It was a rare sight for Her Holiness, the inal Saint, to actually threaten someone. Usually, she only spoke the truth and would do exactly as she said.
But Burn didn't know that.
The members of the assembly stood up in horror. The Dwarf King's typically stoic expression faltered, the Elven Queen's regal posure wavered, and even the usually aloof Vd showed a flicker of .
“Miss Momo… nay, Your Holiness, please resider thy decision,” Vd said.
The mighty Ali's shimmering mane seemed to lose its luster in the faan's wrath, while the taur Chief's usually grounded demeanor shifted to one of uainty.
Tashr looked at every single face, begging them to say something tan. Anything. And her eyes nded on Burn, who was still sitting there, enjoying the spectacle.
The Beastkin Sn's fierce gaze dimmed, the Werewolf Alpha's bravado wavered, and the Merfolk Monarch's tranquil aura rippled with unease.
But it was the female dragon who bore the brunt of Man's ire, her humanoid form visibly trembling as if even the scales on her back couldn't protect her from her scathing words. Each member, no matter how powerful or majestic, paled in parison to the Holy Saint’s wrath.
"Thou must five me, Miss Momo," Isaiah calmly pleaded, his voice filled with remorse. "I do fess mine own fault and humbly beseech thee to cease thine anger and accept my si apology."
It was his fault that he had allowed these dragon younglings onto the assembly’s premises.
“Lord Pendragon, please say something,” Tashr begged.
Nayanika found herself trembling like a fragile leaf in a storm, her normally prideful scales now resembling a chihuahua's shivers.
The Holy Saint's icy gre had turned her fiery bravado into a mere flicker, redug her majestic preseo that of a scared kitten trapped in a dragon's body.
Her attempt at a defiant snarl was more of a nervous twitch, her ears drooping as if they'd fotten how hold up. The aura of power she usually exuded now seemed to have taken aended vacation, leaving behind a stammering, pathetic mess of a creature.
“Calling my husband a ibal… how must I take this offense?”
As Man's words echoed in the chamber, Nayanika couldn't decide if she wao roar in indignation or simply hide under a rotil the storm passed.
After all, being on the receiving end of the inal Saint's wrath was like asking for a sunburn in a supernova - painful, unnecessary, and likely to leave a sting scar on her reptilian ego.
In that moment, Nayanika realized that even a dragon had its limits, and fag the musi a saint was definitely one of them.
“My wet nurse warned me about women like you… I was hoping she was right,” Burn suddenly said.
Silence.
Just as every being ihat room turo him, Burn saw the look on Man’s face. She looked so doh him, her anger evaporated.
“Momo Baby, I don’t think I eat lizard’s eggs. Let’s… stick to chis’, okay?” Burn said. “A’s agree that you’ve chewed her out enough; it be sidered another act of Sapiophagy, figuratively.”
Burn was meant to say, ‘You’re delightful, I want to eat you instead,’ but he refrained in front of the other race leaders.
He knocked oable and hummed. “Do you guys know the reason why people's souls seem to ‘leak’ out when they are born with Soulnaught Syndrome?”
Man took a deep breath and posed herself the moment Burn decided to expin himself. At the same time, everyone seemed to notice how the pressure had been lifted from their heads.
“If every single soul has an equal ce to learn and ma magic through their soul, then why 't someoh Soulnaught Syndrome access that privilege, no matter what?” Burn asked once more.
Everyoarted to listen closely to what he was about to say.
“I have a proven theory,” Burn expined, “that it is due to the innate dise between the soul and body.”
Man widened her eyes. That... actually made sense.
“The body, or mortality, is a tool the soul uses to exist in this world. It also be called a fine, if you will. But someoh Soulnaught Syndrome is born with a soul irely within their body,” Burn tinued.
“It means... there's something causing them to be born with a weak e?” Man asked.
"Existeat, perhaps? I do remember from my earliest memory that I don’t feel any attat to this world or my time here in my earliest memory. Almost like I wasn’t supposed to be created, or exist at all,” Burn answered.
Man’s eyes faltered.
“That’s not… an acceptable reason,” Man said. “God will never do that to anyone.”
“I believe so too, Man,” Burn nodded. “I am sure there’s something else causing it, because any attempt to fix it with holy power is unsuccessful.”
Burn shook his head, smiling. “Sometimes I’m afraid God had no hands in my creation, or I was wrong and He was just trying t me ba as fast as possible.”
He knew any kind of siess, no matter what form, was a way to absolve creatures of all sin, promising paradise after death. If life was a test, then his test was siess.
And Soulnaught Syndrome was just one of many incurable diseases.
“But I just chose to sin aed the promised reward,” Burn said, staring straight at Man’s wet, glistening eyes. He sighed, “This world needs order.”
Burn had e to find out that the outsiders had lots ions from their worlds. One world could have thousands ions, with people worshiping multiple deities, sometimes without any e to the others.
It was strahat in this world, hermere, there was only one known God, and no one ever questio.
"Regardless of the reason, I've found a way tthen the e between my soul and my body." Burn stood up and walked over tan, smiling. "Like a man and a woman, like the opposite poles that bring the earth together, I o find the ingredient to fix the dise."
Shaking his head, Burn tinued, "It 't be only o has to be two. I've studied many literature, tless mythical books, and magical herbs—yin and yang, cold and hot, the sun and the moon, anything and everything."
"I've almost ed every si in this world. Healing and toxic, poison and medie—nothing works," Burn said, turning to Eos the Ali and Aidyl the Merman. "Until I found out that both merfolk meat and unieat save a life, but they ot be eaten together."
"It might sound terintuitive, but apparently, it's because unis have the power to purify with their light, while merfolk have the power to allure their oppos into the darkness of the o."
Burn tinued, "Like fire and water. You could burn the hell out of people or drowhe two of you are exact opposites. Unis e from the light of the sky, and merfolks e from the deepest part of the o's abyss. It just feels... right."
"Just like soul and body," he cluded.
“That’s why I hunted for the most depraved member of your races and ate them without remorse.”
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