Fallen Star.
To interpret it, it means a fallen star, where ‘star’ refers to those who have ascended to the ‘Seats.’
‘The Eight Seats and the Six Demon Kings.’
The divine beings at the pinnacle of the Celestial and Demon Races.
Surpassing the Upper, transcending the Uppermost. Those who have ascended to the Throne all possess overwhelming strength.
Here, strength is not limited to just ‘physical’ power.
Their mere existence alters the World, and their influence permeates planets, the universe, and dimensions.
‘The Source of Existence.’
In other words, they impose their ‘concepts’ throughout the world.
That’s why I classify the difference between the Upper and the Uppermost so distinctly.
‘From the Uppermost, one gains their own ‘concepts.’
Even Lasty, who has lived nearly ten thousand years, has only reached the very fringes of the Upper, never having knocked on the wall of the Uppermost.
That means the path to the Uppermost is indeed challenging.
“…As for the sky, it would be Rusalha’s fallen star.”
“The True Name? Well… dying might not matter.”
“I’m taking the burden, so it’s fine.”
I instinctively waved my hand toward Seriphed, who stepped back in surprise.
Rusalha is one of the Eight Seats.
A Celestial Race known as the angel who pierces the sky, called the Eye of Creation.
She was also the one who developed the technique I use, ‘Eye of the Spear.’
The technique was learned not from Rusalha, but from ‘him,’ the god of the spear.
“The death of Rusalha had such an impact… I thought it was a far distance, but it’s unexpected.”
As mentioned earlier, ‘Seats’ are beings that influence the world just by their existence.
If such a being goes beyond exerting strength and actually dies, it’s not surprising that it affects the entirety of the dimensions.
‘Seats’ exist several steps above the concepts held by the Uppermost.
No matter how different the dimension, they can exert tremendous influence regarding their ‘concepts.’
Of course, even for a ‘Seat,’ scattering influence across dimensions is somewhat difficult, but when it comes to death, it wasn’t that hard.
‘Just like a star dying and causing a vast explosion.’
It should be likened to a supernova explosion.
“Is the sky, the heavens, closed?”
“Just for a moment. As you said, it was a distant dimension; the broken sky has returned. But the constellation has vanished.”
“The shattered sky has returned. But the constellations have vanished.”
Countless constellations woven into the sky have disappeared.
Is it really gone, or is it simply not visible due to the influence of the ‘sky’?
What’s certain is that the dragon race’s dimensional migration plan has hit a serious snag.
“I couldn’t find the way since the constellations aren’t visible. No matter how much fuel we have, if we don’t have a map, it’s meaningless.”
The race known as the top of a planet, other than demons, suddenly became blind overnight.
Even with all the renowned dragons gathered and Inanie bringing and analyzing the demon race’s magic, it was the same.
This was an expected result.
The demons who experimented on Inanie were merely at the intermediate to upper level.
In contrast, the beings that influenced the whole dimension’s ‘sky’ were no less than the eight seats.
Perhaps if a very long time passed and their influence naturally waned, they could find a way, but in a short period, it was absolutely impossible.
In the end, time stretched indefinitely, and judging that they could no longer endure, they decided to execute their plan.
“It was a half-hearted journey. As time dragged on, many who couldn’t join went mad and died, and there was even one who barely made it back in a corpse state. There must have been some like me, preparing for such arrangements. I don’t know if they were carried out, though.”
“…When did we arrive? Where is this place?”
“Well… I opened my eyes after arriving here, so I’m not exactly sure, but… I think it took about five thousand years.”
“Five thousand years.”
No matter how long-lived dragons are, it wasn’t just passing time.
They moved, consuming Dragon Heart and life to achieve ‘dimensional movement.’
If that period actually lasted five thousand years, no matter the dragon kings, there’s no way they could have endured.
“…You’ve had a hard time.”
“I didn’t have a hard time.”
“Then what about the main body?”
“Dead. I was the only one who opened my eyes here. I had a bit of power left, but it was so weak that it was a bit tough to recover.”
“……”
“…Well. But.”
Seriphed chuckled and shook their head.
In the end, despite various calamities piling up, the dragon race settled in a new land, and fortunately, there were no remaining demons there.
Whether they disappeared or were never there to begin with is unknown.
“Normally, I should have gained my freedom after arrival. But the main body died without any chance to break free.”
