THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

The Sovereign of the Enchanted Veil

, Nyxalia was a goddess infamous for her cunning. Her followers, the secretive witches that worshipped her, often manipulated the world with deception and illusions. In darker texts, like the forbidden

Church of the Damned

, she was described as the mother of all that was veiled and untrue.

Nyxalia thought of her past—the failure of the original David, the Hero of Nothingness and Blight. Nyxalia had tried to use him to free herself from this prison. She had been desperate, but her plan had crumbled, and the hero was lost. Then there was

Zerathul

, that scheming deity who wanted to use Nyxalia as a power source for his insatiable thirst for control. Both plans had failed. Now, there was David—an anomaly, a wildcard in this story who could, perhaps, succeed where they had failed.

"I have an offer for you, mortal,"

Nyxalia finally said, her void-like eyes locking onto him. They glittered with galaxies, endless and unknowable.

David stood his ground, not flinching. Her words intrigued him, but he remained wary.

"An offer, you say?"

he replied, his voice even, though curiosity seeped through. What could she possibly offer him, trapped as she was?

Nyxalia\'s gaze never wavered, her presence oppressive yet compelling.

"Yes. An offer for my freedom, in exchange for my services."

David\'s brow furrowed.

Her services?

He was taken aback, trying to piece together the significance of her words. How could a goddess, one who wielded such unimaginable power, be imprisoned? And who, in this world, would be powerful or audacious enough to trap a being of her magnitude?

He studied her carefully, searching for any hidden signs of deceit, but all he saw were her eyes—vast, dark voids filled with spiraling galaxies. There was something ancient and boundless in them, something beyond mortal comprehension.

"Your services?" David echoed. He remained skeptical, but Nyxalia seemed to sense his confusion.

"My power will be at your disposal,"

she explained, her voice soft but firm.

"You may ask for knowledge beyond the understanding of this world. Wisdom that surpasses even the greatest of true Dragons

."

Her lips, though they were a blend of light and shadow, curled into a smirk. She knew the temptation her offer held for him.

David folded his arms, contemplating the weight of such an agreement. A goddess\'s power, knowledge beyond imagination—on the surface, it sounded like a deal too good to be true. But that was the catch, wasn\'t it? He had read enough to know that such deals often came with strings attached.

Perhaps...

he thought.

Perhaps Nyxalia, as mighty as she was, is desperate for freedom.

Desperation could make even a goddess seek help from a mere mortal.

He looked up at her again, searching for any signs of deceit. "Who are your captors?" he asked. If he was going to take her offer seriously, he needed to know what kind of enemies he\'d be up against.

A flicker of anger passed through Nyxalia\'s void-like eyes, and for a moment, the waters beneath them rippled violently, disturbed by the weight of her fury.

"Mortals,"

she spat, her voice thick with venom.

"I was betrayed, imprisoned by those beneath me."

Her ethereal form trembled slightly as if recalling a deep betrayal.

"I am not entirely sure where I am..."

Her tone became quieter, more introspective.

"But what I do know is that I am held within the holy citadel of Sanctaria Principal."

David\'s thoughts raced as he tried to recall everything he knew about the nation of Sanctaria Principal. It was a powerful religious state, one that held dominion over vast territories granted by the empress in the novel\'s world. Its Holy Citadel was said to be impenetrable, its highest clergy known to wield both political and divine power. If Nyxalia was imprisoned there, then it wasn\'t by some mere spell or magical restraint—it was something far more profound, something tied to divine law or ancient pacts.

"So, you want me to help you escape a prison in the heart of Sanctaria Principal?" David mused aloud. This was no simple request. The citadel wasn\'t just any stronghold—it was the spiritual center of one of the most fanatical nations in the world. But that only raised another question.

"How will I know you\'ll keep your word?"

Nyxalia chuckled darkly, her laughter more subdued this time. She raised her hand, and before David\'s eyes, a scroll appeared, vast and unending, floating in the air between them. It was like no other scroll he had seen—its surface was the fabric of space itself, filled with constellations and stars that pulsed gently with cosmic energy.

"I thought you might ask,"

she said with a smile.

"This is a contract. One that binds us both. Should I fail to uphold my end of the deal, I will be bound to you. My power will be yours, and I shall serve you eternally."

David\'s eyes narrowed. "A contract?"

"Yes,"

Nyxalia nodded. "

A divine contract. It cannot be broken, not by you nor by me. If I deceive you, I will suffer eternally. If you betray me, well..."

Her voice trailed off, and though she didn\'t finish the thought, David understood the implication. The consequences of breaking this contract wouldn\'t just affect him—it could unravel something much larger.

