Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead
Chapter 863 - 863: Hero

Milo didn't even have anything to say to that, at this point, there was no questioning the pure living, he was just too odd of a person for anyone to make sense of.

"You see, this nice fellow said to me that The Father, was basically responsible for the creation of everything in some way or another, as such, he is also the one who created the mysterious force that picks people to become apostles, it is not quite an eldritch being, in reality, it cannot really be classified, he said that it was an omnipresent and omniscient force like the eldest daughter of The Father, so I guess you could say that the strange force governing the unique purple is another daughter of his, not to be confused with other eldritch beings that claim to be descended from The Father, they are not incorrect, but they are fundamentally different from the 'daughters', are you following me?" Thanatok chuckled as he stared over at the endless horizon of green pasture.

"...What is that eldest daughter?"

"Oh, it's the system, turns out one of the ways of power considered amongst the most useless is actually the first and most direct descendant of the deity ruling the cosmos, not quite sure what exactly, but apparently, the system does a lot of stuff in the background, my informant wouldn't reveal much about that, must be because the system and the thing handing out that purple colour are technically sisters?"

The pure living muttered an 'I don't know' before continuing.

"In any case, from my understanding, the daughters of The Father are basically in charge of handling a bunch of stuff and fine tuning them, you see, the greatest being ever spends his time by creating worlds, coming up with new stuff, different rules for each of them, all that good stuff, and then he just observes how things go down, but being that he is literally the creator of everything, and basically embodies everything and nothing all at once, it is difficult to get surprised by what he creates himself, so that's where his daughters come into play, they take care of aspects and things he deems very important on his stead"

"So… They basically just set the stage and such for him to watch?"

"Basically, yes"

"And as I said, his daughters only take care of very important things, so as you can guess, it means that the one in charge of picking individuals to whomst to give the strange purple is a very important task, for some reason… The eldritch god was a bit vague on what purpose that serves, that, or he was telling the truth and actually does not know what having the colour actually means in the first place… In any case, the colour is never given out to a random person or creature, The Father holds interest in those eligible for it, and we could say that it's like putting a stamp on them, placing them on a shelf right in view so as to not lose sight of them"

Milo was understanding less and less, but Thanatok did not seem to notice that.

"But you see, there is more- Going back to my second confrontation with Loimos, during it, I remembered something that I had forgotten- Or rather, that had abnormally faded away from my memory, me and Maiele… We were not the only heroes present during the first undead war, and I am not talking about the countless heroes and champions that died or were lost to history, I mean a hero that puts me to shame by merely existing, he was present, he was the one who defeated The Defiler Of The Holy, he felled countless beings of dreadful power, even creatures associated with things that few can even imagine…" Thanatok Ynigós smiled.

"I had been wondering just how I possibly could have forgotten him, even with outside intervention, but as it turns out, it was the fault of that madman and his weird power, well, rather, it was the fault of that hero I am speaking of, now that I remember everything, I also remember the plan he told me about"

The pure living suddenly seemed to lose all of his joy and whimsicalness, turning serious and cold, closer to what Milo had remembered of the man back before he went and faced off against Loimos.

"To be frank, me, Maiele Liameilos and all of the others- We are nothing compared to him, he is the first and only true hero, the only one deserving to be called a hero, as it turns out, he is similar to Loimos in a way, he too was chosen to carry a certain colour… For he too was an extraordinary being, listen closely, Milo"

"Unlike me and Maiele, he did not possess devouring life that granted him eternal life, and he was not a mythical elf that never aged- He was just a human, his bottomless strength granted him an impressive lifespan for sure- But it would not have been enough for the dangers that he was sensing, so after cleansing every possible creature or individual that only he could defeat with ease, he did something rather drastic and basically put himself in a stasis, which erased his existence from the collective memories of all that knew him, some remnants might have been left behind, but overall, no one knew of him until very recently"

The pure living looked at Milo in a grave manner.

"Remembering him and exerting an influence similar to his own is the key to bringing him back- I know that you wish for revenge upon Loimos, but you can't even touch him, kid, only the first hero has a chance against that monster"

"You don't have a chance?"

"It would take at least a hundred more fights for me to overcome Loimos, he will only have one chance, but he is far more likely to succeed, he is simply that formidable"

Thanatok paused and then pointed one finger at Milo, pushing his index against the young man's chest.

"The golden mana you hold, the golden element that is available to your every energies- It is an elemental manifestation of his power, yours is many times weaker, and you barely even control it, yet you have seen the results, develop your powers, and use them as much as you can, and spread his name, this will bring him back"

"What… What is his name?" asked Milo.

Thanatok Ynigós smiled with nostalgia.

"The First And Only Hero, probably the last as well- Sonnenträger"

Just as the name was spoken aloud, the world around them wailed, cracks forming upon the very air as an oppressive presence spread throughout this plain crafted from memories.

The First Death Hunter grinned, standing up.

"Get back to your wife and kids, Milo- It was a pleasure speaking with you, I wish I had remembered what that gold of yours was imitating sooner"

Milo felt himself falling through the ground, his consciousness seemingly ripped away as though falling asleep, only hearing a few more words before his eyes shut.

"Alright, time for round three!"

The world above quaked, and mere seconds after Milo was gone from it, the fields of green were destroyed by the clash of two paragons.

End Of Volume 5 : Rolling Smog

Start Of Volume 6 : Golden Coffin

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