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🔆Prologue🔆
"Do not cry, Rukkhadevata. In our next life, we will be born anew. Our memories will not be the same, but our reincarnations will bear our marks. The moon's mark has the soul of our beloved Nabu Malikata and mine will be the sun." Replies the dying King Deshret, looking at her dear friends weakly.
He was sitting on his golden throne, dying slowly while Greater Lord Rukkhadeveta was maintaining the barrier so that he wouldn't expel the corrupted energy to further destroy the land.
Behind the goddess was one of King Deshret's confidantes, Kasala, watching them silently.
The long white-haired goddess was crying silently, looking at her dear friend one last time.
"Even though my kingdom will come into almost in ruin, I believe they will make this land rise again. Will you take my dying wish to guide them into a great ruler than I?" The god asked them, and he closed his eyes in pain and sorrow while he was catching his breath.
"We will take your last wish and make our Nation great again, King Deshret. Your people will take care of them." Kasala, one of his close confidantes and his faithful high priest, swore to their dying King, mourning quietly to see their great king slowly fading away in front of his eyes.
His eyes didn't waver looking at his god, etching into his memory one last time, and he will record the history through their descendants so that he will not be forgotten.
"I accept to carry this burden to guide the reincarnations to rule your land someday, but on two conditions." The Dendro Archon said firmly.
King Deshret's golden eyes fluttered slowly, and his eyes were no longer bright because of how exhausted he was unlike before.
"What is it, my dear friend?" He replied softly while he was breathless.
"The forbidden knowledge would not be passed to them as we know what dangers lie ahead, and they will have an opportunity to learn knowledge at Akademiya." She replied.
King Deshret heard her, and he nodded while he closed his eyes again.
"They shouldn't know this forbidden knowledge as I realized that it only brings suffering just like what Nabu Malikata said, and I don't want history to repeat itself. So be it." He said in a ragged breath.
"My time... has finally come... I will see my beloved once more... The Mausoleum that I built will contain most of my energy. The two of you must leave before it expels." Informed the dying king.
The Dendro Archon used her half-divine energy to maintain the barrier, and she knew that her friend would not lie because of how well prepared he was for his inescapable fate in advance. Also, she has another role to do outside, knowing the consequences of her action.
Kasala and Rukkhadevata bowed slightly one last time respectfully.
"Farewell, Deshret. I hope in your next life, you and I will be friends, together with Nabu Malikata." She told one of her wishes in finality, and then she approached Kasala until she was in front of him, reaching out her hand so that they would teleport out of this place.
Kasala looked at his dying King.
"Your Majesty. You brought your people peace, joy, and prosperity in your rule, and we will always be grateful. Even though we are powerless against what comes after this, we will not blame you for what you have done so far." Replied Kasala passionately and sincerely, and then he knelt on the floor, prostrating in front of his King.
"I believe that we will rise again like what you said. We will soar like the wings of an eagle, and I will inform your people of the great news of the reincarnations that soon take your throne." He replied while showing his loyalty.
"Kasala, my high priest, I am pleased with your loyalty and comfort, and I hope that your future descendants will follow after my reincarnation." The Scarlet King said.
"I swore that my descendants will, Your Highness. You can rest assured." He replied confidently, and then he stood up properly.
His golden eyes fluttered open, seeing them one last time.
"Go. I will remain here and do my last duty." He replied in command.
Kasala held the goddess' hand without hesitation to follow his last order, and the two of them disappeared with a bright light.
King Deshret rose from his throne, and he teleported towards the second-most top of the Mausoleum.
He threw his spear and his headdress away while walking toward the altar, signifying that his reign was over while he learned to humble himself.
When he was in front of the altar, he used his remaining energy to sacrifice himself, closing his eyes while his body was covered with golden divine energy to save his people one last time.
Outside the Mausoleum, Greater Lord Rukkhadevata used her remaining strength to protect King Deshret's people to shield the energy away.
She was floating in mid-air, covered with green divine energy.
How fortunately that his people already evacuated while Kasala was with them.
The small mausoleums around the desert glowed white in energy, and she knew that those small mausoleums would help her endeavor to save this place as much as she can.
The Gigantic Mausoleum began to glow brightly, and she knew what his dear friend was doing one last time as a ruler, protecting this place with his last remaining energy.
After that, the corrupted energy got cleansed with their powers, but she knew it was not enough.
Rukkhadevata's tears were shed silently while she went into Irminsul immediately to check if the Ley Lines were flowing normally.
Unfortunately, she noticed a dark spot in one of her branches, and she approached and touched it gently.
"I see... I have been corrupted." She replied softly, closing her eyes while her body glowed softly, and she tried to purify her almost depleted strength.
Her adult body shrunk until her size turned into a child, but the stained branch slowly purified itself.
She knew it was a temporary solution, and she realized her fate was unavoidable. But for the sake of Sameru, she will protect it until the end even her people's memories of her will be forgotten.
She opened her emerald eyes in determination, and yet she felt deep regret that Nabu Malikata and King Deshret's reincarnations would not meet her, but she hoped her descendant would fulfill that wish of hers.
With a soft smile, she began to plan and do her last duties.
As 500 years passed, a new generation comes.
🌜To be Continued 🌛