The Enchanted Throne of Lost Gods

Above the crimson-red battlefield, a boy appearing no more than 20 years old, stood transfixed, his gaze lingering on the spot where Noah had vanished into thin air.

A soft, calm smile spread across his face, illuminating a deep seated joy he had never experienced before.

His eyes shone with an unspoken delight, as if witnessing a miracle.

His Long, flowing, and dark, with elegant strands framing the face. His hair has intricate ornamental accessories, conveying a sense of nobility or mystical heritage.

His eyes Narrow, expressive eyes with a subtle, knowing look, suggesting wisdom, cunning, or a mysterious charm.

His slight, confident smile that hints at charm, secrecy, and a playful, possibly seductive nature.

His Elaborate and richly adorned garments in flowing fabrics and complex patterns, reminiscent of ancient or fantasy inspired royalty or a wandering bard. His attire includes ornate embroidery and beads, symbolizing wealth, culture, or magical affiliation.

Suddenly, a voice pierced the air, seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere at once. "What do you think about the young boy Anderson?" the mysterious voice asked, its owner's location irrelevant, as if distance was of no consequence.

"In a shocking revelation, the enigmatic boy was revealed to be none other than a younger Anderson, the formidable supreme sorcerer."

"The red-haired avatar was merely a clever disguise, crafted to deceive Noah."

"I'd love to hear your thoughts on the young boy's performance," Anderson replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaited a response.

The voice began to respond, its tone measured and deliberate, as though indulging in an old habit of answering Anderson's inquiries with careful precision." First, we offered the young man a measure of respect, acknowledging his survival on the blood drenched battlefield with a hint of admiration, just enough to spark a flicker of hope within him. We allowed our interest to show, letting him believe he had earned our attention, that perhaps he possessed the strength to endure.

Then came the shift. With calculated words, we presented him with paths to survival, each one leading only to submission. His hope began to crumble, slowly and as we saw the last fragile threads of his resolve begin to fray, he finally reached the moment we had been waiting for.

"Patience drained, desperation sharpening his mind, he realized the bitter truth, there was no other way. No escape. No salvation. Only his final gambit remained, his trump card, the secret that had carried him through the carnage. He revealed it without hesitation, just as we had foreseen. No chains, no blades, no need for torture. He fell perfectly into the snare we had laid, his pride and defiance yielding precisely as we had intended."

Anderson sank into a heavy silence, his expression darkening with the weight of unspoken thoughts. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice low and edged with bitter disappointment. "Your analysis is well-crafted,"

He admitted, "but would you believe me if I told you… he played us from the very beginning? That even in the moment of his disappearance, we remained blind to his intentions, never once realizing the depth of his deception. And in every step, he left no opportunity to waste, no moment unturned, without ensuring I tasted the full measure of his humiliation."

"What?" The voice, once calm and patient, now trembled with growing turmoil.

Never before had it heard such words from Anderson words admitting that someone had outwitted him, let alone pushed him to the point of humiliation.

No one understood Anderson better than he did, making the shock that struck him all the more terrifying.

"These are the only two things I've come to understand since his disappearance. And I know there are still many more things I don't yet comprehend, but he has already done to me."

"I've been thinking a lot lately about what to do with him. But when I look into his eyes, I can sense that he isn't really seeing me, as if he can see beyond my surface, beyond the appearance I show. Yet, I refuse to believe it."

"We tried to plant seeds of fear in him by offering hope, only to shatter it in the next moment.

We thought we succeeded when he ran for his life."

"Then we moved on to the next stage, sending a bear after him. We knew he was intimidated by the bear, so we held back more powerful enemies that could truly crush his fighting spirit."

"It was all a ruse," Anderson said, his voice laced with a mix of admiration and frustration. "He manipulated us from the start, anticipating our every move. By following me first and then pretending to need our protection, he cleverly turned the tables. Our greatest mistake was underestimating him, assuming he was just a desperate survivor."

"He grasped that I'm a calculating individual, one who weighs risks and opportunities."

"He realized that I wouldn't kill him outright, at least not initially, because I'd want to assess his value and potential uses first."

"He then executed the next phase of his plan, feigning desperation as he fled for his life. By pretending to be terrified of us, he cleverly manipulated our perception, making us believe he was a mortal afraid of his inevitable demise.

However, his true intention was to lure us into sending a bear to chase him, rather than a more formidable beast that could have killed him instantly.

