BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1214 Bearer of Light
Chapter 1214 Bearer of Light
And then, there was that harrowing moment when they\'d worked in strange, unspoken tandem to rescue Oriole from the clutches of the Empyrean. Despite their animosity, Lucian had helped, had even pushed Arthur into a confrontation he might otherwise have avoided.
Sier, now called Lucian, had helped Arthur more than once in his prior life within this world. Despite their clashes, their goals diverging wildly, a strange sort of respect had existed between them.
Yes, there was Casca, the good man who fell by Sier\'s hand. Yet, Arthur knew, deep down, that the true blame lay with the Seer Guardian who had cruelly puppeteered Sier\'s actions.
And so, here he stood, watching the man with nothing rise up against an entity of immense power. Their inner world reverberated with the conflict, cracks forming in the violet-hued realm, threatening to shatter.
It wasn\'t enough to spectate. Arthur raised his arms, channeling his golden mana. A surge of power flowed into the ethereal space, weaving its way around Lucian\'s embattled form. His will, his determination, would bolster the seer\'s own. It was the least he could do, given the impossible struggle Lucian faced. Perhaps even the old Arthur, the one whose memories lingered within him, would have approved.
A tremor rippled through Lucian as a surge of foreign energy washed over him. Arthur\'s touch, a golden lifeline against the suffocating illusions of the Seer Guardian. Yet, it was not merely an external boost. The mana was a catalyst, stirring something dormant within him. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
The torrent of illusions intensified. Faces he knew, faces he loved, twisted into grotesque parodies, their whispers echoing with doubt and recrimination. Among them, his mother\'s kind features warped into a mask of sorrow and disappointment. A flicker of doubt gnawed at his resolve. Had he been wrong all along? Was the path of a seer destined to be one of solitude, fueled by submission to the Guardian?
Then, like a ray of sunlight piercing thick storm clouds, the golden mana pulsed stronger. It was a lifeline, a reminder that he was not utterly alone. It emboldened him, not to submit, but to fight – to shatter this twisted mockery of his mother\'s memory. "No!" he roared, his defiance a clarion call against the onslaught of illusions.
The Seer Guardian\'s mocking laughter filled the cavernous heart chamber. "Foolish child! Seeking strength from an outsider! Pathetic!"
A laugh bubbled up in Lucian\'s throat, a wild mixture of defiance and exhilaration. "Arthur Netherborne was never my enemy, Guardian. You made a lethal mistake in making the outsider yours. I may have been blind for some time, but I knew that Arthur was the only chance I had to fight against you."
The onslaught of spectral monstrosities intensified; their grotesque forms a swirling tide of darkness threatening to engulf him. Panic threatened to consume him. All this time, he had believed himself powerless without the legacy, trapped in servitude to gain a semblance of control.
But something else ignited within him, a fire fueled not by Arthur\'s golden light, but by a memory. It was his mother, frail on her deathbed, her eyes luminous with a fierce, unwavering love. "My Lucian... in a world cloaked in darkness... I pray that you will be a bearer of light."
Desperately, he reached inward, searching for that light, for that gentle warmth so at odds with the Seer Guardian\'s chilling influence. It answered his call, not in a blinding explosion, but as a gentle, steady flame.
This… this was the true legacy his mother envisioned. This was the true power of the Seer bloodline!
"You!" The Seer Guardian\'s voice was a screech of rage and confusion as the shadows retreated before Lucian\'s newfound light. "You dare defy me? Where… where did that come from?"
It was then that Arthur\'s deep voice boomed through the space. "Perhaps you are called Seer Guardian, but you, my friend, are the one truly blinded. This light… it was always within Lucian. I suspected…no, I knew." A hint of amusement colored his tone. "Why do you think I goaded him into this confrontation? So that he might claim his true power, become the Seer he was meant to be."
"My descendant!" the Guardian wailed, its voice a discordant symphony of fury and disbelief, "How dare you… how dare you oppose your ancestor!"
A laugh echoed within the heart chamber, Lucian\'s laughter. "The dead," he declared, his voice cutting through the din, "have no right to command the living. Go back to your slumber, forgotten relic. Your era has ended."
A surge of triumph pulsed through Lucian, a firestorm against the chilling presence of the fading Seer Guardian. Arthur\'s golden mana had lit the spark, but the inferno that now blazed within was entirely his own – a Seer awakened.
