I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor gazed at the researcher’s preparation.

He had put a multitude of things, arranging them extremely carefully as if it was important. It might indeed be important, he just didn’t have enough knowledge regarding this.

But then again, there wasn’t any kind of knowledge about revered appellation literally anywhere.

It was a completely unfamiliar term he had heard today. He was pretty sure he hadn’t seen it anywhere while gobbling up basic knowledge about the world.

On top of it, seeing how Dr. Kirchoff was the only one who had gotten information regarding this, he had no idea if it would spread anytime soon.

The stirring within him grew as Dr. Ralph stepped back from the preparations which were made around the array formation.

Everyone including him took a step back similarly, but still kept their eyes trained on what was happening.

Although they were apprehensive of anything related to those great beings, they still wanted to know the results. This was their first time coming across something like this.

They watched as Dr. Ralph took a deep breath before finally parting his lips to speak.

What escaped his mouth was a different language, one which was entirely foreign to them.

However, Eryndor strangely comprehended every word with extreme clarity.

"The Guardian Against The End."

As soon as Dr. Ralph began speaking, the surroundings suddenly grew darker, and everyone began looking around.

Eryndor noticed the items near the array formation shine briefly, appearing sturdier than before. He didn’t know if it was an illusion or reality.

Some people were already nearing the door of the lab, ready to escape at a moment’s notice.

Dr. Ralph continued with his invocation ritual.

"The Veil Beyond Perception."

The atmosphere grew heavy, with the lights in the lab beginning to flicker. It contributed to making the environment darker than it was.

Eryndor discovered that he couldn’t see the farther parts of the lab which were visible just a few seconds ago.

At this point some people had already left, while some still remained.

Eryndor noticed the stirring within him growing stronger.

Just what is going on?

Do those revered appellations point to me?

Does that mean I have authority related to removing the mark of ownership of energy of Consciousness?

Did I have that authority when I was a proper Eldritch Entity?

Eryndor couldn’t make any sense of the situation. Everything which was happening was completely different from even his wildest imaginations.

Dr. Ralph continued.

"The Law That No Will May Overturn."

The lights in the lab went out.

The entire lab felt as if it was wriggling. Some weak hearted people closed their eyes and ran.

On the surface, Eryndor appeared perfectly normal, but only he was aware of the chaos raging within him.

It felt as though his heart trembled—not in a literal sense, but figuratively. Yet, he knew this sensation was something entirely different.

Eryndor noticed that the lab suddenly looked clearer. No, he still couldn’t see some parts of the lab, but for the things which were already in his vision, they just looked clearer.

It was as if the distinction between the objects was suddenly more distinct.

An example was a book kept on the table. Normally, it should just look how it normally looked like. But now? It was as if the lines outlining the borders of the book and table were more visible.

Lines appeared on objects, distinguishing them from each other. Isolating them.

Just then, Dr. Ralph spoke another line of the revered appellation.

"The Sovereign Of Unwritten Fate."

Everyone suddenly saw faint manifestations of golden threads in the lab.

By now, only four people remained in the lab. The second year student Eryndor had recognised being one of them.

He was also brave enough to extend his hand to one of those golden shimmering threads which felt unreal.

His hand passed through it.

This is all an illusion?

Eryndor briefly wondered.

His sight turned to Dr. Ralph who once again opened his mouth to speak.

This time it was in normal language. Apparently the revered appellations were of four lines.

The Guardian Against The End;

The Veil Beyond Perception;

The Law That No Will May Overturn;

The Sovereign Of Unwritten Fate.

The ones who still stayed back heard Dr. Ralph speaking in a normal language, this time fully comprehending what he was uttering.

"I humbly implore your divine favor to bless this array formation, granting it the power to erase the imprints of ownership from the sender’s energy of Consciousness."

Suddenly, all the chaotic feelings within Eryndor halted.

It rapidly converged into something, something concrete, something like a dot.

Eryndor felt the weight of that dot. He could imagine it. He could visualize it.

It was a tiny golden speck of light. However, it was heavy.

The word Eryndor felt best described the sensation that the dot gave him was something skin to an anchor.

Eryndor couldn’t take part in what happened next. As if it wasn’t under his will. As if he couldn’t do anything about it.

The dot pulsed faintly, and at the same time, Eryndor witnessed the array formation briefly shimmer in golden light.

As soon as it was done, the lab reverted to its previous state.

The golden threads vanished, the distinction between objects went back to what it was, the darkness receded, and the lights turned back on. Or maybe they never switched off in the first place?

It was all an illusion after all.

Eryndor could look at the entire lab once again, with no farther parts of it being obscured.

Dr. Ralph’s laugh snapped them out of their confusion.

The researcher picked up the array formation and showed it to the four people who had stayed behind.

"It’s done haha! Finally, it’s done."

Although excited, he carefully put it down on the table, and turned back to them.

"Let’s try it. Right now! I’ll be the sender since that’s the riskier part."

Eryndor watched the second year student volunteer to be the receiver.

While the rest of the two were intently staring as the two participants began preparing to conduct the experiment, Eryndor was deep into his thoughts.

It really might be pointing at me.

He thought so because he came to a rather obvious discovery.

The first of the revered appellation.

The Guardian Against The End.

Guardian… defense…does it relate to my Sovereign’s Cloak?