Page 25 of The Gods Veiling
Now all I need is all my power released from the Gods Binding, and I’ll never have to fear losing this knowledge.
“So, dear Amick, are you going to share what you discovered or failed to discover?” Riven asks as soon as I walk back up.
“No.”
He opens his mouth to attempt to antagonize me, but Kyzen holds his hand up. “Leave it be. He’ll tell us when he has enough information or when he’s ready.”
He’s correct. There’s no use sharing information until I have enough for us to meticulously plan.
“Let’s go.”
“I thought the High Chancellor said you could leave with enough time to change and come back?” Kyzen asks.
“You thought? You heard him clearly. There’s nothing to think about.”
He pinches his nose and sighs. “I was reiterating the question because you agreed, now you’re telling us to go.”
“Well, that was just a waste of a question. I never had any intentions of wasting hours just standing here.” I turn on my heels and head toward the door.
As we step outside, I’m tempted not to take a deep breath just so I can hold onto the scent of parchment and ink. The moment the fresh air that’s tainted with a floral fragrance hits my nose, it’ll disrupt the thoughts I’m organizing in my mind.
My brothers’ voices end up being the cause of distraction. With no silence in sight for the next few moments, I ignore them as I take in the repulsive arrangements that greet us.
The center structure is the Gods Sanctum, where our poor, unsuspecting Chosen will soon be entering upon their arrival. They’ll learn here shortly, they’ve entered not only Godsden, but the Godsdawn.
The most sacred of all places in this realm.
On one of its sides is the Athenaeum we just walked out of. On the other is the horribly designed and most times overcrowded Hailtorium. The building is a split design of the healing villas and the dining hall. A place for healing the body in more ways than one.
Scattered across the land of the Godsdawn, there’s housing for the gods. All tiers of them are found here. Aside from the Beginning Gods who decided they’d ascend even higher.
There’re temples, meadows, grasslands, forests, structures for training depending on your domain, and lastly, my least favorite, the Gods Court.
Its original use was for the gods to congregate under the stars and attempt to communicate with the Valories some millennia ago. As times changed, guidance and resources from the creator evolved, the Gods Court was turned into training grounds that prepare us to defend our region from our most well-kept secret.
A nasty little secret only the Chancellors and Defenders dare speak out loud about.
The god in charge of training is useless in all aspects, in my opinion. His methods of teaching are counterproductive. He’d have more promising results if his sole focus wasn’t making sure everyone knows he’s—physically—the strongest.
I’ve offered my services. He wasn’t receptive and Creed told me I insulted him.
I didn’t care enough to ask how.
My arm shoots out to stop Kyzen from walking any farther. His and Riven’s lack of awareness is nothing new. I’m not the least bit shocked when Creed stops walking alongside us but Riven continues running his mouth and collides with the passing god I blocked Kyzen from.
The man falls to the ground, dropping the decorations in his hands, and curses Riven as he attempts to scramble to his feet. I study him as he goes on about conceited asshole gods thinking they own this place.
Poor fool should’ve looked who he ran into.
The decorations that were scattered about end up wrapping his body from head to toe as Riven dances around him laughing.
“What the fuck do you think—” His eyes widen dramatically once Riven removes the wrapping from his face and he notices me. He stumbles over his words. “Rising Chancellor, my apologies. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
That title is dreadful.
One I have zero intention of ever pursuing to its full extent.
“The gods, in fact, do own this place and your lack of attention to your surroundings was obvious, but you didn’t run into me.”
