Chaos Devourer System

41  Weapons Of gods

In the cold dark water of Atlantis. A gigantic aquatic organism in the shape of a huge octopus could be seen moving through the water at a speed faster than thrice the speed of sound.

Taking a closer look at the octopus, one would notice it pulling a golden-colored carriage behind it, which was covered by a strange blue barrier preventing the backlash on those within the carriage for moving with so much speed.

In the carriage...

Zeras sat opposite the man, his new gigantic silver trident resting on his lap.

"So, do you want to tell me what happened to Dyvan then," Zeras asked as they had been moving in the carriage for more than two hours now, and the silence was killing him?

The old man took a deep breath as he glanced outside the carriage without looking Zeras in the eye. Even though he was only staring at the cold dark waters.

Zeras could feel the man was no longer calm since they'd begun their journey.

"Do you remember what I told you about the war between Atlantis and the Skulls?

Even though Atlantis won, we only had three people surviving the war out of almost ten thousand soldiers.

That begs the question of how powerful are the Skulls. Well, the Skulls are not particularly strong physically. A middle-aged Athlanthean citizen should be able to take care of two adult male skulls without breaking a sweat.

But the remarkable thing about the Skulls is their weapons."

"Weapons?" Zeras asked not thinking a weapon could make a weak person suddenly so strong.

"Yes, weapons. You might perhaps be thinking that even if you give a baby a knife, he'll still end up losing a bare-handed man but you are wrong. The Skulls' weapons are in no way normal. They are god's Weapons." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"god Weapons?" Zeras asked stunned.

"Yes, god weapons. Each of their weapons possesses different powerful attributes. Granting their users extremely powerful powers. Powers beyond a mortal's understanding. That brought us to the conclusion that those weapons can only be forged by the gods themselves.

When we defeated the Skulls, King Atlas took some of the spoils of war which are those god-weapons. One of them is that dark armor and trident Dyvan was wearing." The old man said confidently.

Zeras was shocked by the information as he couldn't believe it was truly the weapon that caused Dyvan's spike in power. If he had been equally matched with Dyvan, then with Dyvan suddenly using that armor there was no doubt who the winner would have been.

"Of course. With greater powers comes greater consequences. Each weapon has its limitations. The more you use these weapons, the more it becomes damaging to you.

As for that weapon Dyvan used. Its consequence was taking away the user's life and Dyvan had all his life sucked away from continuously using it." The old man said without care.

"The reason the Skulls could use these weapons massively is due to their strange ability to endure the consequences. That is, if Dyvan had been a Skull, then there is a probability of him using it for double the time without running out of life force. That is the frightening power of the Skulls." The old man said, the fear in his voice impossible to conceal.

"But do you know what I'm most afraid of?" the man asked, staring into his eyes.

"What is it?"

"It is how Dyvan laid his hands on the weapon in the first place. And the answer to that is something I'm unwilling to accept." The old man said evoking a strange look from Zeras when his eyes suddenly widened in understanding.

"It...It can't be..." Zeras asked his voice quivering.

"Yes, it is. It can only be given to Dyvan by Sammodra himself. And if Sammodra got his hands on these weapons kept by King Atlas. Then I'll say being a Skull himself, this battle just grew ten times harder." The man said finally revealing his reason for dread.

Zeras sat down there numbed by the information, when he thought his fight with Sammodra would be a tough one. Now the difficulty bar was raised once again. Did the tower want him to fail so badly?

"I can only say do your best boy. And if there's something that can help you. It would be the waves I told you about. Just try to understand and comprehend them more. With them, there's a chance you can still win." The old man said, but even he wasn't completely sure of that.

A smile appeared on Zera's face as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the surrounding water trying to sense the waves in them, but he said silently to himself

'I'll win this fight, Old man as this isn't just a battle for Atlantis. It's a battle for a major step in my life. It's my only hope of achieving my goal.

There's no other option for me. It is either I win or fail. So rest assured old man, I'm not going to fail. Definitely.' Zeras said the word echoing within him as he decided all his time to understand this new source of power, the power of Waves.

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4 days later...

"We're here..." the voice of Plank rang out from outside as Zeras opened his eyes before muttering

"Is it finally happening?"

Moving out of the carriage, Zeras good there numbed as he gaped at the second most gigantic structure of his life right in front of him.

"Welcome people, to the Atlantis Palace."