The Sun - Lord of Mysteries (fanfiction)

Chapter 87: Vision

A hundred-meter-tall mountain stood in a hidden area of the northern continent, surrounded by dark-green trees that were almost black in colour.

A pitch-black mausoleum stood majestically in the middle of the mountain.

The majority of the mausoleum was part of the mountain range. A small portion of it showed signs of man-made construction and polishing. It truly defined what it meant to be a "Mountain Mausoleum."

Thus, the mausoleum didn't look like the pyramid. Instead, it appeared to be a colossal mountain. It wasn't exactly symmetrical either, but it was certainly majestic.

The sky was dark without the sun or moon, pure dark, like vantablack. Oil lamps with flickering fires on black poles surrounded the mountain as the only source of light in the hidden place.

A flash of light erupted near the mountain, morphing into the figure of Aucuses, who was dressed in a black suit and trousers, with a white dress shirt and gloves over his hands. His hair was unkempt and reached his neck in the back.

Aucuses inhaled deeply while dusting his suit with his right hand and holding a torch lit with golden fire from the sun with his left.

It's been a few hours since Diana's ascension, and despite their insistence that he attend their party, he left because the Solomon's mausoleum requires his immediate attention.

'Well, that's depressing.' After finishing the suit, he contemplated the mountain.

The surrounding area was deafeningly quiet. A silence that is maddening. A silence of void, broken only by the sound of slow breaths and the beating of his divine heart.

Literally, every sound he made boomed across the hidden area, shattering the oppressive silence.

He ignored the sounds and closed his eyes to perceive the order of reality.

He felt a suppression on him before he could even sense the rules of reality, preventing him from analysing reality. The suppression was like a wall, restricting his authorities from investigating the reality.

Aucuses did not use brute force to break through the suppression because he was able to perceive an aura just as the suppression descended on him. The aura was so veiled and concealed that it could possibly elude the perception of gods.

Despite the fact that it almost escaped his notice, he caught it. He was successful because of his efforts to comprehend the law of "Order" through the hermit's uniqueness. It enabled him to perceive any change in reality, no matter how minor or insignificant. As a result, he discovered the aura, which was, albeit insignificantly, influencing reality.

Aucuses raised his right hand, folding all of his fingers except the ring finger.

His pupils constricted as a wisp of pure darkness laced with golden particles appeared at the tip of his ring finger, floating directly above his fingertips.

His authorities surrounded the wisp, preventing it from touching his finger. He didn't dare let it get close to him.

This was a manifestation of the aura he managed to capture during the suppression.

He focused on the wisp, his irises turning a gold and purple mixture that gleamed in the darkness.

All-seeing eyes!

He gazed through the wisp, his vision revealing a dark, distorted, and chaotic world.

Spots of pale-golden light illuminated the darkness. The rules of reality manifested and materialised with the appearance of the spots of light, causing the entire twisted world to tremble.

The light spots symbolised "Chaos," while the materialised rules symbolised "Order."

They began to converge in the middle of the dark world, under the emergence of an irresistible force.

Roar!

A terrifying roar filled with resentment and unwillingness shook the dark world.

The roar appeared to come from the materialised rules and spots of light as they converged. They all seemed to be alive.

They appeared to be resisting the convergence with all their might, but their "Order" and "Chaos" were insignificant in comparison to the mighty force causing their convergence.

They ultimately merged to form a harrowing golden figure.

Aucuses could finally perceive and determine the aura, which originated from this figure. The aura was created by combining Order and Chaos.

It was Anarchy!

Without giving him time to process the revelation, the world shook and trembled, drawing his attention back to the golden figure.

Boom!

As the majesty force began binding the golden figure, it began to struggle fiercely.

It roared in defiance, shattering reality and shaking the world.

Sensing the struggle, something reached out from the infinite void to the golden figure.

Aucuses noticed ethereal grey fog appearing, with a tentacle extending out of the fog, as an eerie aura filled the dark world.

'Shit!!!'

He quickly closed his eyes and cut the connection.

In reality, golden blood flowed from his eyes, and his face contorted slightly in pain. His shirt and hair were drenched in sweat.

Sensing his state, Aucuses tapped his glabella with his index finger without opening his eyes.

A blazing sun emblem appeared. It shone brightly, lighting up his figure. It 'purified' him of any influence or corruption, despite the fact that he had none. He still went through the 'Purification'.

He then purified himself several times, checking his body for any abnormalities.

He discovered no problems, but he did not give up and retrieved the hermit's uniqueness.

In the uniqueness, he tapped the symbol of the purple eye.

The symbol quickly absorbed the surrounding light and became corporeal. Then it broke free from the book and spread out before floating above him.

The divine eye flashed with light, reflecting Aucuses and seeing completely through him.

Aucuses checked his body and soul over and over with his connection to the eye. He eventually concluded that he has no issues.

Aucuses opened his eyes, which had been healed. His figure had returned to its prime, as a result of the purification process.

Aucuses laughed as he gazed up at the sky. 'I was really courting death...' His laughter had turned self-mocking, relieving him of the tension and anxiety that had accumulated in his chest.

He finally sighed deeply.

'Celestial Worthy. Son of Chaos.'

He honestly didn't expect his probing to reveal the scene of Celestial Worthy sealing the Son of Chaos.

Even though, he predicted that the specialness of the mausoleum could be related to the son of chaos.

Still, for fuck sake....

Aucuses took a breather, hoping to calm his raging emotions.

Still, he didn't expect that aura to be directly related to the son of chaos.

Was Celestial Worthy aware of his intrusion? At least, he didn't think that, celestial worthy did, because if "He" noticed his prying, the consequences would be far more terrifying than just his eyes bleeding.

'Fuck! Solomon!' Aucuses cursed. 'I will make sure you regret returning to the world.'

Aucuses was finally able to calm his raging emotions, after cursing Solomon.

He didn't dare to think much into this dangerous vision after making sure he was fine once more.

'Well..' He raised his hand, red flashing across his fingers, extending to form a sword bathed in red light, emitting an aura of twilight.

Twilight Sword. The most powerful weapon in the world.

The legend was not made up. His sword's sheer power can reduce many grade-0 artefacts to dust. It is more accurate to refer to it as a god-level artefact.

If an archangel can bear the power within his twilight sword, he can stand up to the even the gods.

The sword was crafted from the Sequence- 2 characteristic of sun pathway. It has followed him through countless battles and has been drenched in the blood of many great beings who once dominated the world. The sword wasn't always called the Twilight Sword, nor was it always this powerful. When he stabbed the sword into the heart of the creator, it transformed, becoming stained with the blood of the creator.

The creator's blood mutated the sword, imbuing it with the authority of twilight. As a result, the twilight sword was born.

'Just in case...' Aucuses thought, looking at the sword. 'Son of chaos...' He looked at the mountain mausoleum in front of him.

'Let's get this over with.' He began to make his way towards the mausoleum.