The Wordless Mage
Chapter 46: Thamael, Bearer of The Word

Chapter 46: Thamael, Bearer of The Word

"Yes, then I will continue. But first, allow me to transition from my true form, which I’m sure you have a hard time visualizing."

Liora’s eyes raised for just a moment, forced to retract explosively once the bright light emitting from the voice’s body brightened even more than she’d thought possible.

Strips of white jutted out in random directions, although its exact movements weren’t nearly as unstable. No, this time, it was controlled, its form more obvious than before.

Two streaks at its sides squeezed into the shape of an arm, two at its bottom contorting into legs. The light seemed to answer to its intentions, growing fainter with each movement that drew its humanoid form more and more vividly.

Eventually, there was no light at all, the body of the thing barely visible within the cavern of nothingness.

"This shall suffice as a fitting mode of speech," the voice continued, spreading protrusions from its back to flap a gust of wind Liora’s way.

Long hair extended from its scalp to touch upon its shoulders, white as snow without even a tinge of coloration.

Sharp jawline, even sharper features, the creature slowly extended its limbs like someone would stretching in the morning.

Seated on its back were two humongous wings, white with streaks of brown giving it flavor.

"What are you..."

The confusion was enough to tense Liora’s muscle, even the grimoire at her side thrumming in curious dull to ask her the very same questions running through her mind.

"Again, that’s of no consequence to you and your kind, but if what you desire is to call me by name, you may refer to me as Thamael."

Liora rubbed her eyes once, refusing to believe what floated in front of her, but once she’d affirmed what could only be reality, she shook her head and dug into Thamael.

"Alright, then, Thamael. I understand that there may be some things you’ve kept from me, but I still must know--why did you keep me here as you claim, and of what importance am I to you to where you had to subject me to weeks of that hell."

Liora’s eyes flexed with growing contempt--not at Thamael specifically, although it was getting to that point, but at her memory of each death, whether it be the hard impacting of metal splitting her skull in two or sitting by as the life literally sucked from her in a gaping bullet wound.

"I can sense a great deal of pain and frustration in you, child, but you need understand one thing, and that is your meager concept of time." The angel-like creature’s eyes opened, carrying with them an unquantifiable weight of knowledge and experience. "You have only lived weeks in Rowan’s shoes. You have neither the true knowledge of his life, nor a modicum of experience that those of my race have garnered in our years."

Wind rushed at Liora’s face, her only defense being her raised hands in front of her eyes. She couldn’t look up at the angel, although she could still sense the many great emotions that ran within it.

"The gods have ordained that you learn Rowan’s life before coming to this world--the purpose behind it to decrease the chances of calamity."

Liora’s eye twitched.

"Calamity?"

"Yes, so great that not only the earth, but all worlds will be irrecoverable. A force presses up against the Way, its long, shadowy tendrils encroaching upon its will. It seeks not to destroy the Way--no, it deems such a task beneath it. It wishes for more."

"More than the destruction of the Way?"

"By far. No, the Way is just the primary force guiding aether to enact its will. Destruction of the Way does not insinuate destruction of the world, otherwise, this world would’ve already been reduced to nothing eons ago."

Liora pondered on its words. If what it speaks is true, then there’s an insinuation that the Way has either been destroyed before or there have been attempts made. She stopped at this thought.

"It seeks not to destroy the world, but to destroy everything, including god’s domain."

"And what does this have to do with me? I have only been tasked to protect the world, I don’t believe I have either the station nor the power to aid in what it is you’re asking of me."

"It has everything to do with you. You are one of the anchor beings, an individual responsible not only as a pillar of the Way, but most importantly, a pillar to the echo."

Her mind wandering, Liora immediately took recognition to who the creature was referencing.

"Rowan, yes?"

"Correct, the boy who you’ve already acquainted yourself with. You know not the greater purpose that resides in him, nor do you understand the lengths of which the gods have gone to and will go on to bring about his upward progression. His existence is a necessary one--one you need to protect with your own life."

Liora turned away for a second, hugging her grimoire even more tightly. With a steeled expression, she looked back upon the creature.

"If what you desire is to fight back against this force that you claim with take everything, why not descend from wherever realm you come from and deal with it yourself?"

There was the first and only silence lingering in the air, the creature’s eyes looking up beyond where Liora could possibly locate with her gaze.

"The gods are not such simple creatures. They hardly leave their heavenly realms, nor do they deal with such threats themselves. But even if they could do as you say, it wouldn’t eliminate the threat."

"And how is this?"

"Because the threat is held within the gods themselves. Chaos, unbridled and without peer. It lives within you, and it lives within me."

The creature’s finger raised to touch against Liora’s chest, pushing her back slightly from its nudge.

"Chaos...?"

"Understandably, you are lost in its meaning, but you will understand in due time. Although this conversation has been short, I pray that it has granted you the proper insight to fully grasp the threat reeling all of us in--god or not." Space folded behind Liora, revealing another layer of black with a bright ring of flame popping out at its center. "Now, move, and heed my final warning."

Liora was flung through the opening in space, her mind just barely following the creature’s words.

"This world will condemn the wordless. No matter what, maintain your faith in him, and we may circumvent this threat. Don’t, and you risk dooming us all to inevitable doom."

"Wait!"

Liora’s yell propagated only through the null, the portal once situated in the space between her and the creature gone.

Once more, she was encompassed in the never-ending silence of black, her body floating in its weightlessness.

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