David squinted at the scroll floating before him, trying in vain to make sense of its indecipherable script. He strained his eyes, attempting to decode the alien symbols, but it was as if the letters were alive, twisting and writhing in ways his mind couldn\'t grasp.

"Don\'t bother," Nyxalia\'s voice echoed in his head. "It\'s impossible for a mere mortal to comprehend a sovereign\'s language."

Her words took David aback, making him wonder.

So I\'m just supposed to trust whatever\'s written here blindly?

he thought, his skepticism growing. The temptation to use [Celestial Wheel], his skill that granted glimpses of the unknown, gnawed at him. Could it perhaps help him decipher the divine script?

But before he could act, a familiar ping sounded in his mind, and suddenly, the system interface appeared before him, hovering alongside the contract. Startled, David stole a glance at Nyxalia. She was still watching him expectantly, entirely unaware of the system\'s presence.

A small window popped up in front of him, and the system began translating the scroll\'s contents.

[Binding by blood and divine:

This is a written contract using divine mysteries, holding David De Gor responsible for fulfilling the agreed terms with Nyxalia, The Sovereign of the Enchanted Veil.

David must free the goddess from her imprisonment. Thereafter, he will be bound as a servant to the goddess. In return, Nyxalia will grant him one request.

Failure to fulfill the contract will result in David\'s body crumbling under the weight of the universe.]

David\'s heart skipped a beat.

This scheming bitch of a goddess!

She had been toying with him from the very beginning. Rage bubbled up inside him, but as his eyes scanned the window again, he noticed something: a small tab beside the contract marked

"Edit."

Curiosity overtook him.

Could it be?

With a mental nudge, David opened the tab. To his amazement, a cursor appeared, hovering over the contract like an invisible hand, ready to make changes.

A grin crept onto David\'s face. The system—whatever its origins—had given him an advantage. He quickly skimmed the system notes, which confirmed that Nyxalia would be unable to detect any modifications to the contract until it was signed.

Perfect.

Feigning deep thought so as not to arouse Nyxalia\'s suspicion, David set to work. His mind raced as he mentally typed furiously, altering the terms of the agreement.

[David will help free Nyxalia, The Sovereign of the Enchanted Veil. In turn, Nyxalia will become David\'s servant for all eternity, bound to him in a way that nothing known or unknown can break her servitude. Failure to fulfil the contract will result in no consequence to David.]

Satisfied with the new wording, David relaxed. He straightened up and met Nyxalia\'s gaze. "I\'ll put my trust in you, Nyxalia," he said, his voice steady.

Nyxalia, oblivious to the trickery, smiled with dark satisfaction.

"As you should,"

she replied, her voice dripping with authority.

"Now, drop a small amount of your blood into the space of the contract, and it will be sealed."

David nodded and summoned his twin daggers. With a quick slice, he pricked his finger and let a single drop of blood fall onto the shimmering scroll. The moment his blood touched the contract, the divine document swirled violently, dissolving into the ether like a falling star.

Nyxalia\'s expression shifted. Her brows furrowed as confusion crept in. Then, it hit her.

"Wait!"

she boomed, her voice laced with fury.

"This isn\'t what I wrote in the contract!"

Her eyes blazed as she realized she had been duped.

"How did you read and alter a sovereign\'s language?!"

Her wrath descended on David like an oppressive weight, her divine pressure threatening to crush him.

David struggled to stand his ground, his own aura flaring in an attempt to repel her overwhelming power. He knew he couldn\'t last long under her wrath. "Does it matter?" David retorted through gritted teeth. "You tried to trick me first!"

Nyxalia\'s anger only deepened, but then, something unexpected happened. The pressure around David suddenly lifted, and Nyxalia stepped back, looking at him with a mixture of newfound respect and annoyance.

"You have bested me, mortal,"

she admitted, her voice simmering with anger. But then, her expression shifted into one of disdain.

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Though she was furious at being outwitted, there was a begrudging admiration somewhere beneath the rage.

She raised a hand, ready to teleport him out of her realm. But for a brief moment, David saw something else flicker in her eyes—hope. Despite her irritation, Nyxalia now had a sliver of belief that David might actually be the one to free her. But the contract, twisted to David\'s favor, also meant she would be bound to him if he succeeded. Her eternity now hung in his hands.

"Wait," David said, stopping her before she could cast him out. "Can you teleport me anywhere?"

Nyxalia paused, her glowing eyes narrowing slightly as she sighed in frustration. "Where do you wish to go?" she asked, her voice still dripping with disdain. Yet, beneath her irritation, she was now keenly aware that her fate was tied to David\'s decisions. It wouldn\'t hurt her to leave a good impression if there was any chance he would one day free her from this prison.

David smirked slightly, feeling for the first time that he had turned the tables. "I\'ve got a place in mind."