Saintess? Not Anymore! I'd Rather be a Destroyer-Chapter 106 - 92: Pidis Explore

The Pidis continued their journey, their excitement, and anticipation mounting as they drew closer to the Hall of Cosmic Knowledge. The celestial scenery was truly breathtaking, and the Pidis could hardly contain their amazement at the beauty of the heavenly realm. They marveled at the intricate architecture of the palaces, the sparkling gemstones that decorated the gardens, and the vast expanse of the blue sky above them.

Finally, they reached their destination – the Hall of Cosmic Knowledge. The building was unlike anything they had ever seen before. It towered above them, with its walls made of a mysterious substance that seemed to glow from within. The Pidis landed in front of the entrance and stood in awe as they gazed upon the grand structure. Its colossal doors towered above them, crafted from precious metals and adorned with intricate engravings depicting the cycle of creation and destruction.

As the Pidis reached out to touch the surface of the door, a hum reverberated through their being, filling them with anticipation.

They immediately passed through the door like a ghost, revealing a vast chamber bathed in a gentle, pulsating light, the place was much bigger than it was on the outside.

After the Pidis entered the Hall of Cosmic Knowledge, they were awestruck by the sheer scale and complexity of the place. They could see towering bookshelves, some of them reaching up to the ceiling, while others floated midair, as if defying gravity. The shelves were filled with all kinds of books, scrolls, and artifacts, each exuding a powerful aura that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy.

As the Pidis approached the shelves, they noticed that they were being managed by cute, large spiders of all shapes and sizes. The spiders moved with agility and grace, each one responsible for preserving and guarding the knowledge within the tomes and scrolls. There were giant spiders with iridescent eyes, shimmering spider guardians with wings of fire, and even fierce spiders with dragon scales that slept peacefully among the scrolls or were reading some book.

After taking a moment to marvel at the grandeur of the Hall of Cosmic Knowledge, the Pidis began their search for the information they sought.

As the Pidis scoured the shelves for information, their mechanical eyes scanned the books at lightning speed, displaying a downloading screen that indicated their data retrieval process.

Meanwhile, in another corner of the vast library, amidst the sea of floating shelves and tiny spiders busying themselves with managing the books and writing records in new ones, Azarath found herself lost in thought. Azarath, the guardian of the Hall of Cosmic Knowledge, roamed among the floating shelves on her spider legs. Her demeanor was filled with both determination and frustration as she searched through the countless volumes in her possession. With each book she opened, her expression grew more trouble, " "Something is definitely not right, I just have a bad feeling." she muttered to herself.

She paced around the shelves, her spider legs clicking on the walls as she searched for something important.

Her short black hair fluttered as small spiders playfully tangled in its strands, while others tugged on her dress in a mischievous manner. Azarath’s dark purple eyes squinted in frustration, as if trying to unveil something within the texts. Her beautiful brown skin shimmered under the gentle glow of the larger glowing spiders that passed by, illuminating the library with their radiant presence.

However, as Azarath attempted to concentrate on her search, the playful spiders continued to distract her. "Hey, cut it out, guys! I’m trying to focus here," Azarath grumbled, slightly annoyed. With a firm hand, she gently picked off the little spiders around her and placed them back onto the bookshelves. Though they looked at her with hurt eyes, Azarath knew it was for the best. Slowly, the spiders reluctantly wandered away, their tiny footsteps echoing faintly as they cried softly.

"I’m sorry, children, but I have an important task to attend to," Azarath stated, her tone reflecting her regret as she closed the book in her hand with a resounding thud.

"I need to see Barbados," she declared, springing off from the shelves she had been perusing and gracefully landing on the ground, her eight spider legs supporting her.

Leaving the Hall of Cosmic Knowledge behind, Azarath embarked on her journey. In the blink of an eye, her figure vanished from sight, only to reappear outside a towering hall. Clocks of all shapes and sizes floated around the structure, while countless timepieces were embedded into its walls.

As she entered the building, the clock-like doors opened for her with a gentle creak, welcoming her inside. The moment she stepped in, the doors closed behind her with a definitive thud.

As Azarath made her way through the winding corridors of the clock tower, she was surrounded by an array of intricate clock devices. The floors spun around like the hands of a clock, but Azarath remained unfazed by the dizzying effect. Moving with purpose, she navigated through the labyrinthine structure with ease.

Amidst the clockwork wonderland, she spotted several little people in steam-powered uniforms, marching around and tirelessly repairing every broken clock they could find. Their miniature forms looked almost comical against the towering clock devices surrounding them.

