In Tra-el, the months are named after each one of these constellations to honor them.
They weren’t particularly gods… in fact, in no history have they ever been noted taking action on their own.
In a sense, they were almost non-existent.
But the core of their importance to the world, especially to Drifters, was that when one became a Sage, their soul took on a personality, and it was usually one of these twelve constellations.
That did not mean one’s soul conformed entirely to the embodiment of that constellation; it just meant that the said constellation served as a foundation for their soul’s personality and much more… their Stellar Body when they became Paragons.
Terence nodded to what Northern said and responded:
“As a vessel of Ul, I was taught by my mother not to have any shred of doubt, as it could turn out to be a very dangerous weapon sharpened against my own self. Even if Ul is wrong, then I am wrong… such is my fate.”
She paused for a heartbeat and continued:
“I am not granted the freedom and liberty to choose when it comes to Ul. And I am content with that life; I didn’t choose it, and I most certainly don’t want to end it.”
Northern sighed.
“Is it difficult?”
“Being a vessel of an overwhelming amount of soul essence, so overwhelming that I can accurately discern that of others? Well, it surely is difficult, but I think sometimes the benefits outweigh the difficulties.”
She stopped but remembered something, then again came her voice:
“Since we are on the topic of soul essence. Do you know that you do not have a soul essence, you do not have a soul core too?”
A slight frown furrowed on Northern’s brows.
“I can feel you getting angry.”
“I suppose you have told Raven about that?”
“No, I haven’t… I only tell Raven what she asks, what is for her good, and what I’m sure of. Your situation, however, causes me to be so confused. You have no soul core and soul essence, but yet I can read a certain essence from you, the voice of Ul in your soul is very low, almost as if it’s being suppressed by something else.”
“Thanks… While I do appreciate the analysis about me, it’s getting quite uncomfortable.”
The two of them became silent for another while. But Northern’s gaze was on her throughout, he was thinking deeply.
He finally sat up and crossed his leg, then he asked her,
“So let’s say, what you know about me is something that you are sure about, and Raven asks, you’ll tell her, right?”
“I most certainly will. I owe her everything, including my life. Sadly, my life is not mine to give, so this is the best I can do.”
“Are you telling me to be cautious around you?”
“Are you not already cautious around all of us, Northern?”
Northern chuckled slightly.
‘For some reason, she seems edgy today. Is she still angry from what that darned Sage did to her?’
Terence moved her head down slightly and said:
“Northern, please, can I ask for a favor?”
Northern nodded,
“Sure.”
“Can you blindfold me?”
“Huh? Why?” The request took Northern by surprise.
“Just because I don’t want to see anything in this place…”
Northern arched a brow, “I don’t understand.”
“It’s just me trying to shield my faith.”
Northern looked around the walls and returned his eyes to Terence, finally understanding.
“Oh, so you are protecting yourself from this much information as they may provide a fact about Ul that could lead you to doubt.”
Terence was silent for a few breaths, then she uttered again:
“Please blindfold me.”
“Sure.” He stood up and moved closer to her.
Simultaneously, she extended a black cloth to him.
Northern took it and folded it around her eyes, then tied it tautly behind her head.
Just then, Helena and Raven came downstairs.
They paused in their steps as they saw the two of them.
“Geez… you couldn’t have chosen a much safer place,” Helena commented with downturned lips.
Northern was at first urged to let her know it’s not what she thought.
But sometimes, as humans, we need to resist the urge to explain.
He ignored her and walked away from Terence, before he could sit down back, however, Raven’s voice touched the air.
“Northern, please come with us. We found something.”
Northern looked up at her and straightened his back.
“What is that?”
“A secret door.”
Northern’s eyes immediately widened.
‘Of course, of course there was a secret door!’
Northern’s thought was not because this was a Tower, and Towers like this were always designed to have secret doors.
But rather because Fagnur, the writer of these scripts, spoke of something about a hidden tome.
In his description, he talked about all ten rooms and the purpose they were supposed to serve.
The reason why this Tower was built.
Whose prison it was supposed to be.
Which was none other than the Chaos Prince himself.
Of course, while reading it, Northern had figured out the reason why the Tower was calling him.
It was simply resonating with the Vestige of Chaos and Void that was in him.
If he was to be exact… he would say of Chaos… because Northern still felt a balance.
Which meant he could refuse the pull if he wanted to.
And he felt that balance was brought about by the tranquility that his Void offered.
Perhaps this was what the Chaos Prince himself was trying to achieve; he was trying to balance Chaos so much… which was why he went ahead to split the sun.
Because in the core of the sun was an unborn void that only the Chaos Prince knew about.
Of course, all of these were just extra things that Fagnur talked about.
Because they were linked to the reason why a prison that was built by the Tyrant of Chaos to contain his rebellious son became a home instead.
And Fagnur, who was the warden, became its butler.