Chapter 234: Chapter 234

"My will shapes all properties, it flow through the mundane and the complex alike."

"Through me, all that distinguish is realize even in uncertainty. I am the crown of identity, I am unbeatable, I am the vague chains that allows for endless change."

"Kneel and acknowledge for I am the Force."

The pedestal, or perhaps it was more fitting to call it a monolith, stood resolute in the dim glow of the sanctum, its surface etched with ancient reverence.

It was clear these structures were crafted to honor past figures, legends or deities long faded into the annals of the Monster World. Yet, as Morgana gazed upon them, a shiver ran through her serpentine form, her violet eyes narrowing with unease. She tilted her head, her whisper’s echoed as she spoke, almost to herself.

"Why do I feel so... suppressed before these things? No, what are they, anyway?"

Her question hung in the air, unanswered, as her gaze drifted to another statue, this one even more unsettling than the last.

The figure was a grotesque amalgamation of many heads twisted and melded into a vaguely humanoid shape.

Each heads, and there were many, was distinct, monstrous in its own right, with gaping maws, hollow eyes, or jagged horns that seemed to pulse with a faint, unnatural light.

At the base of the statue, carved into the monolith’s surface, were words that sent a chill down her spine. Morgana read them aloud, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and inner most dread.

"My thought is not one but infinity, for every new breath a new mind is born."

"Through me, every decision passes, conscious and unconscious. I am the identity of free will, I am the formless liberation, I am the HIVE that thinks for each. My own is the all, and all is the collective."

"Kneel and acknowledge for I am the Mind."

Moment after reading that Morgana’s attention shifted one more.

As Another monolith loomed ahead, its presence as commanding as the last, yet utterly distinct in its unsettling design.

Her violet eyes widened as she took in the statue perched atop it, a chaotic, abstract form that seemed to defy comprehension.

It resembled a churning cloud, its edges amorphous and shifting, as if it might dissolve into mist at any moment.

Countless eyes of varying sizes studded its surface, some slitted like a predator’s, others round and unblinking.

Beyond that, the figure offered no further clues to its nature, its form a riddle carved in stone, both mesmerizing and disquieting.

Morgana’s tail twitched, a nervous reflex, as she slithered closer, drawn to the monolith’s base where the words were etched.

She read them aloud, as she did the last two.

"In the womb of the mind, thoughts flow and create, context blooms and rises. Good and bad, joy and fear birth fantasies unborn. So vivid, so inexplicable, reality acknowledges the falsely as a state of being."

"Through me, all lies are born, the impossibility of imagination realized. I am the grand lie, the facet of creativity, the unborn story of the mind."

"Kneel and acknowledge for I am the Fantasy."

The statues stood tall, thirteen in all, or maybe fourteen, Morgana thought, her eyes narrowing as she studied the chamber’s heart.

At the center stood a single monolith, taller than the rest, stark and solitary, no statue crowning it like the others.

It felt almost intentional in it’s design, like a missing piece in a puzzle she was only beginning to grasp.

She muttered under her breath, half to herself.

"Only a fool wouldn’t see it by now. These aren’t just decorations mother conjured up."

Her gaze swept over the monoliths, each one etched with cryptic words and crowned with a figure more unsettling than the last.

She stepped closer to one, her voice soft but steady as she pieced it together.

"Force, Mind, Fantasy... thirteen ideas that shaped the Monster World. These statues, they’re the ancient Kings of Monsters, the old powers that ruled before the Monster Lords we know today. The ones who laid the foundations of our world."

Morgana’s heart skipped a beat as the realization sank in. She glanced back at the central monolith, its emptiness screaming it’s true significance.

"The rumors have to be true."

She whispered, her voice trembling with awe.

"That’s why these are here, carved into Mother’s sanctum. She knew them...the thirteen creators of our world. And if the stories are right, she was married to the first king, the one who breathe life into those creators."

She said to herself, but suddenly she heard a voice behind her followed by footsteps.

"Yes these are apparently the 13 Kings of old, Echidna is one of the oldest monster in the entire Monster World. Not only is she older than the 2nd King of the Monster World, but she also exceedingly older than the current 13 Crowns."

