Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 898 The journey of refining the heart

Orlan was a little flustered. He frowned and stared intently at the ground, as if trying to see a flower bloom from it.

The reason for this is that he is being scrutinized by the captain.

The captain stared at Orlan with a dark expression, seemingly trying to understand the situation. After a long while, he slowly spoke: "I remember you said you were planning to find Sitrali, so what's this?"

“Cetrali is certainly excellent, but this child is no less so. He is Cetrali’s last disciple… grandson. The future great shaman!” Saffir tried to make himself sound convincing.

The captain glanced at her, then at Orloren, and finally relented: "Fine, let's leave it at that."

After saying that, he waved his hand and led his men toward their destination.

Saffir walked beside Oloren with a smile on his face: "The captain doesn't believe in your abilities. It's time for you to prove yourself."

Orloren's gaze was deep, and he did not answer; no one knew what he was thinking.

Saffir didn't care about his attitude. She had already said what needed to be said, and the subsequent developments were beyond her control. In fact, it didn't matter whether Orloren was willing to cooperate with her or not, because she had a backup plan.

After they left, a figure appeared where they had been lying in wait. It was Shaplo, who had been lurking there all along. He looked in the direction they had left, nodded slightly, and then ran towards the Holy Flame Arena.

In the office of the Olympic Arena, Mavica sat alone, her eyes slightly closed.

Her thoughts sank into the sacred flame, browsing through her memories—the people and events of the past, the dead and the heroes who were still alive; every bond flowed through her consciousness.

Because of Saffir's involvement, she kept those mementos, but this did not prevent her from regaining her power; it was just that the current method was gentler and would take longer.

She lied to Saffir; the power sacrificed to the sacred fire could not be retrieved. However, there was no need to expose this lie.

She slightly curled the corners of her lips: "I heard there's a promotional event at Flowing Springs today. I really want to go and see it, but unfortunately, I don't have the time."

Agaia's amulet gradually faded, and a cluster of light merged into her body.

At the same time, in Mavica's consciousness space, Agaya's figure appeared, and her voice echoed in Mavica's ears: "When I was very young, I sat by the hot spring and listened to the warriors tell stories."

People come and go in the pool, and regardless of which tribe they come from, they all become good friends. The hot spring is never the private property of the people who enjoy it, but rather a bond that connects them.

I am delighted to see the children in the tribe grow up, and I am gradually coming to understand the true meaning of hot springs.

Youth, vitality, enthusiasm—how vibrant and enviable they are! Even when they cause trouble, their anger quickly transforms into pity and forgiveness—it's truly incredible.

Marani will definitely grow up to be an amazing warrior; she has limitless potential, I can see that.

When I can't fight anymore, I'll come here and tell her stories, and tell stories to even younger children. You have to be a good Vulcan too, so I'll have more to talk about, hahaha…”

The Fire Elemental Eye hanging on her leg shimmered with a soft glow. She glanced gently at Mavica and walked forward, her body transforming into a beam of light that formed a path of light in the empty void.

This is the path that Mavica must walk; the longing that Agaya left in the amulet opened a path for her.

“Agaya, you were born in this era, and it is a very good era. I am so glad that I will have the opportunity to soak in the hot springs with you in the future. I am really so glad.” Mavica spoke solemnly, stepped onto the path of light, and walked forward.

She seemed to be walking against the flow of time, with Agaia as the starting point, representing the present hero, and the next one being the departed hero.

She looked at the chatterbox that appeared in front of her, a bitter smile on her face. The identity of the next person was obvious.

Sure enough, as she approached, Tenoch appeared, gazing at Mavica: "The sky is pitch black, the tribe is falling apart, and you promised me victory in the distant future..."

Mavica walked over to him and listened intently.

“If I hadn’t fought this cunning enemy time and again, I would never have understood your caution.” Tenoch’s figure was different from Agaya’s; he seemed to have his own intelligence, his gaze following Mavica. “My anger will never be appeased, and my power will no longer be used by you.”

But you came to me because you know you can convince me with just one sentence.

I understand. Today's heroes will pave their way with blood and fire; you must win our share too.

