Omega Ascension System[BL]

[Right...] "Anyway, I’ll explain." Sylas began, clearing his throat. "So, the palace isn’t protected by any walls or gates as you may have noticed. That’s because there’s an invisible force bubble surrounding it. A ’shield’." Elian nodded slowly. That’s right... His second time coming here with his consciousness he was able to walk past the force bubble without getting detected. "Lord Kyren’s magic powers the shield," Sylas added, his voice a whisper. "But there are guards stationed at different strategic directions around it... You know. Just in case." Elian nodded slowly, giving a polite smile that probably came off as awkward to the lad. After a few seconds, Sylas cleared his throat. "Well, I have to go now. I need to refill these and head back to the guards before they scold me for being lazy." He was about to leave yet again but Elian didn’t allow it. [Why you wouldn’t is beyond me.] "You’re not the only servant in this palace, are you?" Elian queried, arching a brow. "Why do you have to go through all that trouble?" Sylas froze, his expression twisted into a deep frown as if what Elian just said was sacrilegious. "S–Sir Elian, I have to do it because I’m paid to." Sylas stuttered, squinting. "It’s the only thing I need to attend to this morning before relaxing." Interesting. Elian smirked slowly, his eyes fleeting from the boy’s head to his toes. Looks like he needs to teach someone a thing or two about growing a spine. [As if you’ve made much improvement in growing yours.] Elian ignored the system as always, patting Sylas on his back. "I assume you’ve been really busy throughout today. Right?" Sylas seemed nervous at first, glancing around the empty corridor. There was no one coming. "Yes. Yes, I have." Sylas nodded, a wry smile curling his lips. "But... But I’m not complaining. The guards work really hard—" "Work really hard doing what?" Elian scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Lying around all day because Kyren’s force field has never actually been brought down? Come on, Sylas." Elian brought his other hand to his chest, poking him once with his finger. "You deserve that rest you were talking about. Those guards are employees of Kyren as much as you are. Let them get their wine themselves." [Woo-hoo! The award for "giving advice I never took" goes to you, boo.] Sylas paused, his pupils dilating like he was contemplating everything Elian said. Elian waited patiently at first but then chimed thoughtfully. "What’s your version of relaxation in this palace? Watching the news? Sleeping?" Sylas managed a light chuckle. "Sleeping is one thing. But there’s one more..."

Elian grinned. "See? Does this mean you’ll listen to my suggestion and show me what you do for relaxation?" [So much effort from the guy who said he doesn’t find the twink hot a few minutes ago.] ’I don’t find him hot, okay?!’ Elian snapped mentally. ’He... He seems more like a little brother.’ [You’re literally the same age, but whatever you say, fruitcake.] "About what you said..." Sylas paused at first but then his smile widened. "You’re right, sir Elian. I should give myself more credit and focus on things I like." Elian felt an odd sense of pride surge through him. It was nice helping another Omega feel empowered. "Which is why I’m going to show you around my favourite relaxation spot in the palace." Sylas suddenly dropped the tray on a small table resting on the wall, clapping once. "The grand library." Elian’s smile faltered for a bit. A library? For relaxation? "I was... Not expecting you to mention a library. But I see why that could work." Elian shrugged. "So, what kind of books? Novels? If it’s anything involving math, count me out." Sylas giggled, shaking his head. "Oh, trust me, sir Elian, it’s not. Should I take you there?" Elian parted his lips, trying to think when the system scolded him. [Are you kidding? A grand library owned by the Rogue king who might easily be the most powerful hybrid on the continent? Do you know how much knowledge you could acquire?] Elian’s eyes lit up. A thought crossed his mind. "Wait, does this library have anything about magic at all?" He narrowed his eyes on Sylas who was quick to respond. "Yes! All sorts of arcane knowledge in fact." The lad seemed ecstatic. "That’s my main reason for—" "Bet." Elian rubbed his hands together, grinning with anticipation. "Take me to this library." . . The library was located on the last floor, the same floor as Kyren’s throne room. It was surprisingly unguarded, but the large black wooden doors were fortified with a visible layer of red magic energy. However, to Elian’s surprise, Sylas brought out a pendant with a dazzling blood red brooch. "Lord Kyren only makes the library accessible to people in the palace who’ve proved ’worthy’ of the knowledge within," Sylas muttered, placing the pendant in front of the door. "And that’s only a few people in this palace." Elian clicked his tongue silently.

Did this mean Kyren didn’t view HIM as worthy enough? [Dude, you just got here.] He folded his arms in front of his chest, waiting patiently for the doors to open. But a few seconds soon turned to ten and then that turned to what seemed like an eternity. "Uhm..." Elian raised a hand, his brows furrowed. "Does it usually take this long?" Sylas seemed just as confused as he was, withdrawing the pendant and staring at it closely. But then— The pendant suddenly vanished into a cloud of red smoke from his grip, causing Elian to jolt with shock and for Sylas to gasp. "What in the name of everything unholy is going on here?" An all too familiar voice boomed through the hallway, sending shivers through Elian’s being. He whipped his head in the voice’s direction and gulped when he saw him. Kyren. And the Rogue king did not seem pleased.