Novel & Cerita Divine Vessel Poe

He found a new home. "Step back from the glass!" Inquisitor Vane shouted, drawing his silver pistol. The Council members scrambled out of their high chairs, their faces pale with terror. They wanted a weapon they could study, but they had brought a hungry god into their house. Zade slammed his fist against the reinforced glass. BOOM. The coffin didn't just break; it exploded. Shards of glass flew through the air like shrapnel. Guards screamed as they were cut down. Vane fired his pistol, but the silver bullet melted before it even touched Zade’s skin.

Let them see, the power surged again. Stronger……Wilder……Ancient. The creature fell to his knees. His eyes never left mine. Suddenly his fear became understanding, recognition, terror. As though he had finally realized exactly who I was, or what I was. His mouth opened. The words emerged slowly, barely a whisper, yet everyone heard them. Every wolf, every warrior, every soul standing on that mountain. "The Vessel." The battlefield froze. My heartbeat thundered inside my ears. The creature laughed weakly, blood stained his lips. His gaze remained fixed on me. Then his expression turned weakly anxious as his voice cracked. "The dark gods..."

Rumble… That was when a gigantic eye opened on the jet-black wall behind her. The pupil was encircled with green specks, and as it moved, a voice that seemed to speak from the infinite universe itself asked, "Your Eminence… Is Caleb Crawford really possessed by the Coffin of the Gods?" The world around the woman shattered as the Great Eye finished, revealing the infinite universe.

Elvanya's Pov Suddenly it felt like lightning was running through my veins. The moon mark on my back burned so hot I thought it would scar me. Power flooded into my body faster than I could process it. I screamed from the pain but I did not let go of it. The silver light around me grew impossibly bright. It was no longer just my power anymore but the goddess's power flowing through me. I was just a vessel for her divine energy. Willem's eyes went wide with fear. "That is impossible" he said. "A mortal body cannot hold that much divine power."

The stone shuddered and then parted, revealing a narrow corridor lined with statues of hooded monks. Each held a vessel carved from crystal, filled with a faint, silvery liquid. None had spilled despite the centuries. Lucien frowned. “What is this?” Elias bent close. “Essence. The monks preserved remnants of divine energy—prayers made manifest. If these survived, they could amplify her power.” Seraphina’s gaze moved across the vessels. “Or awaken something the Church meant to forget.” As she spoke, the air changed again. The silvery light inside the vessels began to stir, drawn toward her like breath toward flame.

Through the Entity's presence, I felt its shock, a genuine surprise from an ancient being that rarely experienced such emotions. She might be speaking the truth, when it comes down to all these people striving to control powers there is always a deeper purpose. The assessment of dual vessels can be merely the test case. If you fail, if you prove unable to wield divine power responsibly, the Arbiters will seal all Entity bonds. Every divine weapon still connected to mortal vessels will be severed. Permanently. "How many vessels are there?" Aeliana asked quietly.

the atmosphere seemed to call to her. The sphere pulsed. The runes on her desk ignited. Theo’s hand brushed her arm. “Steady—” But it was too late. The energy flooded through her veins like starlight turned liquid. Images flared behind her eyes—wolves made of constellations, a moon bleeding silver, and a woman’s voice whispering, Daughter of the stars… awaken. A rush of power tore free. Light exploded from the desk, scattering the class in a chorus of gasps. The sphere cracked down the middle, and from its core burst a silver wolf—ethereal, luminous, and very much alive.

He felt naked, his soul exposed and trembling before an existence that transcended all his understanding of life and death. 'That body of his… it's no longer a body,' Rayden realized in horror. It is a vessel. A vessel forged of pure energy. How can a worldly poison taint something divine?' After a silence that felt like an eternity, Brahma Angkara slowly exhaled. From his mouth came a puff of pale purple smoke. The smoke didn't just dissipate. It swirled in the air, forming the fragile petals of a lotus flower for a brief, beautiful moment, before finally dissolving into the thin air at the top of the world. The essence of the two deadly poisons had been completely purified by his body, tra