Tenoch raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and faced Mavica with a smug smile: "Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook, we'll settle all our old scores and new grudges together."

There was no reverence for the gods in his eyes, only expectations for his comrades.

Mavica took a deep breath and raised her right hand to bump fists with him: "You won, you won beautifully, but I won't lose either, because we have a reliable ally."

Tenoch's smile faded slightly, becoming much more sincere: "For Nata."

“For Nata,” Mavica added.

As Tenoch's figure vanished, a new path appeared, and Mavica, without the slightest hesitation, embarked on the new path of light.

The next person I need to meet is…

The portrait placed on the table began to fade, the bright colors of the painting turned into a crude sketch, and the figures in the portrait were reduced to basic outlines, almost unrecognizable.

Mavica was able to see her long-lost family.

"So, my sister needs to travel to the future, five hundred years from now, to fulfill the duties of the God of Fire..." The orange-haired girl, Ini, Mavica's younger sister, showed a reluctant expression on her face. She was afraid and worried. "Then what are you going to do now? Is my life going to end like this?"

Standing next to Ini was a red-haired woman named Shafmia, an ordinary yet extraordinary Suspended Wood woman, whose only thing to boast about was that she had given birth to a daughter named Mavica.

She glanced at Ini, who was on the verge of tears, and shook her head slightly: "She can't answer your question. Since she's already made up her mind, let's fully support her."

Rest assured, we will dedicate all our strength to the reconstruction of the tribe. We are all working hard for Nata's future, just at different times.

Inee nodded vigorously, as if encouraging herself: "Yes, Mom is right, we are definitely the ones who support you the most..." Then, she complained somewhat dejectedly, "Honestly, where is Dad at a time like this?"

Xia Fumia sighed softly, "He probably doesn't know what to say, so he might as well not come. Just ignore him, that's just the kind of person he is."

Mavica lowered her head slightly. In some ways, she was actually very much like her father, because she was also not good at saying goodbye.

At this moment, Shafmia walked up to Mavica, her rose-red eyes fixed on her eldest daughter's eyes. She raised her hand, trying to touch Mavica's cheek: "No matter what the future holds, remember, we all love you."

Mavica tilted her head slightly, letting her touch and caress her, but... her face didn't feel anything. Yes, what was here was just light and shadow, the echoes of longing. How could it touch a real person?

Shafmia's body vanished, leaving only Ini behind. Mavica glanced at her for a few seconds before stepping onto the path of light left by Shafmia. She... had to continue forward.

Just as Mavica walked out, Ini chased after her and said loudly in a firm and unquestionable tone, "I will come find you!"

Mavica paused slightly in her steps.

"I can't live to see that time, but I'll find a way! There will always be a way for us to meet again in five hundred years! I will find the answer!" The small figure seemed to contain enormous energy, and her determination at this moment was enough to shake the gods.

Mavica slowly turned around and looked at her younger sister again, so young, still at an age when she should be nestled in her parents' arms, yet she was already so strong: "So, don't forget me!"

Ini also vanished, and Mavica continued on her way, murmuring to herself, "You are the brightest star in my memory, adorning the darkest and deepest night. Ini, I will never forget you, never."

She kept walking, brushing past many people.

Ngudi: "Since Lord Vulcan says so, I will fully support you."

Karenya: "May the children also see such a beautiful sun."

Fiedina: "For Nata."

Nizanbe: "We will not fight alone."

The figures of people appear and disappear, transforming into waves of pure longing that spread out beneath Mavica's feet, guiding her to a more distant place.

Mavica had lost count of how many people she had met and how far she had traveled, until a voice from the past rang out—the voice left behind by the fire gods of the past.

"The rules are my legacy, and also the power to fight against the next calamity."

"War forged six tribes and taught us how to fight and how to love."

"Who will ultimately end all of this?"

……

Finally, she reached the end, arriving at a mountain peak: "We inherited memories and legends. We grew up with the sun and the wind. We forged destiny and the future. These are the fire of Nata, the blood of Nata."

She looked back at the path she had come from, feeling both emotional and melancholic. This journey of self-refinement had not been easy.

