Chapter Forty Five: The Coffin of Curses

There was a ghost in that coffin. Everybody knows that legend. But no one really bothered to know why, and curiously inquire for the best; there was no interest in such manner of duty, whatsoever. Because in this age of the Sovereign See of Dunster, the intelligent people are more concerned with the investigation of science than to be actually bothered by the literary absurdities of myths and legends.

But this particular coffin in question is not neglected at all. In fact, it was sitting inside a magnificent memorial that was made of granite, with the rest of it was adorned by the finest materials available, and its location on the map (from where it was erected) is very prominently situated. The Memorial was known at that time as the Y Monument, mainly due to the fact that there was a spire on top of it that branches out at the top, like a pair of hands generously opening up to the heavens.

In addition, this certain place is not just an ordinary site within the territorial jurisdiction of the Sovereign See, because it was widely believed to be an important shrine that is closely linked to Ezra Dunster, the founder of the See. Although the circumstances of this popular founding belief was not properly recorded, and the myths remaining only survived through the passage of time by word of mouth, no man in his sane mind would be courageous enough to actually challenge the reasoning of the common knowledge learned by the indoctrination of man.

A heritage for a cause. A column of madness of the stories. This is what this monument is about.

Tonight, the murderer is here. In the flesh. But he is not killing someone tonight, because he needed time to recover from the invasive thoughts that haunt him about that woman he has met by accident, a few days ago. He was trying to clear his mind, unload some silly memories inside his complicated mind, and then go on in his way towards his complete liberation.

He must kill again. The sooner, the better.

Yet, no matter how hard he try, the thought has never really left his mind. Indeed, it was a persistent menace that needed to go away, whatever it might cost him.

Permanently. Immediately.

It meddles with his causes, and that situation cannot persist any longer. He is the master of his destiny, after all.

However, nothing will come quite easily. It was not willing to do just that, and it intensifies the madness in his mind, which he believes was designed to keep him away from his vindictive resolve. Whoever it is that is manipulating his consciousness from wherever it may be in the cosmos, he was not willing to back out from the immediacy of his self-proclaimed solemn efforts. It is now or never. There are no later days in the disorder of the universe.

As he approached the monument, he felt something twitch inside his head. It feels like it was the most right thing to be present in this glorious sanctuary, all in a crucial time where his mind simply does not obey the concepts hinding in his superior intellect that he had always revered.

The beginning of the search for immortality is finally here. He cannot be mistaken. This was the source of Ezra Dunster's immense power that he had repressed (and bring forth with him) from the magic and miraculous deeds of the more ancient Imperial Synod.

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