Morvathos, looking at Selene, who was stiff and sweating, chuckled and snapped his fingers.
*Snap!~*
Instantly, the oppression pressing on her soul vanished.
Using his comprehension of the Soul Laws, Morvathos produced a sound frequency tuned to the soul, soothing trauma and confusion alike. The effect calmed her mind and cleared her thoughts.
Selene let out a faint breath of relief. She looked at him with gratitude, though she tried to hide it.
"Well then, my first question is: what are you? Tell me everything related to that. My second question: why are you here? And my third: is there any historical event in this region—Japan—that involved extreme bloodshed within the past fifty to sixty years?"
Morvathos ask Selene.
Selene leaned forward, carefully choosing her words. She didn't understand why he asked such obvious questions. Didn't he already know she was an exorcist? But she didn't voice that thought and answered instead.
"I am an exorcist. A Grandmaster Exorcist. There are five tiers—Basic, Intermediate, Expert, Master, Grandmaster. And above that, the rare Transcendent. They're legends, and very few in the world can reach that stage.
"We exorcists hunt the demonic beasts that spawn across the world. Now, as for your second question—the reason I am here is tied to that. There have been unnatural uprisings of demonic beasts in Japan.
"And your third question… Fifty years ago, there was an event known as the Red Dead. A Transcendent attempting to ascend lost control, and exorcists from across the world gathered to stop him. Thousands died that day, but in the end, they managed to put him down. The Exorcist Society took a massive loss of power. It is one of the darkest parts of our history."
Her answer was short and blunt.
Morvathos leaned back, folding his arms and closing his eyes, processing what he had heard. The word exorcist lingered in his mind. He didn't understand how such people could exist here.
This wasn't a world where energy should flow. The atmosphere lacked it, and the world itself could not refine cosmic energy.
But he didn't dwell long on it. He faintly recalled knowledge he had received from Divine Laws at the moment of his ascension—knowledge he truly hoped wasn't relevant here. Because if it was, then the situation was far worse than he had imagined.
But he became certain about the fact that this was fate. Fate wanted to introduce the Greater Cosmos to her through him.
No matter how much he denied it, but as he got to know more about the Earth's situation, the more certain his forbidding feeling became.
'Damn it! I didn't sign up for this!'
Morvathos felt the urgency but couldn't do anything at the moment other then thread carefully. Because haste makes water.
And his suspicion about the Soul Water being corrupted fifty to sixty years ago now felt certain. When so many exorcists died, their strong souls entered the cycle of reincarnation all at once. The
Soul Water, not strong enough to refine them, was overwhelmed by their vengeful wills. That corruption damaged the reincarnation cycle itself.
"Alright, Selene,"
Morvathos said, opening his eyes.
"Now you may ask what you want."
Selene nodded. Her expression had softened, her earlier worry eased. She looked at him with more comfort than before.
"What are you?"
She asked.
Morvathos chuckled lightly. He leaned forward, glancing out the window.
"I told you. I am God. The God of Death, of Earth. Overseer of Hell. In other words… the King of Hell."
Selene almost scoffed—but then it hit her. Just as he had explained, the word truth pulsed inside her mind, echoing in her thoughts.
She tried to deny it, but no matter how hard she struggled, it grew more solid. The Truth Exchange validated his claim.
It was surreal. Too vast to process. She didn't even know what to feel.
But her curiosity burned.
She began a barrage of questions: how he could exist here if he was truly the God of Death, how he could hide from mortal eyes, how he could walk through walls, how he could use power at such a level unseen by normal people.
Morvathos answered patiently, one by one, until a knock disturbed them.
"Come in,"
Selene said.
A hotel staff member entered, carrying their order. She placed the tray on the table, neatly arranging the tea and sweets. To her, the other chair looked empty.
But Selene saw Morvathos sitting there, smug, watching her. Selene forced a smile and said,
"They'll arrive shortly."
She didn't know why she said it, but it felt like the woman was judging her—already deciding she was mad, talking to thin air.
Morvathos waited until the woman left, then spoke.
"Alright. Before we eat, since our agreement is complete, let me end the ritual."
He moved his hand in the same motion as before. Selene stared again at the beautiful seal on his hand. She could never get enough of its intricate glow, though she held back from asking, embarrassed to be caught staring.
"I, Morvathos Renavyr Oathgrave, thank the Divine Laws for witnessing the Truth Exchange between myself and Selene Ardyn Valecrest."
The oppressive heaviness in the air faded, like a higher being had turned its gaze elsewhere. Selene felt light again.
She realized how much she had adapted to that pressure because of him, but still, she felt better now that it was gone.
They ate in silence.
When they were finished, Morvathos stood.
"Thank you, Selene. That was a worthwhile conversation. If fate wishes us to meet again, we will. Until then."
He walked to the balcony, waved casually, and dissolved into a black vortex of mist.
Selene blinked at the sight, numb. She lifted her hand and waved back without thought. Then she turned, went into the bathroom with a change of clothes, and took a shower.
When she returned, she dried her hair and slumped onto the bed. The reality of what she had learned crept over her.
The truth she had confirmed weighed heavy, and for the first time, she felt how small she was in the greater cosmos. Even as a Grandmaster Exorcist, she knew nothing of the higher workings of the world.
Exhaustion pressed in. She hadn't slept on the plane, keeping constant vigilance on Morvathos. And the ritual had drained her deeply. Sleep overtook her, and she drifted into darkness.