When Soshyan arrived at the entrance to the deepest room in the passage, Savita, who had taken off his power armor and put on a robe, was sitting next to the altar waiting for him.
This circular room seems to have almost no furnishings. The altar in the middle is a jet black stone tablet. Although it does not look like an altar in shape, it is already engraved with strange symbols.
Sevatar sat to the right of the entrance, facing the shrine, with incense lamps burning on either side of the winged silver skull.
Above the shrine, the grimoire was wrapped in a strong aroma.
The blessed chains were wrapped tightly around the relic, and somehow it seemed to Soshyan that it was trying to break free.
The rest of the walls around the room consist of rows of shrines containing numerous parchment scrolls.
Soshyan looked at the grimoire and then at Sevita.
The Prince of Crows was also watching him carefully.
"You heard the singing."
Soshyan nodded.
"Yes."
The singing began to become clearer, but he used the power of gray marrow to push the torrent of blasphemy to the back of his head and focus on Sevatar - with the emergence of the power of gray marrow, the grimoire suddenly became quiet. down.
To be honest, he rarely had the opportunity to talk alone with this former great traitor.
When not summoned, Sevatar usually stays in his room, and no one can find him when he is not needed.
"Close the door."
Soshyan did as he was told, the heavy door scraping against the marble floor.
With a loud bang, the door closed.
Then Sevita pointed to the manuscript in front of him, and Soshyan walked to the table and checked the parchment.
He saw a litany of cryptic spells, filled with dark promises of pain, blood, and punishment.
Some are about visions of burning galaxies, some are about the fall of heroes, and some are about the development of something incomprehensible, but they are all recorded in precise and smooth handwriting.
"Do you know what this is?"
"I guess this is some kind of prophecy."
"That's right."
Sevatar snorted, took out a sphere from his belt bag, and pressed the activation rune.
Immediately, a life-size image formed by a blue light appeared in front of the two people.
A man appeared on a throne he had never seen before.
Although he was stooped and wild, he could not hide the beauty of his strong physique, nor could he hide the aura of a barbarian nobleman.
The image is not so clear due to the distortion of the screen, but the appearance of this person is memorable - a dark face, thin cheekbones, tangled teeth, and an evil smile blooming out of sincere happiness.
"This is my original body, my genetic father, the madman who has been cursed by you for ten thousand years, Konrad Curze."
This was Soshyan's image of seeing the original body at such a close range. Even after ten thousand years, he could still imagine how great and terrifying this incredible existence was.
Even a strange thought jumped into Soshyan's mind.
All Primarchs are blood brothers, so is his genetic Primarch somewhat similar to the person in front of him?
The thought startled him.
"What kind of person is he...?"
Somehow, he asked a strange question. In fact, this question should be irrelevant to him.
A strange smile appeared on Sevita's face.
"Humans? They were never human."
"this……"
"There was once a warrior-like baby, 20 gods in the child stage. Perhaps they were born from their mothers' bodies, just like human children... Perhaps, he created them like an artist painting, or he simply gave them Life, who knows? But what is known is that they were separated, scattered like seeds among the stars. They were separated from their fathers and grew up, each reflecting adoption. Shadows of their planet, shaped by the people who adopted them, inheriting the kindness and cruelty of those who were strangers.”
Sevatar paused for a moment.
In Soshiyang's mind, he saw a baby with skin as white as snow falling into the devastated sky.
The wind and clouds blew into his eyes, and then he was completely swallowed and digested by the darkness in front of him.
"One of the twenty infants fell farther and deeper than the other Primarchs... He descended into a world without daylight, a world where cruelty was higher than kindness, a world where honor was regarded as absurd. Child, this untamed beast has not been adopted by anyone, no one has taught him mercy, and he has no mother to lean on when the nightmare comes. Among these scattered primarchs, these lost babies, he is the only one who has not been adopted. Taught right and wrong, good and evil.”
Said Sevatar, letting out a giggle.
"Oh, of course, each Primarch has his own creed. What is 'right' and what is 'wrong'? It just depends on each person's point of view. When their sense of right and wrong matures, under the mentor or brother Under their influence, they have their own concept of rewards and punishments, and in the end, no matter what the situation they were in, they came to the same conclusion: what they think is right is right, and what is wrong is That’s what they want to punish.”
"Shouldn't the Primarch's mind be something other than mortals?"
Soshyan was confused.
"That child who fell into darkness, what happened to him?"
Sevatar smiled again.
"He had no mentors, no one to take him in, so he grew up alone... Because no one gave him food, he learned to hunt to feed himself, and because no one was there to help him when he was haunted by nightmares or... To comfort him when he was beset by visions, he became strong and cunning, overcoming his nightmare and learning to interpret and suppress it.”
Soshyan had heard from Thor and Brother Seid that the original body of the Eighth Legion had the ability to predict the future.
"...No one taught him what justice was, so as a child he did something that no one had ever done before or since - he practiced it himself! He saw people's hard-heartedness and cruelty, and then he recorded it. Do you know what he learned, Soshyan, from seeing the efficiency and peace that arise out of fear and violence when power is misused?"
"It's...what?"
"He realized a truth - strength is justice. He understood that if he wanted to defeat the beasts lurking in the darkness, he only had to be the most powerful one among the beasts! If he wanted to punish the murderer , then he just needs to become a more thorough killer. If he wants to bring peace and equality to this world, oh, he wants it so much, then he must eradicate every filth that stands in front of him and use their Weapons against them.”
Sevatar glanced at his halberd.
"He knew there was only one weapon he could wield, more powerful than any gun and sharper than any sword."
The Prince of Crows leaned down in front of Soshyan, with a certain sense of oppression.
"The weapon is fear."
Soshiyang swallowed, not daring to take his eyes away from the Prince of Crows.
Sevatar continued his narrative, more quietly than before, like a whisper.
"Gangsters, thieves, rapists, murderers - they have a tight grip on the world, and because everyone is afraid of them, this warrior of the wilderness becomes the one thing that can stop them, the one thing that can even stop 'em. 'Things learned in fear... He became the Midnight Ghost. He taught people justice in fear, making this world that was previously only violent and chaotic become efficient and peaceful, alone in the darkness, relying only on himself. Power benefits everyone.”
The Crow Prince's dark eyes stared at him, waiting for his response.
Soshyan was shocked by this story.
Of course, who wouldn’t?
"if……"
Slowly, Soshyan subconsciously expressed his inner thoughts.
“… He uses fear as a tool to punish sinners, but what about when He himself commits sin?”
Savita was stunned for a second.
Then he laughed, so loudly that the whole stone room seemed to be shaking, and tears seemed to ooze from the corners of his eyes.
After three full minutes, his laughter stopped.
"I finally understand why He chose you... Soshyan."
