Odyssey of the Blind God

Even though Nial was not too sure how he could escape this dream, or illusion -whatever it may be-, he figured out a few things.

He didn\'t wake as a random baby with a worried mother and a Miniature Dragon flying around freely. Nial woke up in his own body, from more than a century ago, days after he was born.

He was still in possession of his own eyes, able to see, his family was still alive, and so was his entire race.

Nial was still a Lacardian and the Royal Prince of the Lacardian Empyrean Void!

\'This body was born only a few days ago but I can already sense the surrounding mana. I lost the Heart of Gluttony and my whole power, so I cannot even try to contact the others. It\'s almost as if my body was cleansed. But won\'t the Advocate of the Pryard come soon?\'

Nial was pretty sure that the Creatoran, which was the name of his race, was annihilated on his first birthday. A huge ceremony had been held to celebrate the first birth of the Creatoran\'s rightful heir.

That meant there was not too much time left. Thought, thinking about it, it would be a lot easier to witness the terror caused by the Advocate and return then. At least, he would be able to use the rage to fuel his strength

\'No, I should return home as quickly as possible. They\'re already waiting for me!\'

Nial was not sure how much the difference of time was between this illusion and reality. If possible, he didn\'t want to waste too much time inside here. There were many things he had to accomplish in the Orion Shelter.

\'I still have to complete the runic…the runic…what did I have to complete again?\' He wondered for a moment. His expression distorted a little, and confusion spread through his entire being.

\'Why can\'t I remember the word properly? Ah, I know now! Runic Constellations! That\'s what I missed.\'

Nial squealed out loudly and happily, thankful that he could recall the name \'runic constellations\'. However, what he didn\'t notice at that time, was that he was slowly forgetting about runic constellations. In fact, it was only the most complex runic constellations which he forgot. But that was not even everything.

Nial was slowly forgetting memories of the Late God of Darkness. The knowledge of his Forgotten Runic Constellations slowly dispersed, just like certain details about his long life.

"There he is, the strongest warrior of the Creatoran, the future head of the Lacardian Empyrean Void, and the next strongest Summoner, who is second to none…other than me of course…hahhaah!" A loud voice rang through Nial\'s ears as he was deep in thoughts.

He was just trying to think of a way to escape this illusion, and even optioned for the possibility of killing himself, when a bulky middle-aged man with golden eyes and hair that was just as golden entered his field of vision. The man had extremely fair skin and he had pointy ears, which was a rare mutation of the Creatoran.

Most Creatoran looked like ordinary humans. However, due to the ability to summon familiars and bind them to their Souls, their genetics were changed. The change in genetics was abysmally, but it was enough to cause a change in the color of the hair, the eyes, skin color, and rarely even the change of body parts.

The bulky middle-aged man was none other than one of the rare examples…and he was Nial\'s father.

Nial had never really known much about his blood-related family, but he had never felt the need to, either way. He couldn\'t recall anything, and was hardly interested in dead strangers. Why would he be interested? The Creatoran had been annihilated and the only thing Nial could do to honor them was to kill the Advocate of the Pryard.

Other than that, there was not much for him to do.

However, now that he saw his parents together, and his father, the Emperor of the Lacardian Empyrean Void, picking him up and praising him like this, Nial couldn\'t help but feel a little melancholic.

A small part inside him didn\'t want to leave his family right now. They were likely to die in less than a year, annihilated by the Advocate.

\'At least until then…can I stay here?.... No, wait… why would I stay here?!\'

Nial was in a dilemma. He felt increasingly attached to his parents, who were far more livingly than one would expect from the Emperor of an entire race, and the Empress.

He expected that his father would be cold and that it would be difficult to look at him without crying out loud. However, Nial found himself laughing like a little child, which was exactly what he was. Nial was a little baby that didn\'t know anything.

He began to giggle when he liked something and cried when he was frustrated, sad, or uncomfortable from the diapers that had been filled with a new load.

It was a little embarrassing when his mother changed his diapers, but Nial found himself enduring everything greatly.

He knew that he would have to learn how to go to the potty as soon as possible.

However, for that, he would have to learn how to crawl and walk first.

Life was going to be hard, but Nial didn\'t really hate it.

"Aigh!" He shouted out loud when his father praised him. The Emperor picked him up with a bright smile and stared at his son for a good few seconds.

"You will become our little star. Maybe you can even expand the Lacardian Empyrean Void in the future. It would be interesting to see our little prodigy grow into a powerful warrior. Of course, if your talent is not great, there is no need to worry. You will always stay our beloved son, okay?"

The Emperor\'s words confused Nial a little, but he just nodded his head. Tears dwelled in his eyes as he moved his heavy head, which caused Nial to curse out loud.

\'Who the hell is cutting onions?!\'