I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 513: Your Divine Blood Is Not the Same as the Blood of the Divine Race

Lomier led the witch doctor apprentices into the Medical Fortress and up to the mysterious attic.

The sky messenger surveyed the attic.

”This is where it happened?”

The children nodded one after another.

”This is the place. We saw a rag doll come alive right here.”

By now, the attic had been searched time and again. It stood empty, and even the hidden hole beneath the floorboards had been sealed.

The rag doll imp seen by the children was long gone. After so many days, Lomier could detect scarcely a trace of extraordinary power in the room.

With his own hands, Lomier drew a Dream Realm ritual across the attic floor. Then, using the divine name little Matafus had heard, he began calling to and communicating with the divine beings within the Star Realm.

”The Lord of the Divine Form above the Star Realm, the God of Creation of the Spirits of Old Things, the Primordial Mythical Witch Doctors born of the power of creation.”

Merely speaking the name aloud filled one with unease. Some of its syllables reached far beyond any ordinary conception of the divine.
The six mythologies were unimaginably ancient, their origins lost beyond all reckoning.

The divine name alone set Lomierʼs heart pounding like a drum.

Yet although Lomier chanted alongside the children, his own recitation of the divine name accomplished nothing.

The five witch doctor apprentices beside him were the ones who mattered. Only by chanting together could they truly reach the God of the Witch Doctors.

Whether a divine being would answer ordinary witch doctor apprentices chanting a divine name was another matter.

A divine being might hear them and still not trouble to respond.

Lomier had little confidence that this would work.

Yet he knew no other way to reach the God of the Witch Doctors. All he could do was repeat the three-part divine name over and over with the young apprentices.

”The Lord of the Divine Form above the Star Realm...”

All at once, the imps within the five apprentices rose into view as insubstantial shadows.

Phantoms of a book, a ring, a pocket watch, a powder box, and a quill revolved in the air. At last, using them as anchors and coordinates, gaze after gaze descended from beyond the sky.

Those eyes passed over the five apprentices before settling on Lomier.

Lomierʼs chest seized. Even his breath stopped.

He knew at once.

”I am beneath the gaze of the God of the Witch Doctors.”

Lomier meant to offer words of reverence, but he collapsed before he could even open his mouth.

A vast invisible hand reached across the boundary between reality and illusion, entered his body, and seized his consciousness.

Through his mental sight, he watched helplessly as his own body crumpled to the floor and his consciousness floated ever higher.

Following the open passage of the Dream Realm, it rose straight above the High Heavens.

At last, it reached somewhere within the Star Realm.

When Lomier returned to his senses, he found himself standing in a dark expanse of void.

He had not received the same treatment as the apprentices. Rather than entering the botanical garden, he hung as a shadow in the air beyond the cliff outside it.

”A kingdom in the sky, the Floating Island itself.”

Lomier instantly recognized where he stood. Turning, he looked through the luminous field of the Mythic Domain and into the dark void beyond.

”So this is the world of the stars, the Star Realm itself!”

Lomier had learned the very term Star Realm from the mythical witch doctorsʼ divine name.

One glance into the Star Realmʼs depths was enough for him to sense something there.

The shadows of the islandʼs masters appeared upon the cliff.

Lomier turned back at once and bowed to the witch doctors.

”Lomier pays his respects to the God of the Witch Doctors.”

”I thank you for saving me that day. I owe my survival beneath the power of the Great God, Star of Death, entirely to you.”

Six mythical shadows stood upon the cliff, their eyes fixed on Lomier.

They looked exactly as they had when he last saw them, dressed in ancient priestly vestments. Within a circle, the outline of Godʼs Form spread symbol-covered arms, and the mysterious pattern stirred a longing to trace its origin.

Shoulder to shoulder outside the botanical gardenʼs glass dome, the six mythical shadows spoke from the cliffʼs edge.

”So we meet again, sky messenger.”