Morgana turned around, to see a familiar black hair, golden eye young man, as she called out to him.

"Hmm, yes, I have already check her personal room, sadly her journal isn’t there, but it has to be here if not there, if it ain’t her either ,it means she ha sit on her worst case scenario. Still you seem to taking your time."

"My apologies Master."

Morgan said while bowing her head, then she continued to speak.

"It my first time in the inner most Sanctums of Mother’s Domain, so I got a little curious when I saw these statues."

"No big deal, I was the same back then too, when I first saw them, it to my attention. At that time I was already well verse in our people history."

As he looked up at the statue of the Fantasy, currently speaking it was his older sister Minerva who took the former king place as the Lord of Fantasy.

Now in this era she is revered as the Mother of Nightmares, the Sleepless Demon.

Both valid name in his opinion.

But either way, he soon grab Morgana shoulder, as he began to speak.

"History aside though, I really think we should for the journal now."

"Yeah, your right Master, any idea where it typically keep here."

"It’s usually on her personal desk, just wait a bit, I will look for it, just keep watch."

Morgana nodded her head as Adam traverse at the further end of this great library. The shelves where high and filled with books.

Each book is a fragment of Echidna own memory and knowledge that she has personally experience over the course of her long life.

But one book was her personal autobiography. And that was her journal. It was no secret Echidna loves the write down her personal experience first hand, so it goes without a single word why Adam wanted to find it.

If he did, he will know exactly what she is up to. It was in his opinion that this was the best course of action instead of directly asking her.

As Adam knew the answer he would get form her would be an unclear one if he did not educate himself properly on the topic before hand.

But as he walked, he eventually saw a large desk area, as he went to it, climbing on the table filled with different scrolls, and ink and quilt, alongside other little trinkets.

A large black and gold book was station at its center, seeing this, Adam smiled as he picked it up, and close it. And his eyes trace over the cover, as rubs the hard surface, he noticed that it had no title, but Adam was familiar with her Journal design, as such he now had it in his palms.

Without saying anything else. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

He then walked back to Morgana who looked at Adam with the large book in his hand, at least one that was bigger than an encyclopedia.

Morgana asked to which Adam responded.

"Yeah, this is Echidna’s journal."

Adam said, holding up the hefty tome with a triumphant grin.

"If you want to know her deepest secrets, this is the place to look. Now let us see what my dear, elusive sister has been hiding."

Without another word, Adam cracked open the book, its leather cover creaking softly as he flipped through the countless pages, each one dense with Echidna’s meticulous handwriting.

He stopped at the latest entry, his golden eyes gleaming with anticipation as he scanned the words.

Date: Day 13,738,937,173,392

It has been two months since I last saw Adam. He should be finished with the last of his training with Rakasha by now. Last word I heard of him was when he spent some time honing his magical prowess with Priscilla, and now I heard after his last time Rakasha, he will be off to his first day of school. Honestly, I think it is a waste of time, but it has been a long-standing wish of his, so the others and I decided to let him have his fun and enjoy his youth.

I was reluctant at first, but now that I looked at it, I am grateful now that he is attending. As fate would have it, my son, the king, has called for a "Mass" a gathering of the Lords. It has been ages since the Crowns last assembled. The problem is, Adam is not ready yet.

My plan is for him to one day overthrow my son and take his place as the epicenter of creation, the new embodiment of our world. As the blood and the will of Typhon flow through him, but his aspect remains dormant until at least the fifth gate is opened. Until then, my husband’s Setting shall lie dormant as well.

I pray the gathering goes smoothly, but rumors from my niece suggest a new Lord is to be chosen. I don’t know what happened, but it seems my son is set on demoting one of the thirteen. Without a doubt, this will throw the Monster World into chaos until the matter is resolved.

It doesn’t help that Blake and Kiara are finally returning after twenty-six years away. I can’t help but wonder how that wild mother-daughter duo is faring after their journey to explore other Fruits of Creation.

But I am glad to finally reunite with loss family, ahh how time has fly.

Adam till the end his eye open wide as he said.

"A gathering of Lords...