TriVerse: Bloom of the Forgotten soul

chapter 4 (The Temple Of Ancients)

part 1 : everly's call

Jalan roars and leaps—his hammer arcing toward Everly’s heart

everly counters with a punch with her knuckles leaving a crack in his hammer

enraged jalan used his full borrowed strength and overpowered everly

Jalan Woodgard stands tall, hammer pulsing with carved mana runes—each swing meant not to defeat, but to dominate. His strikes thunder across the elvish arena

His voice booms across the arena:

“Call your energy now, human! Where’s your cursed god now?”

Everly stumbles briefly, shoulder bruised, breath shallow. Dust dances in her aura—but her eyes are clear.

From the side, Elarion Starcrest scoffs, robes trailing like arrogance.

“Seems your god has run out to the depth of deepsea”

Sylindriel Moonveil, arms folded, smirks.

“That work should be in rightful place. that's within noble hands. She should’ve known better.”

Aeloria Lumenveil clenches her fists behind the wards. Her heart pulses in rhythm with the eyes glow—everly’s mana signature echoing through arena

Jalan charges, hammer raised for the final blow.

But then—Everly’s knuckles ignite.

Not with summoned knuckles. Not with ancestral privilege. But with a surge born of resilience, saltwater, and defiance.

Deepsea glyphs lash across her arms. Her aura swells—uncontrolled yet elegant. A roar not from her throat, but from her bones.

She blocks the hammer—barehanded.

The clash bursts in a geyser of glowing mana threads. Jalan stumbles back, shocked.

Everly rises from the swirl, eyes blue with deep blue knuckles.

“I don’t need Jalandhara’s wrath to stand. Because this strength—is mine.”

She hurls a punch with oceanic fury, sending Jalan crashing to his knees.

A hush falls over the arena.

Then—

Aeloria, eyes wide, steps toward the warded edge. She whispers, voice trembling with awe:

“Her heartbeat—it's... glows.” “She's forming a Mana core.”

The Aurora glyphs swirl down, echoing the new rhythm like a blessing.

“You forged strength in pressure—where others only boosted their power.”

The arena shakes violently. Mana-infused dust and shattered arenas

mana barrier . The shockwave knocks several people to their knees.

Jalan reels back. Everly follows with a spinning strike to his ribs, then a deepsea-powered knuckle to his shoulder. Jalan stumbles, surprised—not by the force, but the discipline behind it.

They circle each other.

Jalan (panting, astonished):

“You... you held me back on your own . This was your own power?”

Everly (brushing blood from her lip):

“I didn’t come here to bury you in a god’s wrath. I came here to show you that honour doesn’t need to roar—it just needs to stand.”

Jalan drops to one knee, hammer lowered.

he realises that in order to win he lost his path of honour and let the path to disaster

Everly lowers her fists, glowing faintly. pulsing brighter than ever.

Even Sylindriel and Elarion are speechless.

Jalan (solemnly):

“Then I yield. By the oath of my tribe, when bested in a duel of honour... I offer myself as slave. You have earned it.”

Gasps ripple through the arena. The southern barbarian culture is strict—service is sacred. Jalan bows, ready to relinquish his name

But Everly steps closer.

She kneels beside him.

Everly (gentle but firm):

“I didn’t fight for a servant. I fought for truth. I don’t need your strength behind me—I’d rather have it beside me.”

Jalan lifts his gaze, stunned.

Jalan (quietly):

“You... would make me your friend?”

Everly (smiling):

“Only if you promise not to swing hammers at me again.”

Jalan laughs, breaking into a grin that shakes off the tension.

He stands. And this time, he extends his hand—not to serve, but to join.

Jalan:

“Then I am honoured, Everly . From this day, we walk as equals.”

Aeloria Lumenveil, watching from the edge, places her hand over her heart.

She whispers to herself:

“That was no victory. That was a transformation.”

Aeloria speaks softly:

“You fought for honour—and became something no lineage could create.”

later that night Aeloria entered into everly's room and thanked her and they shared about things they knew about library to each other and she mentioned that she saw everly's Mana core .she was puzzled

thus she don't know about mana core

so Aeloria explained that semi humans like elves , merfoke,dwarfs and beast kin have mana core

super human has mana heart thus reducing the capacity of making spellcasting less powerful but in plus side when it's fused with weapons and make unique skill known as enhancement magic , spellblades and skill gaining techniques

while semi humans have magic chants that are chaos and creation level magic

we are grant by elementary magic and high mana storage capacity

and most have factors called growth which rarely occurred grants us souls

and it's also the reason the dragons and higher beings were hunted

and the association says dragon posses both mana heart and soul energy which was lead Aeloria Lumenveil lead to the theory

of understanding mana heart and mana core

and she also said that a everly has mana core and ask why

everly said that she was confused and said the barbarian mage also has mana core then what's the problem

Aeloria Lumenveil mana core ...... are you sure.... Aeloria asked and everly replied when we faught i feel the same frequency from her she said

