Way of Overlord-Chapter 493: Age of Knowing Destiny

Yes, Ayera notices that when she was bowing before that Aeryon has killing intent towards her.

She learns in Naraka Griha. One of the method she learns is to ascertain whether someone has killing intent towards you.

Her instinct at that time was to jump back. But she managed to restrain that impulse and pretend not to know anything.

The more she reacted, the more he would want to kill her.

There is silence again.

Aeryon sighed.

"You will get your revenge. Now, go" Aeryon waves his hand. And Ayera walk backward and goes out of the tent.

But Aeryon eyes never leave that woman. Look humble, but the defiance in her heart.....

Aeryon stay in his tent all night

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That night many people reacted to the death of Garron in their own way. Some are feasting, some are sad, some are angry, and some are preparing and scheming.

The chiefs, the descendants, the tribes people that is related to Garron all have their own reaction to this matter.

But there is someone who is not related to Garron who also reacted to the death of Garron

An old man, with long beard wandering around the hills near the city of Brolgadhr. He is an Ashana. It is not hard to determine his identity. He is wearing an Ashana robe.

Tonight, while some people are abuzz of what is happening in Utgard, this Ashana is near a hill.

There is a pool of water on top of this hill. It is just a small pool of water.

When night came and the moon shows it face, the light of the moon make the pool of water looks like a mirror.

He was shaving his beard

A wandering Ashana that is no longer wandering. An Ashana that is highly regarded by the Kan

Ashana Angah.

Tonight, he went out of the city, goes to this pool of water that he had found before and shave his beard.

He did not know that Aeryon had returned. But he could see it from the stars. As he finished shaving his face, his eyes look at the stars and he frowned

"Haish, the Viper is finally dead" Tonight, even if he did not mobilize the energy of heaven and earth, it did not matter. He could see clearly, the destiny in the stars.

Tonight, is a night that for mortals, means nothing. But to Ashana who has been in this land and knows its history, tonight is the Night of Dusk

Since the Old Empire of the Steppe crumbles in the ancient past, the people of the Steppe did not have anything like a unified calendar.

They know the changes of the season and live life based on the wisdom of the past.

And every year, the Night of Dusk falls on different day.

What is the Night of Dusk? It is the Day the Gods die.

And its energy , or maybe it is resentment is strongest in such night. The barrier between the world of the divine and mortal is thin. For mere mortals they would not feel anything is wrong.

After all, it is not like having thin barrier harm them. At most, the unfortunate ones would see strange things.

And those who have high senses might comprehend something.

But for Ashana as old as him, these kind of night is where his ability is the strongest. When one look at the sky all they would see is the clear skies, the stars blinking and the moon shining bright

But what Angah sees is blood red sky.

"In the past I was shocked to see this."

But season has come and pass, and he had seen it every year and the scenery of the entire sky dye in red is something he is now accustomed too. freёnovelkiss.com

There is not even a ripple in his eyes.

He did not need to focused for the energy of heaven and earth to gather around him.

"and I feel that premonition"

Does Ashana Angah has a habit of shaving his face in the middle of the night in a hill surrounded by trees?

No one has such a habit. If he only wanted to shave his beard, he could shave it in the city

The Kan seems to have uncanny interest in him and treat him very well. There is even servants and warriors that he could call.

If all he wanted to do was to shave his face, there is no need for such trouble.

But a dream came and the dream pointed the way.

The way to this hill, to this pool of water.

As for the shaving part, well, he decided since he also wanted to shave, he would just shave near the pool.

When he was young, and when he was still a rookie in these mystical matters, each dream is treated very carefully, like some kind of divine order.

But time has taught him many things. The experiences he has and the things he had learned also made him understand certain things.

He knows that these dreams, sometimes is a guide. The more vague it is, the more it is a clue.

And a clue is not an order.

It’s like a puzzle.

Only the one giving you the puzzle is this world itself.

Ashana is the seeker of truth.

Not all Ashana seems themselves like this.

But those who studied the ancient stones and those who have the true teaching all regarded the life pursuit of Truth

Angah however, has quite a carefree attitude to this.

Because he understand more.

That is why, even though the dream seems specific, he could carefreely brought his shaving tools and could even shave his beard in this pool

And now as he is standing beside that small pool of water, he could see that the pool of water is shining bright when the moonlight shines on it

Angah looked down from a moment and look at the pool of water. The stars shows destiny and the ground shows fate.

"Shining.....bright"

"The Blood of the Moon Goddess?"

He ask himself and nodded to himself. He did not need to doubt it. He felt his guess is true.

"Rejuvenation and long life. Health and life regenerating" And Angah laughed.

When he was young, he heard some Ashana also search for this blood.

In the far lands, he heard that there is some alchemist who created a stone that could turn metal to gold and create an elixir of immortality.

There is many stories of such things. Substances that grant immortality, eternal youth, or divine longevity.

The Eresian and the Ashran both have stories of fruits that have youth, eternally young without disease.

In Eresian version, there is a dragon guarding the fruit.

Then there is the myths of a holy blood that grant healing and immortality.

In Yindu, there is myths of a divine nectars that grants immortality among other effects

In another further land, it is said there is a fountain that brings forth longevity. There is many more like this. And in his youth, he also search for such myth

It is ironic that when he finally understood some truth, only now, such thing is revealed to him

In the past, if he found this blood of Moon Goddess, he would not hesitate to drink it. He knows its effect.

Even now, just standing beside the pool of water, he could feel that some of his old injuries is healing.

If he drinks it, Anagh knows that he probably would be rejuvenated.

He look at the pool of water and shakes his head

"not being immortal. But being young is not out of the possibility" he only smiles and the brought out a flask. Then he put the flask in the pool of water and he waves his hand and the water is sucked into the flask.

He did not take much but only until the flask is full.

This is a fortune. But one should not be greedy. Too little is as bad as too much. Those who deal with the mystical should know some taboo.

And yet, Angah did not even take a sip of the pool of water.

Why? It is because it is not for him.

He knows it.

His intuition is telling him that he was supposed to found this pool of water tonight.

But he is not supposed to drink it.

And in his age, he no longer desires such thing.

He is...truly free.

And just like his eyes did not ripple when he sees the bloodied sky, his eyes and heart did not have any desire to take the pool water for himself.

Because he has understanding of what happens to people who takes things that are not theirs.

When he was young, he might be a little braver and dare do things that challenge destiny

But now he is old and at the age of knowing destiny.

He knows certain things and respect certain things. The young are impetuous but brave, the old are weak but knowledgeable.

If one could accumulate these traits and internalize it, the old could love the young and the young could respect the old.

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