The giant black mountain turned into an open book.
Thousands of names floating in its pages.
Today, after centuries another was added to the names.
...
The Book Satya had written his name in, which turned into a black stone type of liquid.
And got absorbed into him.
But the name.
The true name flew and danced with the thousands of names already floating.
The second the book was completely absorbed.
The mountain returned once again.
Hiding thousands of names in its depths.
Satya could see many silhouettes floating in the words.
Perhaps the people of ancient times were coming alive.
Perhaps they were giving the newcomer a welcome.
Or they were preparing him for what was to come.
For the one who witnessed the glory of ancient times.
Satya was still standing dazed at this experience.
His eyes turned black.
The world was covered in black spirals some darker than others.
A shadow appeared and out stepped Satya.
In front of him stood two figures alone.
Satya found himself back at the front gate.
The shrine is telling him to go.
In front of him stood his companions.
One shadow and one fog.
The next step of Satya made reality ripple.
His shadow lunged making them one once again.
The foggy figure turned into an old man muttering something under his breath.
"It has been 8 years."
The words he said proved to be significant.
"Are you kidding me....?"
Satya's eyes bulged out.
"Eight god-damned....
[Sorry Black Skies]
YEARS"
The next moment.
"You... What are you...?"
The Shadow covered his entire body.
The world is losing color in its domain.
"Your Shadow is the same... But how could it be...."
The world was still responding to Satya's transformation, even more fiercely than the first time.
"What happened Shadow... Why are you saying such things?"
Satya gritted his teeth at the pain of transforming, albeit it was less than the first time.
"You.... Your fundamental existence has changed..... You have gained an anchor."
"What are you saying..... What is everyone saying?"
Satya's hand started to tremble. His feet quaked a little.
"Too much knowledge is a sin."
The Shadow's words kept spinning in Satya's head.
The fog started to thin and the sky was unveiled of it's whole glory.
The eyes we're looking at Satya, but now what he saw in them was not Bewitchment but contempt.
"Too much knowledge is a sin."
The Shadow, Twilight and the silver-haired woman's words kept spinning in Satya's mind.
"Traveller...
Traveller...
TRAVELLER...."
The Shadow cried out desperately to no response.
Suddenly, the black Mountain on Satya's forehead started glowing with a warm light.
"If too much knowledge is a sin, it's good to be the sinner of truth, then to be the prisoner of lies."
A voice rang out in Satya's head and with it.
The world turned peaceful once again.
"Tch"
A sound of tongue clicking rang out from the skies.
They were covered by dark clouds of Shadows.
The domain of shadows was activated without Satya using the spell.
And now finally.
His Shadow had returned.
The world changed colors.
What once was unseen is now seen.
Satya was startled by the sudden changes in the world.
Not the ones from transformation.
But the world itself feels like it has changed.
Looking at this changed world Satya walked forward.
The odd thing about this mountain was that no matter where a person may leave towards they will always end up towards the bridge.
But of course, Twilight was amused by Satya circling the entire mountain in hopes of finding a new path.
Even the shadow was taking a bit of amusement in it.
"This isn't funny guys"
Satya looked at both of them.
"It was only just 8 years no biggie."
But perhaps due to their pettiness being bigger than the Transcendence itself.
They continued to make fun of Satya.
After circling for a while.
In the end, Satya stepped on the black bridge.
A chilling voice entered his ears.
"The fun begins now."
The bridge which was usually empty was suddenly filled with guards.
The second Satya looked directly at them.
He also became one.
{The dance of history.
Sings along to me.
Writing myself in its ancient depths.
For the ones who have written themselves in history.
May witness the End.}