This calculated move was designed to test our patience and tactics, exploiting our desire to uncover his secret of survival. Unfortunately, we fell into his trap, committing our second mistake."

"The third phase of his plan proved to be the most insidious. He slaughtered the bear in a brutally deliberate manner, ensuring that the gruesome scene would ignite my anger and provoke a rash response.

His intention was to goad me into attempting to kill him outright, rather than taking a more measured approach to capture him. Unbeknownst to me, I was walking blindly into his most lethal trap, one that would have far reaching consequences."

"The bear was, in fact, a formidable opponent, but it had been restrained from taking full action, adhering strictly to my prior instructions."

The voice responded with genuine curiosity, "But, Anderson, I'm not sure I understand. How did he humiliate you? It sounds like a game of cat and mouse between you two."

"At first, he didn't even deign to speak to me. He merely parted his lips, as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

It was a deliberate choice, a refusal to engage in dialogue with the monster responsible for slaughtering millions in an instant.

Intelligent humans often withhold their words when they deem the listener incapable of understanding or appreciating their meaning. His silence was a scathing indictment, a testament to his contempt for me."

"That an apprentice sorcerer, still wet behind the ears, was able to outmaneuver me, a supreme sorcerer of unparalleled power, is a humiliation I will not soon forget."

"It's clear that he had the ability to disappear at any moment, but he chose to linger, deliberately demonstrating that my tactics were ineffective against him.

It was a calculated move, a warning to me that my tricks were nothing more than a nuisance, and that I would be wise not to underestimate him and chase after him in the future."

"Anderson, what's our next move? We're being framed, and the true mastermind behind the carnage on this battlefield remains unknown.Our all spies are saying that there is no evidence who destroyed this country.

This apprentice sorcerer is already formidable.It's unsettling to think of his potential when he reaches his full power."

"If we give him time to grow he will hunt us sooner or later for the sins we didn't commit"

the voice was so impatient and uneasy that if Anderson gives the permission to take action he will not take breath untill he kills the young boy

"Kill him?" Anderson repeated, his voice laced with disdain. "You'd have me slaughter an innocent boy? That's the root of your problem your realm is ravaged by humans because you possess knowledge, but lack the wisdom to wield it."

"Don't forget, young one, that your human civilization has reached this pinnacle because of the guidance of us spirit races.

For centuries, we have shared our wisdom with you, teaching you the ancient arts of potion-making and blood awakening.

Without our intervention, your kind would still be plagued by conflict, squabbling over material wealth and wielding nuclear weapons against one another."the mysterious voice replied with rage.

"And now you dare to say we spirit races lack wisdom? Your human civilization has barely scratched the surface of true power, and yet you presume to regard us as ignorant or foolish?"

"If we were as inept as you seem to think, would you be following me around everywhere?" Anderson retorted, his voice laced with a hint of mockery and amusement.

"Tsk," the mysterious voice muttered, conceding defeat. "I should know better than to engage in a battle of wits with you. You always seem to have the upper hand with words. Why do I even bother trying to outmaneuver you?"

"Education and consciousness are two distinct concepts with profound implications.'Education' literally means to acquaint, develop, or gain awareness. In essence, education is the transmission of social values, culture, and literature to future generations.

Consciousness, on the other hand, refers to the state of being aware of one's surroundings, thoughts, and emotions. It encompasses intuitive knowledge, obtained through reason and self-reflection, rather than formal education. In essence, consciousness is the psychological awareness of oneself and one's environment.It manifests in various forms, including perception, intuition, and inclination."

Interestingly, education and consciousness are not interchangeable. An educated individual, devoid of intuition and perceptive qualities, can remain unconscious, regardless of their academic credentials.

"Noah's mind is a vast, overflowing reservoir of wisdom, honed by the weight of centuries.

The 20-year-old Anderson can't hope to rival the ancient, mysterious being that Noah has become.

The truth about Noah's existence remains shrouded in mystery, has he walked the earth for millennia, or did his soul transcend time and death, migrating into the body of a young warrior who fell on the battlefield?"

"Noah toyed with Anderson, effortlessly manipulating him as if he were a pawn in a game.

"It wasn't that Anderson was a weak adversary; on the contrary, he was a formidable opponent. His only mistake was he underestimate Noah's capabilities.

"If they had known each other's true depths, the outcome would have been impossible to predict."

"With a flicker of curiosity, Noah even attempted to calculate the angle boy depth.

To his surprise, the young man proved to be more perceptive than he had anticipated, he knew Noah to the very core of his being and he also showed no hostility towards him "