Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

Upon hearing those words, Rion’s mind froze for a moment, and the vision fell apart.

He lay in his bed, sweat dampened his body, and his eyes were wide beyond belief.

"What was that...?" he questioned as he tried to understand what he had just gone through.

Even though the vision itself was strange, he was calm with Aion and Eleos, but how did The Remnant or someone claiming to be him appear in that vision? The Remnant was the Devil of Chains that the second Mother had made to escape from the abyss. How could something like him be at such a grand and humane place? It made no sense to him.

"It wasn’t a hallucination." Rion was sure of that because if it were his system, his Illusion Resistance skill would have stopped it from affecting it, and as such a thing didn’t happen, there was no clue about it being fake.

But at the same time, the vision itself was so absurd that it was nearly impossible to believe.

He took a shaky breath and sat up. Then, with the Ruler’s hand, he pulled a leather water pouch towards himself.

The pouch flew into his hand, and he took large gulps of it as he tried to calm his drumming heart.

"Calm down," he mumbled as he rubbed his face and burned the sweat covering him to nothing with his aura.

He rubbed his face and stepped out of bed.

Then he began pacing around his room, replaying everything that had happened in the vision.

"Malikeya had said that the gods are dead... could it be the world when they were still alive?" Rion mumbled as he contemplated the place where Eleos had come to find Aion.

"Those two also seemed to be godbloods or something similar," he concluded, and finally moved to the problematic things.

"There were five princes, but considering that the devils are those princes, shouldn’t there be seven of them?"

The Demonic Heart’s assimilation requirement stated that he needed one of the seven singularities. As the devils were the holders of those, it was just a matter of putting the pieces together.

"Why were there only five of them?" Rion frowned and continued to brood over it for half an hour before he gave up and shook his head.

"There’s no point pondering this for now," he stated as he took a deep breath and left the room.

Still heavy from these revelations, Rion walked to Zaelyane’s room and knocked on the door. "Zaelyane."

A few moments later, the door creaked open, and Zaelyane mumbled as she turned around, "Why are you here so early?"

Rion stepped inside and closed the door behind himself as he answered, "I want your help."

"Of course you do." She let out an amused chuckle and pulled out her smoking pipe. Then she turned towards him and said, "I know you want to do this as fast as you can, but turning such a sorcery into a rune circle is not easy. It would take you months if not years to even make it somewhat functional."

Rion blinked twice and said, "That’s not what I—"

"It’s fine," she continued with a soft tone. "You did everything you could... It’s simply an impossible thing to do."

’Let me speak, will you?’ Rion remarked inwardly, and before she could say anything else, he muttered, "I already finished it!"

Zaelyane, who was about to light her smoking pipe, lowered it and mumbled with a confused expression, "Finished what?"

A proud look appeared on his face, and he answered while puffing his chest, "I finished the runes."

A surprised and impressed expression appeared on her face, and she said, "So you already finished one of its components? That’s pretty fast. Too fast even, it’s as if you know runes better than elves."

’How did you know?’ he said, shaking his head. "Not a component. I finished the circle, but because I’ve never been to the places that we have to go to, I can’t make use—"

A sharp hollow clack echoed throughout the room as the bone pipe slipped out of her hands, and she stared at him with a horrified look on her face.

"What did you say...?" she barely managed to mutter as those words resounded in her head.

’Shit! Was it too much for her?’ He cursed in his head and spoke while using aura to calm her, "Yes, you heard it right. I finished the rune circle, but I still need your help."

Golden aura flames wrapped around her slender figure, steadying her mind.

A few moments later, she returned to her usual state and mumbled flatly, "You already finished it, huh. Can’t say I am not surprised..."

"Do you have a method to solve the location problem?" he asked without wasting any time.

"You don’t have to worry," Zaelyane brushed it off and explained, "The sorcery that you are using has its own consciousness... if you activate it with those nobles and all of you think about the same place, it will teleport you to that location without you having been there."

Rion tilted his head and asked in a disbelieving tone, "That’s it?"

"Yes," she nodded.

He stared into her emerald-green eyes for a moment and said, "Thanks for everything."

Zaelyane didn’t say anything and just watched him leave.

Just as Rion stepped past her door, she fell on her bed and looked at the ceiling in a daze. "What kind of monster is he...?"

As Rion walked to the stairs, his figure changed, once again becoming Bael’s.

Bael descended the stairs and took a glance at the innkeeper as he exited the inn and made his way towards Jareb and Henry, who had gone out with Yuura.

As he entered the dark alleys, he used Zone Relocation and teleported to an empty street beside a bakery.

Without ceremony, he entered the bakery, and everyone turned their heads towards him, especially the ladies.

He obviously ignored them and walked towards the corner where three teenagers sat.

"Too much sugar is bad for you... like everything else."