Aeloria Lumenveil: frequency..... mana core...... Aeloria reply that barbarian and

skyborn tribes are exceptions they have mana heart even though they are semi human and the fact that you can feel frequently means you have mana heart

you possess both mana heart and mana core

Aeloria Lumenveil was so excited that she started to examine her and request to join in her project

everly accept with a condition

next day everly introduced Aeloria Lumenveil to jalan the more Aeloria Lumenveil knows jalan the deeper the bonded everly was in awe to see those two together

while eating under a tree everly ask to jalan that his name was similar to the god she bonded with

jalan said that " god have souls that try to call upon the worthy"

jalan also said that the contract with God was sacred and it only passed from the barbarian ancestral and enquire that how everly got one

everly explain that she was only chosen by not make an contract

jalan : if you want to know we need to meet the only living ancestral gorgen

everly agreed and jalan guided them to the ancestral forest ' luna ' upon arriving to the forest they were surrounded by fog but jalan's tattoo repels them

realise that he was barbarian the fog guided them to an old temple inside their are nine giant statue

Everly (gazing upward): “These statues… each one carved so big . Yet only one speaks?”

Jalan (eyes fixed on the central statue): “That one… he's different. There’s breath behind the stone.”

The Gorgen (stone grinding as lips part): “You speak truth. I am Gorgen, Warden of Ancestral Memory. I answer only three questions. Choose wisely.”

Everly (steps forward): “Then I ask this: Why is Jalan’s name bound to the god Jalanthira? The similarity—it's too precise.”

Gorgen (pauses, voice dropping to a low rumble): “So the lineage lives…” He bows his massive head, eyes flicker with ancient sorrow. “You deserve the tale.”

part 2 story of three mages

Gorgen: “Long before your sun rose, there were three brothers born to a dying realm.

The eldest mastered light, radiance of purity.

The middle tamed water, the tide of emotion and renewal.

The youngest… he was magicless. But his hunger forged a new art: Contract Magic.

They journeyed far, summoned the angelic hosts. Even the youngest, though barren of magic, made a pact. But he reached too far…”

Jalan (quietly): “He summoned Mammon.”

Gorgen (nods solemnly): “Mammon, the Greedy Flame, whispered promises and fed the third mage’s ambition. He led his brothers to a village… and there, the youngest committed sacrifice—three lives with faint magic, slain upon an altar.”

Gorgen : with that sacrifice he summoned crystal of time

Everly: “Wait—he summoned what?”

Gorgen: “A crystal. Forged by forbidden last surviving dwarf god .the crystal pulled them into the White Confine, where time fractured. Each brother was granted a single wish.

The first wished to spread light magic to mankind.

The second, love rekindled—a soul revived.

The third… he wished for power beyond all gods. And so, time shifted. Magic vanished. Trains replaced horses. The world became other.”

they were left in an different time line

Jalan (staggering back): “Then… the barbarian bloodline descends from him? The third mage?”

Gorgen (his voice like thunder breaking): “Indeed. Those touched by his wish evolved.

Light-bearers became elves and elf varient of world tree

Water-wielders, merfolk of Atlantis.

the power hungry mage was the cause Power-bound souls became barbarians, (fierce and untethered) , dwarfs (small and skilled )

Even mana… is gift from their bones.”

Everly (turns to Jalan): “You bear his name. His echo. Jalanthira may not be a god—but a shard of the second mage’s soul.”

Jalan (breath catches): “Then who am I? A vessel? Or his reincarnation?”

Gorgen (stone creaks as his hand lifts): “That is for your second question.”

Everly: “Not yet. We must know more.”

Jalan (nods slowly): “This… this story is the spine of our world. It changes everything.”

Everly (stepping forward, voice firm): “I ask the second question—not for myself, but for the world. Gorgen, continue the tale.”

Gorgen (low rumble, head tilted slightly): “You choose to pierce the veil willingly. So be it. Their gifts… were also curses.”

Gorgen (central statue): “You have invoked truth… and now the others will speak.”

As Gorgen falls silent, the second statue begins to glow with an aquamarine shimmer. Fins carved of obsidian flex unnaturally. A voice as fluid as the tides emerges.

Nonalia (statue’s eyes glowing sea-blue): “I am Nonalia, once an S-tier merfoke, guardian of the Second Mage’s vow. You ask of him—the mage who bent water and time to bring love back from death.”

“His wish was pure. His heart, sincere. Yet the crystal granted him not revival, but repetition. His wife returned—fragile and fading. Sick in soul and breath. She bore him a child… and then she died again.”

Jalan (whispers): “A cycle cursed…”

Nonalia (voice deepens): “Yes. The child thrived, but the pain echoed. His descendants inherited not grace—but a bloodline burdened. Each generation haunted by brief love, followed by slow suffering.

Everly (somber): “So the magic of rebirth was twisted into decay…”

Nonalia: “As the merfoke evolved in the deep, we bore witness. Each healer we trained… failed to cure the line. Each joy… ended in sorrow. Atlantis remembers the tears of the mage who bent the tides. And I stand here now, a frozen echo, warning all who chase the past.”

The Second’s mercy masked his denial. He refused to see the curse that echoed through his bloodline. Each generation sickened… yet he clung to the illusion of grace.”

Until the mage knew: the stone granted not blessings, but bargains.”

mage search for answer in the ocean in the trench even the demi god live in water never heard of those curse. so he rise to the land for answer finding his two brother suffers like him .