"Yes, one was of frost and the other of fire. I can sense parts of it in you both." The knight revealed.
At once, both understood that the knight was talking about Niflheim and Muspelheim.
"Heck I can even sense you using my methods to control it as well." The knight looked at Wilhelm.
Seeing his gaze was directed at him, Wilhelm was silent for a moment before his eyes gleamed.
"You mean you're the first practitioner of the Frost Core?" He asked.
The knight nodded.
"It was a gift from my...…. teacher" The knight spoke slowly.
The knight then turned to Rachel.
"And you should thus be the one who has my fire, I was observing you for quite a while."
Rachel nodded in response.
Wilhelm then asked.
"What happened to you? Why are you in this place?"
The knight froze as he heard this question and sighed.
"It won't hurt to know a bit more in your final moments." The knight spoke with a bitter tone.
"Firstly, Paradise is unable to create more Souls, only Deities are able to do such, so the Souls in Paradise are all limitlessly recycled to prevent resource shortage and all the Souls that are reincarnated are also the Souls of those who existed before Paradise formed. Everyone's Soul is at least at the level of a Saint to the maximum degree of a Fallen Deity."
"My Soul is such an example, being of the stage beyond Saint. My true self then was exterminated and before death, reincarnated his Soul into two halves, each having half of his power."
"Fire and Frost?" Rachel interjected.
"No no no, that's far too weak, that is only the vestiges of the original power which is born from the Soul being constantly reincarnated. Each time I reincarnated, my powers weakened gradually till the point they regressed to weaker variations. That is your power and also the power I once had."
"Thus the powers had weakened by a lot when I was entrusted to them as a reincarnation of that Quasi-Deity. Due to certain events, by the time I acquired them, I could only wield its frost and nothing more, and frost without the fire to control it can grow and become critically dangerous. Thus my family at that time sent me off to an individual to help me control it.That was how I was given the Frost Core method."
The knight sighed.
"Then something happened,I don't know what but because of it, all who were connected to my teacher were punished. I was brought before The Ministers, who seeing my past identity resolved to spare me if I gave them my powers. I was a child back then, in fear I conceded and willingly gave my frost to one of them who wore a snarky grin."
"And the flame?" Rachel questioned.
"The flames were too deep hidden in the recesses of my Soul and thus they ripped it out, nearly destroying it and killing me. They later healed me by sealing me in this place, saying that my duty would serve as penance for offending them." The knight's voice was tinged with rage.
Now it made sense to Wilhelm why the knight was so aggressive during the undead battles.
Imagine being sealed in a dark place and unable to die for who knows how long and when you are able to do something, you see your powers that was ripped out of you being used against you.
The rage now was completely understandable.
The knight looked on at Rachel.
"Your flame has diminished significantly, it has only power to burn at its mortal limit only once before it's gone." The knight then turned to Wilhelm.
"But your frost is much peculiar, instead of diminishing, it's been growing, being fed by those Ministers for years I assume. It has in terms of quantity of Aether already equaled its original half, however its quality is still low. Tell me, is there something that lives within your mind and gives you the power of frost?" The knight questioned.
Wilhelm paused, his mind wandering to the figure of Polaris.
Seeing Wilhelm's reaction, the knight understood that he had struck correctly and started laughing.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, so that's what happened! Kid, listen to me, you have already lost. That being inside your mind may say itself to be something else but it isn't, it's a damn parasite that was born due to the Aether conglomerating on itself and creating a consciousness. It desperately seeks a physical body and now it has found one, you!" The knight explained and continued laughing.
Wilhelm's face however remained unchanged.
He had guessed this a long time ago, that perhaps he was just an incubator designed to nurture something and now it seems he was correct. He was meant to serve as the body for Polaris.
That was why Polaris had been so quiet the past few years.
Wilhelm didn't panic.
It didn't matter.
He was just a simple mortal, stuck between the machinations of beings he will never comprehend.
Thus to think about such topics was useless.
He wasn't God after all.
Perhaps it didn't matter if even the world was destroyed.
The Deities surely know how to survive it.
Nothing Matters
Nothing Matters
Nothing Matters
Nothing Matters
The struggles of the individual are but footprints in the sand that will be wiped by the uncaring waves of time.
To think was to matter about something.
It's better not to think at all.
Nothing Matters.
"Nothing matters." Wilhelm muttered, his pupils getting larger.
The knight seeing this chuckled.
"Well the end is here. Die with an open heart." The knight stood up and walked to it's throne.
After sitting on it, it looked at its guests.
"Edmond Fowl completes his role!" The knight roared.
Cracks began to appear on its armor which spread rapidly.
Soon it crumbled.
Edmond Fowl had perished at last.
Right then, from behind the throne, another figure arose.
Rachel's eyes widened as she sensed what it was.
A Saint!