As she rounded a corner, one of the little people approached Azarath, with a friendly smile, a diminutive individual no taller than a palm posed a question, "Greetings, goddess of Wisdom! Are you here to see Master Barbados?" His eyes were a peculiar sight, housing a pair of small blue clocks that ticked incessantly.

A joyful expression crossed Azarath’s face as she bent down to meet his gaze. "Yes, indeed, I am," Azarath chirped. She couldn’t help but admire their dedication to keeping the clock tower in working order.

"I’m afraid Master Barbados has been holed up in his office for quite some time now and won’t be coming out anytime soon," the little man informed Azarath politely, prompting her to purse her lips in frustration.

"He can’t keep himself locked up in there all the time. That won’t do! As his sister, I need to speak with him!" Azarath exclaimed, her spirits lifting at the prospect of seeing her brother. The little man let out a sigh of resignation, recognizing the determination in her voice.

"As you wish, Goddess Azarath. I, too, believe that Master Barbados could use some fresh air after all these years," the little man said, beaming up at her. "I would be honored to escort you," he offered, taking the lead as they made their way towards Master Barbados’ office.

As they traversed the winding hallways of the tower, Azarath took the time to admire the intricate clockwork that adorned the walls, marveling at the precision and beauty of it all.

After what seemed like an eternity of traversing winding hallways and ascending on magical elevators, Azarath finally arrived at her destination. Together with the little man, she entered a large room and passed through several chambers until they arrived at a certain door.

As they approached, the tiny man lightly touched the door, and it immediately swung open, revealing a man at the center of the room who was deeply absorbed in drawing strange time symbols on thin air.

Once Azarath entered, the tiny man bowed politely and left as the doors closed behind him.

The man, a towering figure of over twenty feet tall, stood at the center of the room, his dark cloak billowing behind him. His hands trembled with intensity as he continued to sketch an intricate web of symbols in the air. These enigmatic glyphs materialized, only to vanish moments later, leaving him visibly perplexed.

Frustration mounted within him as he muttered to himself, "That’s not it," his eyes fixed on the phantom glyphs. He struck his table with a forceful thud, causing the entire room to quake, a testament to his incredible strength.

"What am I missing here?!" he exclaimed in frustration, his piercing red eyes, with clocks embedded within them, trembled, betrayed his growing impatience.

"Barbados!" Azarath called out, her voice reaching out to him as she approached, but he seemed oblivious to her presence. Lost in his own world of temporal puzzles, he remained engrossed in his futile attempts,

His voice cracked as he cried out, "How can a deity like me, who has power over the very fabric of time, be so lacking?!"

His frustration was palpable, evident in the creases that formed on his brows. But before he could voice his grievances any further, Azarath’s voice boomed through the chamber, causing the walls to shake with her powerful utterances.

"Barbados!!!" she bellowed, her voice ringing through the air with a commanding presence. The god of time turned his gaze towards her, his expression softening at the sight of his sister.

In an instant, Azarath’s form grew to match his height, and she gently cupped his face with her hands. Her eyes were filled with concern as she looked deeply into his own.

With practiced ease, she removed the cloak that obscured his face, revealing a visage that was both fair and handsome of a middle-aged man. His muscular build was apparent, and his short brown beard was perfectly groomed. His hair was long and frizzly. But what truly caught the eye were his mesmerizing red eyes, which sparkled with a hint of worry and dread.

As she looked closer, she noticed a third eye that sat in the middle of his forehead, encased in a clock. It was a powerful symbol of his dominion over time, yet it seemed to be causing him distress rather than bringing him solace.

"Tell me, my dear Barbados," she murmured soothingly, "what is troubling you so?" Her words were filled with warmth, and Barbados felt a sense of comfort wash over him in her presence.

Azarath’s voice was filled with concern as she gazed at her brother, her eyes studying him intently. "Because ever since two years ago, you’ve locked yourself up and been drawing these time symbols. What’s the problem?" she asked gently, her hand still resting on his face.

Barbados’ face tensed up at her words, and he pulled away from her touch, his expression clouded with frustration and pain. "You wouldn’t understand," he stated flatly, his tone laced with pain.

Azarath’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and she crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Seriously?!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I’m the goddess of wisdom and advancement, and the one who possesses all the knowledge this world has to offer. Why wouldn’t I understand?" she asked pointedly, her frown deepening.