Chapter 152: The Secret that can Destroy the World

No one could say how it happened. But the news about a certain 'secret' had circulated everywhere on the lower worlds. Protests were ongoing, and not exactly peaceful ones.

~Somewhere in the seven worlds…

By the side of an inn, two men discussed.

"Have you heard what Ururu did?"

"Yes. But isn't that too much? They are not satisfied with the two Commandments of Amri and Jinzidal that they forced on us, now they are plotting against us in secret."

"I was told this was the reason they imprisoned king Amraikugyu and Deniz Ururu of the underground world."

"The jinzidal Kings won't allow it. They won't."

~Sixth world, northern hemisphere.

The Ururu headquarters that was on the sixth world was set ablaze. The other worlds followed suit.

Amid the pandemonium, three jinzidal Kings discussed the happenings inside a hidden fortress.

"I never thought Ururu would try this. They're so daring that sometimes they are likable." King Deniz sighed. "Lord Deniz Ururu told me that that has been their intention all along. It was the reason Heeda relocated to the Djinn realm to help the djinns."

"Triple Factor was the first to find out about it," Miki Abbas said. "Then Amraikugyu came to know about it. But Bihanzin, being the warmonger he is, is the one who brought it to the world's notice. Ururu is on their way right now as a result of this. It's yet to be seen what they would do. But we have to decide now: continue following Ururu despite what we know or support Heeda Wilberforce and fight against them."

Hannibal took a deep breath and reread the scroll in his hand. Hidaya had told him about it but he never thought it would escalate this fast.

Written on the scroll was the 'secret' and the cause of the pandemonium. The same words Armad heard from the essence board several years ago.

***

The King of the First World, Lord King Kuyurussa'ayi, has taken away all techniques of the djinns and gifted them to the Dordor. The djinns will be defeated. Humans and their inherited perks will be lost. Only a few that worship Ururu will be allowed to enslave a dordor and pursue their elemental abilities. Others will become ordinary humans and serve as agents of peace.

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The Lord King hopes this will bring further peace and prosperity.

***

"If this comes to pass, then every person using the djinn is done for," Han'ibal said after a while.

Deniz looked into the distance with a solemn expression. He said, "This has all along been the reason Ururu are trying to annihilate the djinns. The Dordor is under their domain, but all of us jinzidal Kings use the djinns. Our contracts are our greatest strengths. Yet, we have been unaware of this. I feel ashamed. How about we support Heeda for once? She has a chance to win, no matter how small."

The room fell deeply silent as they weighed their options. Two hours passed without a decision. All of them knew the right course to take, but what would Ururu do if that happened? The cost of a rebellion was too high. Because of it, a mighty tribe like Bayajidda was no more.

~First World

~The palace of Ururu

~Prince Dúmaƙisu Kuyurussa'ayi

The Lord King inherited Eyrion's palace located at the center of the first world after defeating the latter in the war of Commandments. But the Lord King didn't want to live on the soiled earth. So he built his palace on the clouds, just above the old Wilberforce palace.

Most of the palace building was hidden in the clouds. And yet its walls shone even in the darkest of nights. Different songs of pol played in the building and, sometimes, a voice or two would be heard from above.

Ten buildings belonging to the Ashura floated underneath the palace. Right now, servants hung brown cloths around the buildings to mourn the death of Uznu Ururu.

Meanwhile, on the ground below, everyone went about their business, ignorant of what happened. To the common man living in the first world, the lower world was but a history. Forgotten, ancient men that were too stubborn to die.

The crown prince Dumakisu walked out of the palace in a very sour mood. His brows were as pointy as a sword's tip, and his eyes glowed and oozed blackish smoke. The remaining eight of the Ashura council were with him, all battle-ready.

Dumakisu looked so scary that even his companions shivered. He was not a man to be trifled with. He killed Eyrion, fought and defeated Amraikugyu, and even forced Triple Factor to retreat. During the Great Descent that saw humans leave the first world and descend to the lower worlds, he was at the front line. He enforced jinzidal in the lower worlds and made sure it was obeyed.

"Unveil the curtains," the crown prince commanded. "The Lord King has ordered me to bring Armad Wilberforce's head."

"Prince, you don't have to go there yourself. I should be the one to do this menial task…" Deputy Tadiyraini started.

But the prince glared at him and said, "A new Commandment was passed today: by killing one of the Ashura, all descendants of Wilberforce have now forfeited their right to live."

The deputy nodded solemnly. A Commandment was different. It was a religion and must be obeyed under all circumstances. He went ahead to the University of Ururu and published this new Commandment.

At the very beginning, there was Jinzidal. Then the Amri came. And now a new Commandment had come. What would become of Armad and the Wilberforce?