An Unorthodox Path Of Ascendancy

[Chapter 2: Hell, Its about Time]

A/N: here is the new chapter you've all been waiting for, several perspectives will be present in the story both in and out of Ursus, especially Aegir after that whole enlightenment shenanigan the mc avatar did and a certain someone.

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(3rd POV)

"Glory to you o'lord atop your everdistant aboad for even in your silence, you still continue to grace us with your boundless warmth, bless us with your infinite wisdom and guide us to the everlasting dream."

Came the end of the prayer within a massive cathedral housing hundred thousands of people dress in black and white robes of varying size and shape, sat across the vast room as an old man wearing a pope clothing ended his prayers while kneeling infront of an large alter of a figure sitting on a throne.

Adorned with a 3 crowned shapes halo necklace, one large than the other and a cross at it's center, worn across their neck as they kneel before an altar of their god-king adorning his 7 crowns, 7 spears that act as pillars around his obsidian throne and 7 rings attached to middle part of each spear.

All stared with great reverence within their eyes as they look at the statue that emanated an invisible presence that washes them over like a gentle tide and the welcoming embrace of a father that love and adored his children with all of his compassion to be made known.

Such was the great feeling of euphoria and joy that the Aegirian enjoyed since the great awakening, no longer did they have to dread and fear of the monsters nor continuing to fight and sacrifice the lives of their brethren to save the many.

They abandoned old gods to follow who they believed as their one and only true god that heard their cries and sorrow, headed their wish for salvation while those that they knew and long stopped worshipping were forgotten or seen as false and unreal beings crafted by the desperation of peoples of old.

For even if they are real, none will be so great and powerful to the silent king, it had been a hundred years since the day of which their lord and savior, the silent king had save their lives from the dreaded silent horrors of the abyss that haunted their kind since the very dawn of their civilization.

By his word all the beasts perished, by his command their roars were silenced and by his will they were save, bringing a golden age for all of Aegir, the tales of their lord descent to salvage their races from extinction have been recorded and spread to all over their nation.

Thus starting a new brand age of enlightenment and progress as things that Aegir once could not pursue due to their need of efficiency and quality to not waste any time made few to ever fully enjoy and discover their talents or forge their own path without being dictated by what they are good at rather than what they wish to pursue.

Or to be even able to enjoy the simplet of things in many ways such as arts, musics poetry, and other forms of pursuit that were now being uncovered and made anew, things that once thought uneeded being pursued to fill up the vast void of desire they suppressed for far too long now.

Most of the entertainment they have were for the dead and spoke of somber and sad arias and tales that dampen the mood to know joy that much, they may feel but not as great as those of the surface dwellers as they have known them for so long.

Without the looming threat of countless hyper evolving beasts to terrorize their kind, vast unkown territories were  uncovered and lost citadels that had once fell to the seaborns were reclaimed and then built anew for the newer generations to make as their home just as their ancestors and families once did before them.