Free Web NovelChapter 50: Chapter 50 – The Descent of the First Dream
Eternia had reached an important realization.
Training was a scam.
A complete scam.
A horrible invention created by people who enjoyed watching others suffer.
She swung her spear again.
And again.
And again.
The reinforced training ground had become a battlefield littered with broken dummies, shattered stone, and enough sweat to fill a small pond.
Hours had passed.
Her arms felt heavy.
Her shoulders burned.
Her legs ached.
Even her soul felt tired.
She had trained from day to night.
Yet somehow...
Godfrey still wasn’t satisfied.
The old monster had disappeared earlier, supposedly for a stroll, leaving her alone to train.
A stroll.
As if Celestial Saints casually wandered around like retired grandfathers feeding birds.
Eternia swung her spear again.
Then suddenly—
A familiar voice echoed behind her.
"Stop slacking."
Eternia froze.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
She turned around.
Godfrey stood there with his hands behind his back.
Calm.
Composed.
Unbothered.
Eternia stared at him.
Then at the broken training ground.
Then at her blistered hands.
Then at the destroyed dummies.
Then back at him.
Something inside her snapped.
"WHO IS SLACKING?"
Godfrey blinked.
Eternia pointed dramatically.
"I HAVEN’T STOPPED FOR EVEN A SECOND!"
She pointed at the battlefield.
"Look at this!"
She pointed at herself.
"Look at me!"
She brushed sweat from her forehead.
"My arms are dying."
"My back is dying."
"My legs are dying."
"I think my soul is dying."
Godfrey nodded.
"Good."
Eternia almost threw her spear at him.
Almost.
Unfortunately.
He would probably throw it back harder.
The old man pointed at the training dummy.
"Continue."
Eternia stared.
"Can I rest?"
"No."
"Five minutes?"
"No."
"Three?"
"No."
"One?"
"No."
"What if I collapse?"
"Then continue after."
Eternia looked toward the heavens.
"Please take me back."
Nothing happened.
Apparently the heavens hated her too.
Godfrey opened his mouth.
Preparing another speech.
One of those cryptic speeches.
The kind that somehow sounded profound while explaining absolutely nothing.
But before he could speak—
Something changed.
The air stopped.
The wind vanished.
Sound disappeared.
Even the surrounding bright lights seemed to dim.
Eternia felt something cold brush against her consciousness.
Not physically.
Not mentally.
Something deeper.
Ancient.
Unfathomable.
Forgotten.
The world trembled.
Then—
A voice spoke.
Not from outside.
Not from the sky.
Not from the earth.
From Eternia herself.
A voice that didn’t belong to her.
A voice older than empires.
Older than gods.
Older than memory.
"Silence."
The word echoed across reality.
The entire estate froze.
Every servant.
Every noble.
Every guard.
Every mage.
Every living thing.
They all stopped.
Godfrey’s eyes widened.
For the first time since Eternia had met him.
The Celestial Saint looked afraid.
Terrified.
Then the pressure arrived.
BOOOOOOM.
Reality bent.
The ground cracked.
The sky darkened.
Thousands fell to their knees.
Many lost consciousness instantly.
Others began bleeding from their eyes.
Some couldn’t even breathe.
Godfrey himself dropped to all fours.
His body slammed against the ground. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
His forehead struck stone.
The Celestial Saint couldn’t move.
Couldn’t resist.
Couldn’t fight.
Eternia’s eyes slowly changed.
Deep Purple.
A glowing purple star mark appeared on her forehead.
Ancient.
Endless.
The girl was gone.
Something else stood in her place.
Something wearing her body.
The First Dream had descended.
The entity looked down at its hands.
Then frowned.
"My vessel remains weak."
A snap echoed.
The sound was small.
Almost harmless.
Yet the effect was terrifying.
Every bruise on Eternia’s body vanished.
Every injury healed.
Every exhausted muscle restored.
Every trace of fatigue disappeared.
Her body instantly returned to perfect condition.
Godfrey trembled.
The entity didn’t even look at him.
To it.
A Celestial Saint was insignificant.
A grain of sand.
A passing thought.
The First Dream slowly turned its gaze.
The world seemed to darken further.
"Where is the Axis of Harmony?"
Godfrey struggled to speak.
The pressure was overwhelming.
Yet he forced words out.
"O-Outer ballroom..."
"Near the northern wall..."
"Speaking with minor nobles..."
The First Dream nodded.
Then finally looked down at him.
A simple glance.
Nothing more.
Yet Godfrey felt as though an entire universe had focused upon him.
"My vessel is weak."
Its voice remained calm.
"Therefore."
"You have failed."
Godfrey immediately slammed his head into the ground.
Again.
And again.
And again.
"I apologize, my lord."
"I beg forgiveness."
"I shall correct—"
"Silence."
Godfrey stopped instantly.
The First Dream spoke.
"I granted instruction."
"I granted purpose."
"I granted opportunity."
The temperature dropped.
The shadows deepened.
"And yet."
"My vessel remains weak."
Godfrey’s body trembled violently.
The First Dream continued.
"The next time I descend."
Its voice never rose.
Never showed anger.
Which somehow made it far worse.
"I will eradicate everyone sharing your blood."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Godfrey lowered his head further.
"I understand."
The First Dream didn’t respond.
It simply extended a hand.
Godfrey immediately produced something from a storage ring.
