The Mine (3)
(Bonus chapter. Thanks for the 500 P.S)
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The eyes weren't on the Moon's face. They were on its staff.
…What the fuck was this?
Something about it felt deeply wrong. Not just eerie—it was unnatural. And the worst part? I still couldn't sense a damn thing.
Not with Haki. Not with Magic Sense. Nothing.
"This is beyond me…" I muttered under my breath.
Then it spoke.
"Descendant of the Tower."
My blood ran cold.
The moment it said those words, something inside me snapped. No—erupted.
My Haki burst out like an explosion. Raw, uncontrolled. It wasn't just Observation or Armament—it was something deeper. Something primal. My will surged outward like a wave, asserting itself over the world around me.
"The Tower…?" I whispered.
"To think I would see it again…" the voice said.
Still, no presence. Not even a hint of life. And yet it spoke with power that bent the space around me. I tried to steady my breathing. My fists clenched on instinct.
"Who are you?" I asked.
The voice answered calmly.
"Let me help you with that first."
The staff shimmered, glowing with a cold silver light. The mural itself pulsed, and the eyes vanished as blinding light burst from the stone.
When I opened my eyes again…It wasn't a mural anymore.
Floating before me was a crescent moon—a curved sliver of silver shaped like a face gazing to the side.
No. I looked back at the mural. The staff was gone.
It had taken this form.
I pointed at it cautiously. "It's not the Moon. The staff… You are the staff."
The floating crescent turned toward me. Its voice echoed again.
"Correct. I am the will of the Moon. A remnant of his power."
"What is the Moo—"
Before I could finish my sentence, it cut in.
"How do you possess the remnant of the Tarot?"
…The Tarot?
My brows furrowed. "What…?" I asked, but got no answer right away.
Instead, the crescent face remained still. Watching me. Judging.
"It is of no use to tell you," it finally said, voice cold yet patient. "It is something you must discover yourself."
I stepped forward slightly, the echo of my boots scraping the stone."But… who am I, really? What does 'Descendant of the Tower' mean? What does any of this have to do with me?"
For a long moment, the will of the Moon said nothing.
Then…It began to glow softly. Light pulsed in waves, like moonlight reflecting off calm waters.
"You ask the right question, child."
"Then let me tell you a story."
The air changed.
Like the weight of time itself settled over the room. I could feel it in my bones.
"There was a time… before the current age. Before the Magic Council. Before the Dragon Civilizations."
"Seven hundred years ago… and beyond… there was a time when the current divine walked among mortals."
"Not gods in the way you think of them. Not distant, holy and untouchable beings. But living titans of power and will."
"They ruled, fought, created… and destroyed."
"And among them… was one."
The air pulsed harder now. My body felt lighter—like something inside me was responding. Reacting.
"He was called many names. The Giant of Calamity. The Pillar of the North. The Tower."
"Oars."
My eyes widened.
"Oars..." I muttered. I slowly understood a bit and bit more. I touched my scars...
The crescent nodded.
"Yes. And you carry his blood."
My heart thudded once, loud in my ears.
"You are his descendant."
I couldn't speak. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I already guessed but it still had effect on me.
The light from the crescent intensified, casting long shadows against the walls.
"You have awakened the signs already. That crimson hair. That will. The strength to resist divine magic. And now…"
It paused. Its glow flickering. Flickering.
"…I am out of time."
"What?"
The crescent's form trembled. Cracks formed across its glowing body like fragile glass under stress.
"But before I vanish, know this—"
Its voice rang like thunder across the chamber.
"The Haki you possess is not ordinary. It is the Haki of Kings. Conqueror's Haki."
Power swelled in my body as the word settled into my being.
Conqueror Haki.
Suddenly, a swirl of silver energy burst from the crescent. Two figures appeared mid-air, slowly descending and landing beside me.
Macao and Wakaba—unconscious but breathing.
I reached for them in shock. "You—brought them back?"
The crescent was nearly gone now. Fading into sparks of starlight.
"They were trapped in dreams. Like all others that came here."
"Take them, Descendant of the Tower. Your path has just begun."
And with that, the mine itself began to shake.
Cracks spread across the stone. The runes dimmed. The entire structure began vanishing into mist like it had never existed.
The last thing I heard was its final whisper:
"When the Tarot gather… the world will tremble."
And then—silence.
The mine was gone, and I was left with more questions.
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A/N: Since the chapter is short, I will be posting two chapters today dw.
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