“Then should we just keep staying here…?”
“Yeah. Anyway, my power has weakened, so I could have been eaten if I went out. Maybe they’re keeping me here because of that?”
“Woof!”
“Right, right, little bear.”
Seriphed, with a thoughtful expression, handed Sre some mysterious meat from who-knows-where.
Sre, who earlier wore a grumpy expression, was now eagerly devouring the meat.
“You really do look like a little bear. How come you’re just like your mom?”
“Did Sugarado act like this too?”
“She’s always pretending to be the cold Empress or Queen, but it’s all for show. She was such a little snot in the past.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely!”
So the cold and somewhat righteous Sugarado used to be a little snot.
That’s some new information I didn’t know.
“Her gluttony was so intense that she would eat 70% of the game we hunted together, leaving me with just 30%. Now she’s all like ‘I’m the Empress of the gluttonous Ice Dragons~’ nibbling away, and it just drives me nuts… Hey! Hey! That’s my hand!”
Crash!
While Sre was biting Seriphed’s hand and causing a ruckus, I slowly turned my gaze toward the outside.
Given the nature of space, it probably hasn’t been long.
‘At most about 5 to 10 minutes?’
The ‘eyes’ probably haven’t done anything yet, but it’d be better to get out quick.
“That little bear must be insane. Just utterly out of her mind…”
“Seriphed.”
“Uh, yeah?”
“Even though you were on the inside, you know what’s going on here, right?”
“Well… I do.”
Even though she was trapped, being a ‘teacher’ from the get-go, she’s probably aware of the situation.
I’ve heard that all of the ‘Stone of Reversing’ related to the reversal was sealed here.
Seriphed shook off her sauce-covered hands and pressed Sre’s forehead with her elbow.
“It hurts!”
“Strong monkeys who are only powerful and leeches clinging to them. And challengers moving like the undead, forgetting all commands. It’s a complete mess.”
“Everyone seems stronger than expected. Even if the reversal used the Demon Race’s Magic, the challengers were strong too.”
The reversal gained powerful abilities at the cost of losing rank and intellect.
But the successors are different.
Even if they inherited the Dragon Kings’ legacy, they probably didn’t inherit much power since they used up most of their energy getting here.
Still, the fact that they’re this strong indicates there’s something I’m not aware of.
‘There were more than enough around the capital of the reversal.’
“I told you. There were plenty of preparations besides me. Especially with Inanie being split…”
“I told you. There were plenty of others prepared besides me. Especially when Inanie got split apart…”
“…”
“Seriphed?”
“…Forget it. It’s all in the past. What’s important is that there’s a swollen little brat trying to do weird things with the challenger and my body.”
“My body, huh?”
“Exactly.”
So he’s after the body of the Dragon King.
What a ridiculous guy, but it’s only natural that when a high-ranking being dies, its corpse is consumed for new lives.
Most of the creatures existing in this land could be seen as part of dragons.
“We’ve put in so much effort only to see this disgrace. I didn’t come all this way to witness this.”
“You said you didn’t put in any effort.”
“Seriphed did. I’m basically Seriphed.”
“Hmm.”
“Anyway, I’ll give you information about that brat. He doesn’t even know I’m here, so catching him shouldn’t be hard.”
As Seriphed snapped his fingers, a faint darkness seeped into me.
The darkness was imbued with the information Seriphed had written down.
The identity of the one who created the ‘eyes’ was the Dark Priest, working tirelessly to resurrect his master.
His goal was reminiscent of the sage, who sought the resurrection of ‘life’.
However, unlike the sage, who merely wanted a reunion, the priest seemed to desire power.
“The eyes were definitely a combination of reverse and users. We need to deal with this before it becomes an issue.”
“Handle it quickly. I’ll be here with this big bear.”
“Isn’t there still something you haven’t mentioned?”
You can’t just wrap up thousands of years in a mere ten minutes of conversation.
There were still many stories left untold, and among them were some that wouldn’t seem out of place to ask right now.
For example…
“The whereabouts of the dragons who were migrating in a dormant state under the protection of the Dragon Kings.”
Seriphed averted his gaze.
“Well, I wouldn’t know until I go out myself.”
“…I see. Got it.”
Clang!
“I’ll take care of this and be back soon.”
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