Vengeance of the Returner

The people surrounding the area had their jaws dropped and looked at the scene speechlessly. 

An unknown young man just fought an existence that was comparable to that of a god. Grendon looked at Nix as though he had found a gem.

"So, Nix would you mind coming to our kingdom?" Grendon asked.

"I am honored but, I have certain things to do," Nix said drowsily.

It seemed like he'd go unconscious at any given moment. Grendon seemed pretty much healthy. Though the blow was deadly, he seemed like he could handle the pain.

"Understandable... and may I know why you participated in this war?"

"I'd like to share it but, it's something personal."

"I shouldn't have asked..."

"It's fine."

"If you say so... You are an outsider correct?"

"Yes..."

"Shall we, have a talk? Just the two of us" Grendon asked eagerly.

"Yes, we can..."

Nix didn't know what was the point of fighting him? Sure, Dark Nix had to give a death blow. What does this have to with his destiny? Was a question raised in his mind.

Grendon walked towards Nix, after rising his body subjecting to immense struggle. 

The people around him were quite surprised to see that the man was down to have a conversation with Nix. His downfall was underestimating Nix. For a man who had lived for centuries, Grendon sure did a blunder. 

"My Knights, lead the commanders and other people to disperse their armies from the battlefield."

Grendon ordered. When his people tried to approach him to help he outright denied them.

"Be warned! If anyone tries to fight you will be hunted and tortured for an eternity!"

Grendon said standing in the center.

Grendon's purpose was to stop the war as his Brother ordered him. They were not interested in conquering lands nor ruling over others. Raavan was a man who excelled in many fields. It was said that he had pioneered ten paths.  He was a man who was obsessed with several things out there. Be it Physics, astronomy, mechanics, yoga, Law and administration, Philosophy, Mathematics, and so on... He was a genius in every possible field out there.

So it was said that he had gained ten enlightenments suiting his obsession.

He was a pioneer in various fields and someone who had reached the pinnacle of the respective fields. Truly a gifted man. He did not care about power nor anything as such. At the same time, he is a man who even the gods fear of.

The central continent does not possess religion. And the reason was Raavan. They didn't dare to intrude on his territory. He chose his path as a Transcendent instead of godhood. Even though the people of his kingdom sees him as their god. 

Compared to Raavan, Grendon is just a brawn of his brother. He wasn't even comparable to him. But, Grendon sure had his own ethics. 

They were reasonable and did not want to cause the wrath of Primeval cosmo. Which might cause another restriction in Empyrean.

There was already the Materiality and if they induce a calamity by going against the restriction more labyrinths or any other unknown variable might arise.

Grendon stomped his foot on the ground with immense pressure expelling his mana encompassing the battlefield. The golden mist diffused the blue mist. It surely didn't reach throughout the whole Warfield but, it sure covered a large portion of the area.

Slowly the knights led the people away from the location as soon as they woke up.  in a few seconds, all the force started marching away from the center. And it was simply the end of the war. One can say it was truly abrupt but, that was the end of war.

"Have a seat."

Grendon said placing a big boulder opposite him and took a seat in front of another boulder.

The duo was bleeding to death but, it seemed like it was necessary to have this conversation. 

Firstly Nix survived due to two prime reasons. One was Mirror the other was Nova energy. It was nothing but, energy Not a soul, not the mana core but a source of energy. It was still trivial from Grendon's side about how he momentarily absorbed Nova's energy.

"Before going deep into the conversation...May I know what's the name of the technique you used?"

Grendon asked seemingly too interested to know the name of Technique.

"I call it the mirror... I am still pioneering it so, I am not obviously a master in wielding this technique."

"Understandable, Truth to be told... I didn't expect it. I could say I have made a big blunder by underestimating you. In the sheer moment, I swung pouring my soul into the sword along with Vital force. I sensed a reversal of the energy recoiling into myself again... It was truly magnificent."

"I see..."

Nix didn't know what to say. He didn't how he was supposed to explain it.

"Haha, sure It is not nice for me to try to decode your technique. I apologize."

"It's fine Mr.Grendon."

Nix replied.

There was no sense of tension as their conversation flowed naturally. Nix certainly understood that this guy respects the strong and detests the weak. Truly a character who had pros and cons. 

His way of speaking was cool and in a very respectful tone, unlike in the past. It's like was interested in knowing about Nix as though he was an alien from space. Indeed he was one but, he was unlike any other Outsiders he had seen.

"Okay, let me go back to the main point... Which faction of gods do you follow?"

"None, Although I have allied with one. I am not following anyone."

"Haha, I am glad to know that. You are truly a peculiar man among Outsiders... "

He stopped as two men came holding some medical instruments. They opened the suitcases and began to treat.

"Ahh!"

Nix growled as they first burned using fire on the wound inflicted on his shoulder to staunch the blood flow. It was surely a terrible way to close the wound rather stitching would be enough but, the sword's edge that created a slab was about four inches wide. 

His flesh burned by sealing up although it wasn't an ideal way compared to stitching it did slightly closed the wound later they began stitching the wound.

"AHh, It sure does pains terribly."

Grendon uttered after slightly growling while gritting his teeth.

"Coming back to where I left... Do you know about a power source called nova time Wheel?"

"I do not know..."

"Hah, those gods sure try their best to keep you, Outsiders, in the dark!" Grendon frowned looking at Nix.

"Why do you think the war occurred?"

"To collapse the balance and rebuild their influence over the continent?"

Nix asked.

"Not at all. That is something to cover the truth. In fact, it surely has truth in it but it wasn't their main goal since the beginning."

"Then what is?"

"Nix... You truly do not know this?"

Grendon asked looking at him with doubt.

"I mean... You bear the same energy the nova time wheel has... Perhaps you've returned from the future using it?"

Grendon said and looked at Nix's eyes for a few seconds as though he was testing him and then continued since there wasn't any change in his expression from the past one which showed helplessness. 

"Don't be tense. I do not care about such a thing. Because it is hard for a mortal to wield it. You did well by covering your body with the energy in the time of impact to lessen the damage I inflicted.

From what I can see. You do not have any Idea over what it truly is. I just merely had speculation. Nova time wheel is a pure source of energy mixed with five high existences who once fought in the great war." 

Grendon said and continued.

"I will explain as simple as possible. When the count of souls in the chaos mainland decline to 40%  The pillar of Nova's time wheel will arise. And if the rise of pillars occurs throughout all the five continents, The Nova time wheel will emerge. Ultimately as the mortals cannot wield it they will simply get a temporary power which will soon be inherited to the god they follow."

"That explains..." Nix phrased. 

"And only the souls from another realm can even wield it, With such power, one can bend the restrictions made by Premival cosmo."

'Fuck! Heredia said until the will of Premival cosmo is met none can return back to our world... Primeval cosmo's will is to create balance. In essence, the nova time wheel is connected to it. So, if one of their followers by chance gets their hands and dies the thing that connects with their soul will be inherited to them ultimately letting them abandon the restrictions'

Nix contemplated within himself.

It was mere speculation but, the theory might be true.

"Nix, From what I sensed you have a soul which is filled with darkness. I believe you have a certain purpose which is why Premival cosmo has brought you to this land. We will suppress the war but, that doesn't guarantee to stop it. I did want to kill you. From what my brother prophesied. You are our ally."

'And he was been prophesied?'

Question after question raised inside his mind as he blankly stared at Grendon who smiled at Nix.