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''I'll do it.'' Eileen had declared immediately after her arrival.
Everyone inside the room was shocked by this bold declaration; not even Old Trek had seen this coming; he knew Eileen was eavesdropping for a while but thinking that she would be so bold to openly declare that she would take the risk even when knowing what it entails.
''El, are you sick? Why did you come out? Immediately go back and-" Eliard could not finish his words before getting interrupted by his daughter, which shocked him as she had never done something like that before.
''Papa, please, I'm an adult; I'm 19 years old. I can decide on my own, and I said I'd do it. You know me too well that once I decide to do something, even God can change it. I'm ready to let's begin.'' Eileen declared and stood firmly gazing directly into his father's colored eyes, the same as her.
Once again, the Old men from the council were surprised by Eileen's demeanor when she talked; this reminds them of Great Baba's back when she was still young and full of energy.
Gulp!
They gulped, and finally, they understood why Great Baba had said that if it's Eileen, she might be able to do it.
''Aiy! My daughter has finally grown up. Fine, I understand, we will follow Great Baba's suggestion, but first, we must plan things; now it is the time for the new batch of immortal otherworlders to come up, we will use them.'' Eliard said after massaging his forehead, he felt compelled to do so.
''Thank you, Papa, I love you the most,'' Eileen said and started jumping up and down, forgetting that she was in the presence of the elders, elders who smiled not the least bothered by Eileen's behavior.
''Ay Ay! I love you too, sweetie. Now shoo shoo go away, let the adults talk.'' Eliard said, chasing his daughter away.
Although she wished to stay a little longer, Eileen understood that she couldn't; after blowing her tongue at her father, she left the meeting room.
The last thing she heard before going into the garden was.
''We will sacrifice the immortal otherworlders.''
It was her father's voice; there was a hint of coldness inside his voice he had never felt before, it gave her goosebumps, and she hastily left the scene.
Then there was a sudden blur in the flashbacks as if someone was pressing fast forward, this continued until it finally stopped on one of the memories; it was a bit fragmented as Eileen had started to get assimilated by the sealed spirit said to be the key to ascend, to climb to the next level.
It was a scene which gave Alex shivers, he saw Old Trek secretly using the head of an old woman and from Eileen's reaction in this memory, Alex rapidly guessed whom this head belonged to; it must be the famous Great Baba. Then if it was true, as someone well versed in divination, she must have seen it coming, this question emerged in Alex's mind, but he rapidly shook it off as he focused on the ongoing memory.
Eileen's memory continued to play, and Alex saw Old Trek secretly modifying the giant crimson underground formation. He immediately understood why the mayor Eliard who shouldn't have been dragged into the sacrifice, got dragged in. Although despicable what Eliard did, sacrificing hundreds of players and NPCs alike just for the sake of ascending, what disgusted Alex the most were Old Trek backstabbing them; Alex hated one thing more than anything, which is betrayal; this hate ran deep in his bones, it's unknown if it would change in the future.
Upon seeing what Old Trek had down, Alex immediately put him on a must-kill list; he absolutely wouldn't spare him. He believed there was a reason for the almost transformed Eileen to show him her memories; it must be because she wished to ask him to avenge them. As Alex expected at the end of the memory, an illusionary figure of Eileen appeared, she looked sick than usual.
'I Guess for a dying person, it's normal.' Alex thought while observing Eileen vigilantly; although he doubted that he could ever resist if she were to try anything in this conscious world, she was the owner of, Alex was still vigilant.
''Greetings immortal otherworlder, my name is Eileen,'' Eileen said and curtsied elegantly.
Alex just nodded and waited for her to continue; Eileen didn't waste time and directly told Alex why she pulled him into her consciousness.
''I will cut to the chase as you have seen Old Trek betrayed us, and I want to avenge us. I know that coming from me, the daughter of the one that slaughtered your kin like cattle, it might sound funny, but I'm desperate, so do not have any other choice other than seeking your help.'' Eileen took a deep breath before slowly explaining what was happening.
''We are both dying, but unlike me, you can come back but let me tell you something which you don't know; every one of those sacrificed may come back because of your unique trait of reviving after death, but this time it will be different. Maybe it's because I have merged with her. Still, this thing, this dragon, has the special ability to snatch ability, so every who ended dying becoming her sacrifice would lose something even after reviving.''
Eileen's declaration was like a huge slap on Alex's face; more than ever, he felt the urgency of not dying; he wished to lose none of his skills and abilities as they are precious to each one of them.
Finally, Eileen revealed a smile upon seeing the strong will to live from Alex's avatar; she knew she had her chance.
''Please me help me destroy that bastard after killing this thing. The bastard planned to control the beast after her complete awakening; it would be a disaster if this were to happen; you must stop him. Of course, I am not saying to do it for free; I shall help you break free from your restrain, only momentarily, but it would be enough to send you into the deepest part of your consciousness where your Gift is; you can communicate with it, if you agree you can temporarily borrow her strength, I can help you and lastly I can help you acquire a mystical beast as a companion. How do my offers sound?" Eileen offered; at the end of her offer, she was smiling, a smile which seemed totally harmless but couldn't escape Alex's sharp eyes; looking at those honey-colored eyes, Alex concluded.
'She is a crafty one.'
Before getting ready to tell her his answer.