The Sun - Lord of Mysteries (fanfiction)

Chapter 127: Justiciar

Palace of Eternity, Backlund.

"Your Black Emperor, my subjects, has returned." A voice from the sky rattled the royal palace.

As he heard the Black Emperor's voice, Trunsoest frowned on the royal throne.

It made him reflect on his past.

He was born into a noble family that swore allegiance to the Black Emperor. His ancestors followed the Black Emperor and were the first to lay the groundwork for the empire.

And, he came to stand for order after witnessing the chaos in the waning era. It was a difficult time. Life had no worth. People fall like flies all over the world.

The sight of all the chaos and madness of that fading era shook him to his core. He was nothing more than a child at the time. And children should never experience something horrifying like that.

However, reality was not always fair. This experience altered his life forever. It made him long for light, for a utopia free of chaos and suffering, and, finally, for order.

His ambitions and goals propelled him through life. It enabled him to outperform his kinsman and eventually drew the attention of the Black Emperor himself.

His Majesty appeared to have noticed his 'extraordinaires' from others. The emperor summoned him and, to his surprise, told him of his grand vision for a better future.

He aspires to build an empire that unites the entire continent, thereby eradicating the chaos brought about by the cataclysm and restoring Order to the world.

Trunsoest believed him without a doubt, as his heart was already overjoyed at finally finding someone who shared his dream. He didn't even bother to think about it.

Oh, how naive he was back then....

Then he swore allegiance to Black Emperor in order for his dream to come true, at least in this way, and for him to be a part of it.

In the end, his dream came true in its own way. Under the banner of the Black Emperor, the land was engulfed in peace and order.

But it was completely different from what he had expected. This was not an orderly utopia. The Empire was nothing more than a new incarnation of chaos.

His realisation came too late. There was nothing he could do about it at the time.

And his majesty was already a god of the Black Emperor pathway. He was also an angel on his majesty's path.

So, any resistance in his heart was immediately extinguished by him. The difference between a god and an angel was so vast that an angel was nothing more than an ant to a god.

He didn't give up hope, though. It was the only thing that kept him going during his darkest times. He clung desperately to hope, which was all he had left.

He repeatedly tried to find a solution to the madness and chaos.

Finally, the fates seemed to have taken mercy on him. His prayers and efforts were answered in the form of a silver-winged angel under the Eternal Blazing Sun. The angel, known as the angel of miracles, showed a new path, a path filled with genuine hope for his dream.

At the time, he made a choice. He took the angel's hands, and the rest was history.

The memories flashed through his mind as he finally condensed his order into a golden ring.

The ring gleamed in the sunlight, revealing an engraving of his principle of causality on it.

"Here." A solemn voice drew his gaze away from the ring and to the side. The Eternal Blazing Sun held out a potion filled with sizzling brass liquid. "Wear the ring and drink it. So, Trunsoest, your Order shall shroud the lands in between."

Trunsoest took a deep breath and raised his hand, catching the golden ring floating above his head. He then wore it on his ring finger.

Finally, he took the potion and drank it in one gulp without hesitation.

A vast divine aura erupted from him, sending a wave that swept the northern continent in a fraction of a second. His perceptions spread across the continent. In his eyes, there were no more mysteries or secrets. It was all laid bare for him to see.

Anarchy, War, Sun, Disorder...

'There is no order in this wretched world....' He thought, raising his ring finger with a golden ring and pointing to the northern continent.

The reality is his slate, his finger is the pen, his blood is the ink, and his ring is the source.

'Then I shall bring it into being...' He began.

With his movements of hand, the invisible rules were written into the fabric of reality. Everyone felt it, from all-powerful gods to helpless mortals. Every word, every letter, every sentence, and every law seemed to reverberate in their minds and souls.

Just then, the disorder of Solomon descended on the world. It was like the serpent of chaos, Apophis, descended on the world in an attempt to return it to its primal state; chaos before creation.

Trunsoest sensed the arrival of chaos as well. He didn't even look up, just moving his hands in the direction of the chaos.

The invisible rules acted, transforming into golden chains of order and binding the serpent of chaos on the northern continent's shores, preventing it from spreading its calamity across the continent.

Boom!

The serpent of chaos thrashed in the chains, attempting to break them. It did succeed in breaking some chains, but for every chain it broke, ten more chains appeared in its place, holding it in place.

Meanwhile, he kept etching the laws into the fabric of reality. His fingers were frayed, as he continued to use his blood as ink.

As he wrote, the laws were taking effort, judging the sources of chaos and anarchy in a thunderous manner. Trunsoest's hands were slowly but steadily bringing the order into being.

His laws, however, were unable to extend their influence into the Tudor Empire as Alitsa was obstructing him by temporarily controlling reality around the Tudor Empire.

Trunsoest was unconcerned about Alitsa and continued with his order. He also noticed the Golden Order in reality, but it was very weak and didn't stop his order from influencing reality.

His laws were written directly into the deepest layer of reality. Even the Eternal Blazing Sun couldn't tamper with his order.

His empire was shrouded in order. There is no malice or favouritism. In his empire, the churches of the seven gods and angel families are equally bound by the law; if anyone violates it, they will be directly confronted with an attack from him, a god's attack.

His frayed finger made the final stoke a reality. The blood seeped into it, and the golden ring eventually faded.

An invisible tremor erupted from his hand, shaking reality and sweeping his empire in an instant.

His "Order" was established.

A balance scale and a piece of white cloth appeared in front of him. He took the white cloth and wrapped it around his eyes. Then he caught the balance scale in his hand and held it high.

The balance scale emitted a terrifying shimmer of light that illuminated the entire world, as everything and everyone below gods and kings of angels came to a halt for a brief moment. The very order of reality itself also became visible before dissipating.

The birth of the Justiciar!

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