LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 33: Chapter 30: A War Without a Target
The First Move
The Church of Evernight moved first.
The Black Clergy gathered in candlelit chambers, whispering prayers to their goddess, seeking divine revelation.
Yet, no prophecy came.
No vision.
No decree from Evernight Herself.
Only an unsettling silence.
For the first time, the omniscient gaze of the Evernight Goddess found itself staring into an empty space—one that should not exist.
And that terrified them.
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The Second Move
The Lord of Storms was not as patient.
Where wisdom failed, brute force would succeed.
Priests and warriors of the Storm pathway stormed into action, hunting for leads. They questioned sailors, merchants, informants—anyone who had so much as heard the name Yeaia Nolas.
It was a fruitless effort.
People could remember the name.
But when asked to describe them, the answers contradicted each other.
"They have mismatched eyes—one silver, one red."
"No, I remember them being gold and black."
"What? I could have sworn it was blue and white."
Even their appearance was uncertain.
Reports returned inconsistent, unreliable.
The Lord of Storms' wrath grew.
Lightning cracked across the sky, but it struck nothing.
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The Third Move
The Visionary Pathway was confused.
This was their domain—dreams, illusions, shifting perception.
Yet Yeaia was something even they could not mold.
The Dream Weavers of the Church of the Fool tried to create an image of Yeaia within their minds—but their dreams changed the moment they woke.
Artists drew sketches of Yeaia—only to find the lines smudged, blurred, or entirely missing.
The Visionaries saw glimpses of Yeaia, but never the full picture.
A name without form.
An existence without definition.
A paradox in a world built on order.
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The Fourth Move
The Hidden Sage whispered to His followers:
"You are chasing a shadow cast by something that does not stand in the light."
His scholars spent days debating the meaning.
But even they, with all their knowledge, had no answer.
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Klein's Observation
Seated upon his high-backed chair within the gray fog, Klein folded his hands before him.
His church had not made a move.
Not because they were idle—but because they understood something the others did not.
"They cannot kill what they cannot define."
The gods and their followers could hunt, predict, manipulate the threads of fate because those threads existed.
But Yeaia?
They were never woven into the fabric to begin with.
And that meant the war against them had already failed before it began.
Klein exhaled, his gaze heavy.
"But that won't stop them from trying."
And when gods grow desperate,
The world will suffer for it.
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End of Chapter 30
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