I am an Eldritch Entity

Eryndor couldn't go around searching for materials right now, not to mention he didn't know if this secret realm even had the necessary resources to make an array formation.

Can I go back to the Support Shrine?

He briefly considered that idea. It had been less than an hour since they left the Support Shrine.

Even considering the teleport distance, it would only take them a maximum of one hour to arrive at the Support Shrine again.

Sander did say that he had an hour or two left before training, so it definitely could be achievable.

I better think more before going back.

He didn't really want to do extra work of going back only to walk through the same route once again to head towards Paulina.

His speed slowed down, almost coming to a halt as he got more and more engrossed in his thoughts.

Finally, something clicked.

Wait. That phenomenon of removing the mark on energy of Consciousness, it was supposed to come under his authority, right? Does that mean he could use it without the array formation?

Could he use that 'golden dot' to directly bypass the need for array formation?

No wait, the array formation in the first place was probably only designed to transfer Energy of Consciousness. Does my authority cover that? If it doesn't cover that, would I still not need that array formation?

Ironically unironically, Eryndor couldn't answer this question which was clearly related to himself.

He tried hard to sense the 'golden dot' inside him, but he couldn't find it no matter what.

Will I need that specific language to invoke my own authority?

The problem was, Eryndor didn't remember the complete pronunciation.

He knew the meaning, sure, all four lines, but the exact pronunciation? He only remembered the first line.

Damn, will I need to contact Dr. Ralph?

Eryndor didn't know if the researcher would tell him what he wanted though, because what he was asking was pretty important.

It was not something which could be given to a student you just exchanged a few words with.

Eryndor hesitated lightly.

Should I try it myself first?

It was related to him after all, could it be that something mystical would take place if he was the one who initiated the invocation ritual?

But he was also afraid of one thing. If he mispronounced those words, the meaning might change right?

If the meaning changed, what if it pointed to some other entity? What if he attracted their attention?

What if they discerned his eldritch origin through the connection formed through invocation ritual?

Eryndor was clearly letting his imagination run wild with all the fantasy books he had read in the past.

Let's just try and see what happens. I know the exact wording of the first line, the rest I am not so sure.

He wasn't fond of taking risks, so he would immediately stop if nothing happened towards the end of the first line.

Valentina had been quiet all this time, when suddenly Eryndor ran off somewhere after leaving behind a sentence.

"Stay here, and tell Edward to stop moving as well. I'll be back in a few minutes."

When he had put sufficient distance between himself and the others, he stopped and took a deep breath.

Dr. Ralph did a lot more preparations, but I don't have any of those materials. I am just invoking my own revered appellation, do I even need to be so pedantic? What could happen?

He carefully recollected the pronunciation of the first line of his revered appellation and began speaking.

"The—"

He spoke slowly, making sure to pronounce each word exactly as he remembered it.

Before he had even spoken the word 'The', as if by some mystical connection, he felt a stirring within him.

Even back then, he had felt a stirring before Dr. Ralph began his invocation ritual.

It was as if the universe, the existence, the reality, the space-time fabric, already knew he had the correct line stored in his mind.

Before I even begin, just the intent, the thought about the complete one line revered appellation has already been sensed? And I feel the reaction even before it begins? How terrifying is this?

Well, according to this I think I am at least on the right track. Because none of this would've happened if I said something wrong.

At least I wouldn't be the one who would sense the stirring if it went wrong.

Wait, does that mean, even thinking about revered appellations might alert the entity it belongs to?

Could it be that Daoisto might've already sensed me?

Realizing that if the gap between words was too long, it might not be counted together, Eryndor stopped his thoughts in time, and spoke out the next word, being careful in his pronunciation.

"Guardian—"

Eryndor felt that stirring growing stronger within him. It was exactly like that time when Dr. Ralph was doing the invocation ritual.

"Against—"

The stirring grew stronger.

Well, at least it shows that I am still on the correct path.

"The—"

Black mist had already begun pervading the surroundings at this point. It didn't bring him any fear though.

If anything, it meant that he was on the right path.

Most importantly, he felt safe. He knew it was all an illusion, but he felt safe in his black smoke.

He took a deep breath, and spoke out the last word.

"End."

The stirring grew exponentially as he completed the last line. The quantity of black mist increased.

Exactly as last time when Dr. Ralph finished speaking the first line, there was a change in the surroundings.

His surroundings felt firmer, sturdier, more stable than before.

My Sovereign's Cloak symbolises defense.

The first line 'The Guardian Against The End' also seems like it symbolises defense.

Do these illusions, which appear after the first line, display an aspect of defense?

He didn't have the time to think any longer. As something miraculous took place.

A hum resounded in his mind, overriding all his thoughts, pushing everything out as it dominated the entirety of his mind.

It felt like the hum originated from within himself.

It was ancient. It spoke of the vicissitudes of the time. It spoke of the grandeur of the long lost era.

If one could see his Mind Palace right now, they would notice that it was not trembling like all the times before whenever something out of ordinary happened to Eryndor.

This time it was glowing.

Glowing intensely.

The golden color was bright enough that one might mistake it for white.

The four main pillars surrounding the Mind Palace began going through a change.

A bunch of words began carving themselves upon the first pillar.

As the same change appeared on the second pillar, thoughts began sprouting up in Eryndor's mind.

It was a bunch of sounds, one which he could clearly interpret.

It was the second line of his revered appellation!

Without wasting a moment, he resumed speaking.

"The Veil—"

Even though the pronunciation was directly infused in his mind, he was still careful, speaking slowly and steadily while paying attention to each syllable.

"Beyond Perception."

As he finished speaking the second line, changes once again took place in the surroundings.

What little light was entering through the dense canopy of trees abruptly dimmed.

He tested his sight, and indeed, he could no longer see beyond a few meters.

The third pillar surrounding the Mind Palace began going through a change. Words began carving themselves on it, while simultaneously a set of thoughts were imbued in his mind once again.

Carefully going through the thoughts, he spoke the third line of his revered appellations in one go, more confident in his ability to pronounce now.

"The Law That No Will May Overturn."

The objects in his surroundings went through a change once again. They became clearer.

Outlines appeared on everything. The leaves on the ground, each of them felt distinct, different, like a single entity.

The roots of trees which were above the ground, he could see a clear distinction between them and the ground they were buried in.

As words embedded themselves on the fourth pillar of the Mind Palace, corresponding thoughts manifested in Eryndor's mind, who proceeded to speak out the last line.

"The Sovereign Of Unwritten Fate."

Golden threads manifested everywhere around him as he finished speaking the last line.

As soon as he was done invoking the entirety of his revered appellation, he could once again sense the golden dot within himself.

Last time Dr. Ralph had to speak out his request, but this time, as if his intention was already known, the golden dot pulsed faintly, and an otherworldly sensation filled his mind.

It wasn't inexplicable, he clearly knew what this sensation was.

The ability to transfer Energy of Consciousness without the mark of the owner. It had a limited time effect, and he also somehow knew that he could transfer this ability.

For now there is no need. Since I'll be the one to transfer my own Energy of Consciousness.

Words couldn't even come close to describe the excitement Eryndor felt. It was a successful experiment.

Does that mean I can also borrow the abilities related to the last two lines? But I only know that the last line has something to do with fate. Like manipulation of fate? I don't know. I could try that the next time.

The third line though…The Law That No Will May Overturn…laws? I mean, obviously, but what of it?

He still didn't have a concrete idea of what the third line was supposed to be.

I don't think I can be granted abilities without me myself knowing what I want.

He shook his head, pushing those thoughts out of his mind as he rushed towards Valentina.

He could finally find out what words were contained in the last two yellow papers.