Chapter 91: Doors
Under the cloudy gray sky, a beautiful young man commanded attention.
His alabaster skin radiated a flawless charm, contrasting elegantly with his locks of charcoal.
As a gentle breeze caressed his untamed tresses, they danced in harmony, revealing glimpses of a pristine white T-shirt beneath the black shrug adorning his body.
The fallen leaves, scattered on the ground, seemed to join in the ethereal ballet, adding an enchanting touch to the scene.
While his left hand casually found solace within the confines of his pant pocket, his right hand clasped the delicate bouquet of Forget-me-nots with a firm tenderness.
Noah's gaze rested upon the tombstones ahead, his eyes held an intense, almost transcendent quality. This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com
His gaze seemed to pierce the veil separating the earthly realm from the eternal, silently unraveling a story that only he could fully understand.
For moments that stretched into eternity, Noah just stood, like a figure suspended in time.
The world seemed to hold its breath, awed by his presence.
Even the wind hushed its breath, perhaps out of reverence for the profound solitude that consumed him.
The world, instinctively aware of the sanctity of this moment, dared not disturb his solemnity, sensing something stirring within—something it dared not awaken.
A sigh escaped Noah's lips as he approached the tombstones.
With measured steps, he slowly lowered himself into a squatting position, one knee gently touching the ground.
Determined, Noah began the task of clearing the dirt that had settled upon the neglected slabs.
Instead of reaching for a handkerchief, Noah opted to use his own hand, as if seeking a more intimate connection with the engraved names.
His fingers traced the weathered inscriptions etched upon the stone: Aurelius Grey, the son of S&A Grey.
Ethan, contemplating the question, gestured towards the eastern horizon where the sun rises.
"Hmm," he pondered, his eyes fixed on the distant point.
"If we address stories as archaeological sites, and dust through their layers with meticulous care, we find at some level there is always a doorway. A dividing point between here...", Ethan's finger swept towards the western horizon where the sun sets,"and there."
This time he gestured to himself—"us and ...", his words trailed off, as his eyes looked towards the tombstones, "them."
"Mundane and magical. It is at the moments when the doors open, when things flow between the worlds, that stories happen."
"Wh-"—Before Noah could ask, Ethan added, "That's what your father used to say"
"He used to believe that there is more than just one... er how should I put it? Hell ,heaven.. past, present "—Ethan mumbled to himself.
"He used to believe that our world is not the only one. That there are other worlds out there, universes infact"—Ethan let out.
Noah, sensing the gravity of the conversation, attempted to lighten the mood—"Sounds like my father was quite the fascinating character", he remarked, a lighthearted tone tinged with genuine interest.
A warm smile gently graced Ethan's face as he replied, "Indeed, he was. He dedicated his career to the study of spells as a Spellsciologist, and he possessed a remarkable gift for creating spells."
Leaning in closer, Ethan's voice lowered as he shared a tantalizing detail. "In the later years of his life, your father worked under the Central Union. He was tasked to craft a spell of extraordinary nature—a spell that could bridge the gap between two distinct places. He collaborated closely with a renowned figure, one you might have heard of. Alaric Cross himself was his guiding presence during that time."
Noah's eyes widened in shock, his voice trembling with disbelief. "What?!! Alaric Cross?! Are you referring to the current leader of the Central Union?"
The words tumbled out in a whirlwind of astonishment.
Such a reaction was justified, after all, Alaric Cross was a name which breathed power and authority itself.
Alaric Cross, The Blood Warlord, SSS+ rank, the strongest human in human domain.
An appreciative smile graced Ethan's face, witnessing Noah's awe-stricken reaction.
However, the smile soon faded, replaced by a grim expression as Ethan's voice lowered further. "But there's more. It's rumored that your father's creation went beyond connecting two places. It was said to bridge the very fabric of existence, opening pathways to entirely different worlds"
"And I think he succeeded"