A trial to overcome the past.
For Kane, it holds a different significance.
Ethan listened to these somewhat familiar words, worrying that if their friend Kane continued, he might strip off his clothes and reveal his second personality.
"The past Kaisaros was like a giant beast licking its wounds in the corner, filled with resentment yet having nowhere to vent, only able to comfort itself with some illusory fantasies."
Kane said, "Until a chosen one showed Him a new possibility during the trial."
Just as he had told the Warlord earlier, the power of the Old Gods could cross the seals of the planes and descend upon this world. If they had been able to skillfully use such means at that time, the war would have developed in a completely different direction.
And in the epochs that followed, each Old God continued to influence this world through their means.
Despising humanity, yet having no choice but to develop followers to understand the seal through human hands.
It was an extremely special seal, proposed by the God of Trickery, Kadela, which, through some rules even unknown to the Old Gods, isolated them outside the planes.
"Since weapon relics can bear the power of the Old Gods, so can the chosen ones. Then, what if a perfect vessel could be crafted to carry all of Kaisaros’s energy?"
Kane made a decision to tell Ethan this deeply hidden secret, one unknown even to the current War Council.
He could feel his own change, especially after meeting Ethan.
If he were Kaisaros, even at the risk of destroying the perfect vessel, He would never reveal anything to a human.
This showed that his mindset was becoming increasingly like that of a human.
"I’ve heard of such a theory."
Ethan almost immediately thought of the descent ritual created by the fake Kadela, essentially using spells to preserve the souls of the Divine Attendants and preparing a vessel to carry their energy when necessary. They referred to this vessel as a "shell."
The crafting process of the shell was extremely complex.
Following Turzan’s instructions, the Imperial Church Court needed to periodically select a group of highly compatible children, brainwash them with the Holy Word Art, and then reshape their bodies using the ancient technological knowledge of the Margaret Clan, maintaining them in a semi-human, semi-mechanical state, and continually adjusting these shells to their optimal state.
Human flesh could not bear the energy of the Saints; only machinery could make up for its limitations.
Ethan found it difficult to imagine what kind of shell would be able to contain the power of an Old God.
"It’s a long process," Kane said, "crossing several epochs from preparation to completion."
This was probably the only thing that could excite Kaisaros, who always imagined the moment of crossing the planes and returning to this world.
"However, Kaisaros didn’t expect one thing: this body gave birth to its own consciousness, and that was my birth."
At the moment the experiment was completed, Kaisaros unhesitatingly split off His consciousness.
It was a meticulous plan. First, He had to adapt to this body and, at an appropriate time, return to the underground city to reclaim all His power. But to deceive the seals laid down by those betrayers, He had to act a bit more human-like.
But Kaisaros didn’t understand humans, and the ones He encountered were almost all followers of the Old Gods, who were belligerent and fanatic, outliers among humans.
He needed a way more akin to humanity.
"For example, to be born in human form, to grow up as a human, which was also a theory proposed by His followers."
Thus, on a stormy night, Kane was born.
Born in the village of a tribe, far from the Empire. His father was a hunter, and his mother stayed at home handling various chores. Although life wasn’t prosperous, they gave the child all of their love.
This was a rather ordinary family, commonly found in the tribe, and Kane grew up like all the children in the village, learning hunting and some farming knowledge from his father, which was their entire livelihood.
"To ensure this body could become a genuine human, his memory was sealed before the appropriate time came."
And the child’s parents never knew what kind of vortex they were drawn into.
Of course, growth had to be within a controllable range.
Kaisaros’s most loyal follower, His creation, always hid in the shadows, witnessing Kane’s growth and change. This Warlord was waiting for an appropriate time to welcome his master’s return to the world.
As for those elders of the War Council who were also drawn into this plan.
They were loyal enough, brave enough. After witnessing Kane’s descent, they willingly sacrificed their souls, handling the final cleanup of this plan.
"On the day of Kane’s coming-of-age ceremony, the Warlord deemed the time was right, and so late at night, he came to the child’s room, revealing everything about Kaisaros and the plan."
Kane’s expression changed slightly.
It didn’t seem to be an exciting memory for him.
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