"Knock, knock, knock." Three knocks sounded on the door, and Mavica was pulled from her thoughts. A fire flashed deep in her eyes; her power had been restored.

Looking around at the items that were now only of sentimental value, she sighed. In the end, she couldn't save them all, but it was already good enough that she could keep these items. She wouldn't ask for anything else.

A god without power could never save his own country, something Mavica had foreseen from the beginning. Saphir's help gave her a chance to slowly recover, and she was content.

When she opened the door, Mavica saw Shaplow waiting outside.

"Lord Dark Priest has already departed," Shaplo said, delivering the message.

Upon hearing this news, Mavica knew it was time to take action.

She nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

Shaplow left, and Mavica began to gather people.

Ying was the first to arrive.

At the celebration banquet last night, Mavica told Ying about creating an ancient name for her. Upon learning that the name was actually chosen by Saffir, Ying readily agreed.

Paimon was very surprised to learn that ancient names could actually be crafted.

Actually, this isn't exactly a secret. After all, each ancient name has a special meaning, and the conditions for inheriting ancient names are harsh. Many ancient names have already completely disappeared into the river of time. If they cannot be forged, Nata will soon have no more ancient names to use.

Therefore, this item actually possesses both the attributes of a family heirloom and a consumable item.

Furthermore, ancient names have another function: resurrection poems. Those who possess ancient names can be resurrected through resurrection poems, which is a symbol of honor.

Although the Resurrection Poem has lost its effect, Mavica still wants to create an ancient name for Ying and considers it her promise.

During Ying's adventure in Nata, she will not let her get hurt.

On the other side, Orloren began his performance, first proposing a theory that even Saphir found quite surprising: "Do you know anything about the Secret Source Mechanism?"

"A secret source mechanism?" Saffir had never heard of such a thing before and was quite curious.

The captain also looked at Orlan, wanting to see what he could say.

Orloren took a deep breath. He knew he had to convince the captain here, if it could be done…

He glanced at Saffir and then at the captain. He didn't want to ruin the captain's plans with his mistake, as that could lead to a direct falling out between the captain and Saffir.

He could tell that his grandmother liked Saffir very much, so he had a more prudent idea.

After carefully considering his words, Euron spoke: "Your initial idea was to drain all the memories and energy of the Night God's Kingdom in order to completely destroy the ley lines and eradicate the Abyss, right?"

"Did Aurora tell you this?" The captain's tone remained calm and unwavering.

Orlan shook his head: "No one told me. It's just speculation based on your attack on Vulcan. Vulcan actually had this idea a long time ago, but she felt that this method was not thorough enough, so she gave up."

I have a better method, and this method requires the use of the Mystic Mechanism. Through the power of the Mystic Mechanism, we can save Nata without destroying its ley lines, because the Mystic Mechanism can reconstruct them.

"Reconstructing the ley lines?" The captain's heart skipped a beat. If possible, he also wanted to use a more reliable method. Orloren's statement... seemed to have some merit.

Saffir narrowed her eyes slightly. She wasn't sure if Orloren was serious. Reconstructing the ley lines seemed like a good thing, but there was a problem they had to face: sacrificing positions.

Just like the loom of fate, success can only be achieved by sacrificing a suitable person. So, who is the sacrifice for Orloren's idea of ​​reconstructing the ley lines?

She's still the team leader? That's impossible, so there's only one possible outcome...

Saffir recalled what Sitrali had once said: "The boy has always felt guilty, thinking that he was the reason the plan failed, but we all know that he has never wronged anyone."

Is this kid planning to sacrifice himself?

Saffir stared intently at Orloren, secretly relieved that he had prepared a second plan; otherwise, this little guy, who was very likely to inherit the ancient name of dedication, would have died at his hands.

One human life is a small matter, but ruining Mawika's century-long plan would be a headache even for Saffir.

Such self-sacrifice would leave not even a trace. At that time, even if Saffir wanted to resurrect Ororon, he wouldn't be able to, because that guy doesn't even have an ancient name yet, so there's no vessel to provide for his resurrection.

Saffir sighed inwardly: "Mavika, Mavica, hurry up and take this little madman away! He's even more insane than I am!"