A crystal sphere.
The Stasis Orb.
The same artifact stolen during the chaos beneath the city.
The First Dream stared at it.
Godfrey explained quickly.
"My subordinate inscribed his Soul Script into the artifact."
"If activated..."
"A barrier will form."
"No one may escape."
"And anyone attempting to destroy it they will suffer half the damage themselves."
The First Dream examined the orb.
Then sighed.
The sound carried disappointment.
A terrifying thing.
"You rely on tricks."
The pressure increased.
Godfrey coughed blood.
"You rely on tools."
More pressure.
Stone shattered.
"You rely on others."
Godfrey could no longer raise his head.
"If you had obeyed."
The First Dream’s gaze became cold.
"Such things would not be necessary."
Murderous aura exploded outward.
Thousands across the estate screamed.
Many fainted instantly.
Others collapsed.
Some began praying.
The First Dream ignored them all.
Its attention remained elsewhere.
Toward the northern ballroom.
Toward someone important.
Toward one of the Axis.
The entity stepped forward.
Reality distorted.
Then vanished.
BOOOOOOM.
The northern ballroom exploded.
Glass shattered.
Walls collapsed.
Nobles screamed.
Music stopped.
Hundreds turned toward the destroyed ceiling.
A figure descended from above.
Silver-white hair.
Purple eyes.
A young girl.
And yet...
Everything about her felt wrong.
Terribly wrong.
The air became heavier.
People struggled to breathe.
Powerful mages collapsed.
Several minor nobles fell unconscious.
A woman screamed.
A man tried casting a spell.
The spell shattered before forming.
The First Dream landed softly.
The Stasis Orb floated above its hand.
Then—
Crack.
The orb activated.
A colossal barrier erupted skyward.
Runes covered the heavens.
A dome of impossible size expanded outward.
One kilometer.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
The barrier consumed everything.
Five kilometers in every direction.
An artificial world.
A prison.
The guests panicked.
"What is that?!"
"A barrier?"
"Who is she?"
"No—"
"Run!"
Nobody escaped.
The barrier sealed completely.
The First Dream slowly looked around.
And smiled.
Not kindly.
Not warmly.
A smile that made ancient instincts scream.
Then—
Power erupted.
Soul Script.
The entity finally revealed it.
The heavens darkened.
The earth shook.
The barrier trembled.
Even the stars seemed distant.
Words echoed throughout the prison.
Ancient.
Divine.
Terrifying.
"Soul Script."
Reality cracked.
"The Mandate of Heaven and Hell."
BOOOOOOOOM.
The world changed.
Countless black chains appeared across the sky.
Golden gates materialized in the clouds.
Ancient towers emerged from nowhere.
Rivers of silver light flowed through the air.
Massive eyes opened beyond reality itself.
Watching.
Judging.
Waiting.
Every person present fell to their knees.
Not because they wanted to.
Because they had to.
Even powerful mages couldn’t resist.
Even Awakened experts collapsed.
The authority was absolute.
A king above kings.
A ruler above rulers.
An existence born to dominate.
One noble began crying.
Another fainted.
Several started praying.
But before long most were turned to a mere blood stain before the overwhelming power.
The First Dream ignored them.
Its gaze moved through the crowd.
Searching.
Looking.
Waiting.
Meanwhile—
Far away.
Godfrey remained kneeling.
Unable to rise.
Unable to breathe properly.
His mind replayed everything he had witnessed.
His lord.
His deity.
His master.
The First Dream.
For years.
For centuries.
For generations.
His bloodline had worshipped that existence.
Yet today...
For the first time.
He understood something.
Something horrifying.
Something impossible.
His hands trembled.
His eyes widened.
"No..."
The realization struck him.
A thought he had never dared consider.
The Godling Realm.
The highest known realm.
The final destination.
The peak.
And yet—
The First Dream had treated reality itself like a toy.
Had ignored a Celestial Saint.
Had crossed impossible distances effortlessly.
Had altered flesh and soul with a thought.
Had summoned a Soul Script that seemed capable of rewriting existence.
Godfrey whispered.
"Beyond..."
His voice shook.
"Beyond Godling..."
The realization filled him with awe.
And terror.
Because if that was true...
If the First Dream truly existed beyond the known realms...
Then only one possibility remained.
Only one title fit.
Only one ancient legend.
Only one forgotten concept.
Godfrey’s pupils shrank.
His breathing stopped.
"The True Name..."
He stared toward the barrier in the distance.
Toward the impossible presence dominating reality.
And for the first time in centuries.
The Celestial Saint felt small.
Very small.
Like an ant standing beneath an endless sky.
Because he finally understood.
The being they worshipped.
The being they served.
The being preparing for arrival.
Was not merely a god.
Not merely a ruler.
Not merely an immortal.
But something far older.
Far greater.
Far more terrifying.
And somewhere within the overwhelming power.
Buried beneath layers of divinity.
Deep within Eternia’s soul.
A forgotten girl briefly stirred.
Confused.
Sleeping.
Unaware.
As though she could faintly hear distant voices.
A familiar voice.
A kind voice.
Leon.
Another.
Kael.
Friends.
Laughter.
Snow.
Training.
Freedom.
Then darkness swallowed everything once more.
And the First Dream continued searching.
For the Axis of Harmony.
For a future only it could see.
And for a destiny rapidly approaching.
