Episode 11

"You", as both of them cursed, the ghost on the throne opened its eyes and looked at them. The ghost had a very familiar face Theodore knew that person. It was one of the first seven Gods of Arboria. He was the one who sacrificed his divine powers to seal off the demons in hell. He was Constantine, the God of wisdom. Both, Theodore and Aeneas, were startled by this revelation. They never expected to find such a mysterious thing. After hesitating a bit they both went close to the throne. There were no traps the whole room had no trace of magic or any sort of sorcery.

"It might come to you as a surprise, and you must have a lot of questions, right? But unfortunately, I'm just a ghost. My soul has left the world a long time ago and thus my knowledge is not as abundant as it used to be. Forgive me if I fail to answer them, my child." The ghost spoke in a low voice, both of them were in awe. Theodore had never seen such a thing before. "I believe if you can enter through the door, you must be my direct descendant." As the ghost spoke, Theodore froze for a while. 'Wait! Descendant? Me? Direct? What does it mean?' questions like this started piling up in his mind. "I must tell you a few things before my magic wears off. Some things must be done and yet I'm unable to perform them. Answer me this, are you ready to learn a little about your plane?" Ghost asked Theodore in a sharp tone. 'Plane?' Theodore gave a thought, it wasn't like he didn't know, but the fact that there were many worlds, still was a difficult thing for everyone to understand. He looked around to seek help yet he found his companion goofing around, as he didn't care. After scratching his head a bit he agreed. "Show me your hand." Theodore hesitantly placed his palm in the hands of the ghost. He could feel a warm aura from that ghost, somewhat soothing yet sharp, not too warm, not too cool. It was a relaxing feeling. After a while, the ghost told him to close his eyes.

Suddenly a whole lot of information started visualizing before his eyes, the ancient gods, and the war between those existences, the eternal seal, and the sacrifice. He opened his eyes, drenched in sweat he looked at the ghost with a curious look. "Now that I've shown a little bit of history, maybe I should get to the heart of the matter. The reason I'm here is the Eternal Seal. It seals off the main entrance to hell." 'Hell? Wasn't that place too dangerous? And what was it doing in the vicinity of Arboria? Is it related to him' Theodore thought a bit and continued listening. "In the great war between us and the Demon-lord, the forces we had were quite formidable, yet lacked in number. The Demon-lord on the other hand had forces numbering in almost 6 digits. This was quite an overbearing number. Under the guidance of the leader of the allied forces or as we know him, Crimson Warlord, I was tasked with finding a way to suppress the forces in one sweep. To me, as the one who lacked strength, the frontal attack wasn't an option, but I had away. To use it I had to sacrifice my only artifact, a book known as 'Wisdom Chapter'" As he said in a low voice, Theodore could feel his sorrow. To lose a soul-bound artifact was almost as if losing your own life. "As there was no other option, I did what was necessary and was able to successfully seal off the enemy, but…" Theodore was looking at the ghost in a very curious way now, ''what happened?' was the only question on his mind right now. "Before I could seal them completely, Defallages, one of the 9 Demon Lords cursed me, making the seal weaker than expected. Now after these so many years, the seal is warring off and they could launch a counterattack anytime."

This whole information sounded so big, Theodore felt like his head could explode anytime. 'Another war? And with whom, Demon-lord? We can't even hold off the human soldiers let alone the demons', Theodore was thinking of many things now. "There is no way? Can we not seal it again?" he asked the ghost which he answered by shaking his head. "As I said, I don't possess the abundant knowledge I once used to have, but I can give you some useful advice." As the ghost spoke, Theodore felt better. 'So there's hope at least. After all, these are such great events, I can't handle it at all', He felt relieved a bit. "You will find the talking statue here, in the treasury. But that's not my advice. Listen carefully, There are many planes, this one known as 'Raja' is the primal plane but there are others like the God Realm where the new gods reside, and the underworld. You are the key to the unification of the world, you are the chosen one. I can feel the Plane's Will on you, someday you'll be able to materialize its unique power. For now, I can help you with only one thing kid." "What is it?" Theodore asked instantaneously. "The seal will break off in 6 months, I'll be long gone by then, hurry up and get to our people. Evacuate and lead them to safety." 'Evacuate? Almost 3 million people? And how?' Theodore went pale. He was stunned by the facts. "Wait, you said our people. Who were you? There's little to none information about you, why is that so?" Theodore suddenly remembered the fact. Indeed there was almost no information on the God of Wisdom or anyone named Constantine, just some pictures and portraits in the King's chamber. "I am your ancestor Theodore, my blood runs through you. That's why you were able to enter these chambers. And as for the loss of information, the curse inflicted on me was that no one will ever remember my existence as who I was while weakening me which led to my fall as everyone forgot that I even existed, but one. Let it now hurries up!." His explanation made Theodore feel moved a bit. After all, he was standing next to his ancestor, and what a person, God! Even though he hadn't ascended, a freaking God who sealed off all the Demons! He was a savior of all mankind. "Now, there's the door. But remember, only take what you are here for, anything more and it'll cause you trouble." The ghost warned him pointing towards Aeneas who was casually putting the valuable looking stuff in his sack. As they both looked at him, he froze with an awkward smile. 'Really?' was the only word which could express Theodore's troubled looks. Theodore pinched his ears and dragged him to the door while throwing the stuff in his sack back on the ground. "No my treasure! How cruel can you be to your helper? First, my berries run out, and now my luck too!" His cries were echoing in the room to which the ghost burst out of laughter, "Haha… If it's them, maybe they'd do it. Right, Eleanor?" In a distant corner, a shallow gave a smile and disappeared.