The Guardian, sensing the shift, lashed out in a last-ditch attempt at control. A horde of grotesque illusions charged forward, warped reflections of Lucian\'s past and darkest fears. But fear no longer held sway.
"No!" he roared, his white light a miniature sun pushing back the encroaching shadows. "Your lies have no hold on me anymore!"
Each spectral figure that dared touch his brilliance flickered and dissolved, revealing the empty void beneath. The Guardian shrieked, its illusions disintegrating faster than it could craft new ones.
This wasn\'t just about defiance; this was about claiming the future. Lucian reached inwards, drawing on the wellspring of light surging within him. It coalesced in his outstretched hand, morphing into a magnificent blade of purest white light.
"What is this?" The Guardian recoiled, its voice choked with fear. "This isn\'t foresight! This... it\'s truth!"
Lucian surged forward, the Sword of Truth blazing. He brandished it, not to kill, but to illuminate. "For centuries," he declared, "you\'ve woven your twisted narratives, manipulating destinies through lies. But your era of shadows is over!"
Desperate, the Guardian conjured a final, insidious illusion – a vision of Arthur Netherborne, his eyes cold with betrayal. Lucian stumbled, the blade flickering. But the radiant light held strong, cutting through the deceit.
"You\'re losing your grip, Guardian," Lucian gritted out, his focus unwavering. "Those tricks won\'t work anymore."
With a final, earth-shattering cry, Lucian brought the Sword of Truth crashing down. The blow met no resistance, shattering the remnants of the Guardian. A scream of hatred echoed across the space, a final remnant of a manipulative past.
Silence descended. Lucian stood triumphant, the sword dissolving into glittering motes. He had won. The darkness had been vanquished, not only within himself, but within the very essence of Seer legacy.
As the violet seascape faded, Lucian found himself back in his physical form, staring into Arthur\'s concerned eyes. Relief flooded his features. "I\'m free, Arthur," he rasped, his voice hoarse but laced with newfound strength. "Truly free." He looked at Arthur, respect and a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you. Without you... that flame may have never ignited."
Lucian blinked, dazed, as the real world reasserted itself. Arthur\'s face swam into focus, filled with a strange mix of relief and awe. But when Lucian opened his mouth to speak, Arthur shook his head.
"Don\'t thank me," Arthur said, his voice low. "You would have won even without my meddling. It was never the lack of power, Lucian. It was your belief... this twisted notion that you couldn\'t exist without the Guardian." He gestured towards the pulsating heart, its once-vibrant violet now fading into a soft, warm white. "Look. You\'ve done it. You are the bearer of light now."
Lucian turned to gaze at the transformed heart, a strange mixture of awe and trepidation coursing through him. Yet, within the swirling white light, something shifted. Intricate runes, like patterns of solidified starlight, shimmered into being. And woven through these runes… a shadow, a fleeting echo of his mother\'s form. Her voice, soft and filled with love, resonated in his mind.
"… in a world cloaked in darkness... I pray that you will be a bearer of light."
Tears welled up in Lucian\'s eyes as her final, whispered words echoed through him with crystal clarity:
"I am proud of you, my bearer of light."
Lucian collapsed to his knees within the luminous heart-space. Sobs wracked his body, a release of pent-up grief, of self-blame, of a lifetime of whispered doubts. His mother\'s words were a soothing light piercing through the darkness he\'d carried for so long.
Somewhere, on the periphery of his consciousness, he felt a soft touch against his shoulder, a flash of golden light. Arthur. He didn\'t speak, no words were needed. Perhaps the enigmatic outsider with those gleaming golden eyes had understood this all along.
A soft rustle echoed through the world of light as Arthur\'s form dissolved, scattering into shimmering motes of golden mana. He had never belonged here, amidst this revelation of a Seer\'s true power. This was Lucian\'s moment, a moment to heal, and to embrace the potential his mother had always envisioned.
Lucian remained long after Arthur\'s presence had faded. The tears flowed freely, cleansing and cathartic. He knew now that they weren\'t tears of weakness. They were the first drops in a wellspring of determination – the determination to forge his path as a Seer, a guide who would use the light of truth to illuminate the path, not dictate it.