644 Are You Sure He Isn't A God? (2)
In fact, Ralais wasn't the only one currently entertaining such thoughts. As the rest of the Prismerions stared at Orion's figure, they couldn't help but wonder if Orion was Naka. After all, it wasn't that difficult to conclude that the extraordinary feats they had just witnessed were things only a god could accomplish, and Orion had just performed them before their eyes.
Meanwhile, as the mountain ascended into the air, reaching a certain distance, it abruptly stopped. Then, unexpectedly, the mountain began to tremble again and shrink. It continued shrinking shockingly to the extent that what stood before Orion was no longer an enormous mountain but one of hand size.
As Orion stretched out his palm, the hand-sized mountain was immediately drawn to his hand, spinning terrifyingly before abruptly stopping. Then, in the blink of an eye, the hand-sized mountain transformed into a streak of light, vanishing onto Orion's right arm.
On Orion's right shoulder, an image of a brown miniature mountain mark suddenly appeared and etched itself onto his skin.
Orion took a deep breath and exhaled, sensing that he had fully taken control of the mountain. Although he had no immediate use for the mountain, he was confident he would in the future. After completing the task, he looked at the terrifying deep chasm in the air and then turned around, walking back toward the large box.
As Orion did so, the reverence in the Prismerions' eyes grew more profound, and even the gap they had left for him to walk through became slightly larger.
Queen Selene noticed their gaze and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. Even she had almost begun to believe that Orion was a god, given all the remarkable things he had done for them since his appearance.
He arrived at the right times when they needed help, played a crucial role in their success in the trial below the garden, defeated White Flame, and restored balance to the Prismerian Kingdom. He was now leading them safely through the Vylkr vines to their new home.
In fact, it would be even stranger if they didn't entertain such thoughts after witnessing all of his actions.
Meanwhile, Orion didn't notice anything peculiar about their behaviour. He assumed it was expected, considering they had just witnessed him telekinetically pull out a mountain that had imprisoned them, a source of torment for several thousand years.
Once he reached the large box, he nodded at Fifi before lifting it and balancing it on his shoulder.
"Let's go," Orion said, his voice resounding through the air due to the terrifying silence in the surroundings, penetrating their ears.
As Orion walked forward, leading the way with others behind him, the Prismerions, including those still on their knees, immediately stood up and followed behind him, afraid of being left behind or caught by the grasps of the Vylkr vines.
Queen Selene ensured her warriors remained at the edge of the Vylkr vines to protect them, even though she knew they could do minor damage compared to the warriors from Orion's Village, who seemed much more adept at destroying them. She understood that having them there was better than leaving the task to ordinary citizens.
Once she was done focusing, she turned her attention forward, her eyes fixed on Orion's back as he carried the box correctly on his shoulders and walked on.
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The Village
"Mom, Dad, I'm on my way to the farm. Warrior Jean will be taking us to the strongholds we have chosen for the test today," Tala said as she tidied up any spare tulga she might need, putting them in her sack and some kalna fruits for a snack.
She hung the sack firmly on her shoulders, her cutlass gripped securely in her hands.
"Ah~~ do you want me to escort you, dear?"
"Pahh~~ pah~~"
Tala initially shook her head at her mother's offer but then hesitated, eventually nodding slowly. No matter how brave she was, she still felt anxious and fearful.
After several months of training and preparing to be a warrior with Warrior Jean, this would be the first time heading to the stronghold. She realized that having someone escort her to the farm might ease her uneasiness.
"PAHH~~ PAHH~~"
"...Alright... Uh~~~ I will be done in a few seconds," Salia responded with a warm smile on her face, observing her daughter's expression.
Though Tala was strong, with a confident attitude to back up her strength, it wasn't hard for her, who was her mother, to see through her nervousness.
Tala's nervousness was natural since this would be the first time she would go to the stronghold.
Salia turned her head to look at her husband, whose hands were tightly gripping both sides of her waist as he stood behind her, thrusting in and out of his wife's wet entrance, "Ah~~ Be quick, sweetheart, remember today is Tala's first time at the stronghold… Uh~~ and we don't want to be late," she said with glazing eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm already…. It's coming!" Thak said before abruptly stopping and releasing into his wife's wet entrance.
Once done, he released his grasp from his wife's waist and turned to look at his daughter.
"Which stronghold did you decide to join?" Thak asked.
However, Salia immediately adjusted her tulga before pinching her husband on the side of his waist.
"Ouch..."
"Did you forget what she told us yesterday about which stronghold she would join?" Salia said with a fierce glare directed at Thak.
Thak coughed lightly in response, "You know that I've been coming back late lately because of the changes in the Village. It's not easy to be the Village chief's messenger at a time like this, you know," Thak said with a wry smile.
Saria sighed tiredly, "Tala has chosen to join the Leftward Stronghold. It's a wise decision if you ask me because there is a chance that the Rightward Stronghold might become chaotic again if no Stronghold Leader is chosen soon," Salia said.
Thak nodded his head in understanding.
