinctively, the youth refused to mention what he had seen in his memory.

“You don’t look like nothing’s wrong,” Edgar said after a long gaze, shaking his head. “Well, if you insist.”

Everyone has their secrets; the former High Priest did not intend to pry further.

“Thank you.”

The young Radiant expressed timely gratitude for this unexpected understanding.

Before they could converse further, a tremendous rumble shook the inheritance chamber as if a great tree had been kicked, causing even the smallest branches to tremble.

“What’s happening?” Amy, with good balance, did not fall despite the suddenness. He steadied himself, frowning. “Have they discovered us?”

“No.” Although Edgar appeared frail and decrepit, he somehow maintained a connection to the Flame. The slight shaking did not cause his body to move. “The inheritance chamber depends on the Flame’s existence. That tremor was them shaking the very foundation of the inheritance.”

“They” undoubtedly referred to the dark lords led by Pandora.

The foundation meant the Flame.

“How much time do we have left?”

“Not much,” the former High Priest—whom the young Radiant still preferred to call simply “High Priest,” as the boy lacked the awareness to assume the title fully—replied. “The High Priest’s strength stems from the Flame but is not limited to it. I secretly withheld the abilities of former High Priests meant for you and have temporarily managed your connection to the Flame through my authority. But this abnormal state cannot last long. Even if they do not strike the Flame directly, we must act quickly.”

He paused, fatigue unmistakable between his brows.

“My time is running out.”

“Understood.”

No more words were needed. Amy Ulysses would not waste the opportunity Edgar created—not just for himself, nor merely for Hemetica, but to honor the sacrifice of a man who had devoted his entire life to the city.

“Then,” Edgar’s hunched body emitted crisp cracking sounds. His withered muscles filled once again with fresh flesh. Wrinkled cheeks regained their glow. As suddenly as he had aged, the High Priest of Hemetica City restored his former vigor and smiled brightly. “Let us depart.”

“I am ready.”

Without further words, the youth answered directly—perhaps under the influence of the First Flame, he perceived beneath Edgar’s sunny smile the frailty he hid. The apparent strength was but a facade; the once vigorous High Priest’s life force was no greater than that of a dying man. Only by burning the remainder of his life as fuel could he temporarily maintain his prime condition.

As he said, little time remained.

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