Ancestral Lineage-Chapter 321: Truth of the Beast Plane

Chapter 321: Truth of the Beast Plane

Ethan sat in silence within a room carved from shimmering obsidian and laced with gentle pulses of psychic energy. The walls hummed softly, not with malice, but with a resonance akin to breath—alive, ancient, aware. He was bare-chested, clothed only in fitted black trousers and rugged boots. The air was still, the silence absolute, save for the subtle thrum of the Will Plane beyond.

This place had been gifted to him by Queen Ashtora—a residence woven from the essence of the Obsidian Groves, refashioned here in the Ancestral Home of the E’Sherils after the Grove itself had been rendered uninhabitable. It had been only a week since the battle—seven hours in his original world. Yet within that brief blink of time, worlds had shifted.

In his absence, Regnare and his team had succeeded in the simulation trial once again, celebrating what they believed to be a well-earned victory. Unbeknownst to them, however, one of the Empresses had subtly lowered the simulation’s difficulty—an act of grace they would only come to realize upon Ethan’s return. For now, they bathed in false triumph.

But here, in the Beast Plane, true triumph bore scars.

The clash between Ethan and Queen Ashtora had echoed across every fold of the Beast Planes, reshaping power structures and igniting fear, awe, and ambition. Their battle had become legend—a battle of gods, they called it. A battle that blurred the lines between myth and reality. It had torn the Obsidian Groves apart, and yet from its ashes, something new had emerged.

Thankfully, Queen Ashtora had prepared for such devastation. The E’Sherils now resided in their ancestral home, tucked within the deeper folds of the Will Planes—surprisingly close to their long-standing rivals, the T’Shalari. Proximity had bred tension, but Ethan, standing as sovereign over both, had acted swiftly.

With words of unity and power that brokered no doubt, he quelled their ancient bitterness. Not through domination, but by invoking the shared legacy they both carried. What had been division was now forged into one—the Will Clan, a single mighty body formed by two ancient tribes.

Ethan had accepted the mantle of Clan Head. The rest of the hierarchy would come later, with plans already brewing for something… unprecedented.

The Will Clan was not merely a political merger. It was symbolic: attack one, you face all. The T’Shalari and the E’Sherils stood together, and the ripples of their alliance had not gone unnoticed.

Some tribes whispered of alliance, others of war.

The Gargoyle Clan of Babel’s Hive was the first to act. They had history with Ethan—he had once freed them from a centuries-old curse. Now, with Maverick, one of their own, having ascended into a being nearly equal to their founder, Babel, the clan saw opportunity. Legacy, power, salvation—they found all in Ethan.

Ethan chuckled to himself, reclining slightly as he remembered the exhaustion of the past week. Even as a Partial Saint, the burden was… substantial.

“First an empire… now a clan of beasts—no, aliens? I need to find a proper classification for them later,” he mused, eyes narrowing at the starlit ceiling overhead. “Beast Plane… is that even the right name?”

He waved a hand. “Grimoire!”

In a flash of golden light, the Grimoire of Order shimmered into existence beside him. It hovered, regal and silent, its pages fluttering with invisible wind.

“You once told me the Beast Plane was part of my inheritance,” Ethan began, his voice calmer now. “I assume that means my Ancestral Inheritance… correct?”

“Correct,” the Grimoire intoned, its voice carrying a deep, celestial clarity.

Ethan’s eyes sharpened. “So then… what is the Beast Plane, exactly? Is it just some mirrored dimension? A pocket realm? Or something else entirely?”

The grimoire pulsed faintly. “Answering that in words would be… insufficient. The nature of the Beast Plane is far too vast for verbal constraints.”

It paused.

“I will share memories with you instead. Layered, ancient, buried deep within your bloodline. These memories will explain everything you need to understand—about the Beast Plane, about your inheritance… and about the Will that binds them both.”

Ethan exhaled deeply and nodded. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

The Grimoire opened.

Light erupted.

And the truth began to pour into him—each memory a spark of ancient understanding, pulling him deeper into the very bones of the world he now ruled.

…

In the heart of the Will Clan’s territory, nestled between vast ridges of psychic crystal and ancient stone, the first official council of the unified clan convened beneath the sacred spire known as the Stone of Accord.

Ethan was absent—deep within his inherited memory stream, unraveling the secrets of the Beast Plane. But his absence did not stall the world. No, in fact, it ignited it.

Queen Ashtora, once a sovereign feared for her hunger, now stood draped in flowing crimson and violet robes laced with psychic runes, her aura subdued yet unmistakable. She was not what she had once been—there was no longer a need to devour minds. Now she ruled through vision, not fear.

Urrandel, the ancestral spirit and newly awakened sovereign of the T’Shalari, stood beside her. Towering and composed, his form flickered occasionally between solid and spectral, a being shaped from psionic clarity and tribal memory. His awakening had been monumental, and now his presence inspired awe in both tribes.

Both were officially sworn in as Vice Clan Heads—representing the old bloodlines, but now unified beneath a single banner.

Surrounding them were the Twelve Elders—six from each tribe—who retained their positions from the old systems. These elders represented wisdom, tradition, and balance. Though they deferred now to a higher authority, their voices still carried weight, and their presence assured the people that this union was not a conquest—but a convergence.

Ashtora raised a hand. “Let it be known,” she spoke solemnly, “that from this moment forward, no action shall be taken without deliberation from the Twin Pillars—Vice Head Urrandel and myself—and consultation from the Circle of Twelve.”

Urrandel nodded. “So stands the Will Clan, not as dominators, but as a new force of balance in the Beast Plane.”

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But the changes did not go unnoticed.

From across the outer territories, delegates had begun to arrive—some with wary expressions, others with gifts and banners.

The Babel’s Hive Gargoyles were the first. Their delegation, stone-winged and armored in obsidian-plated bone, arrived with pride etched across their faces. Their leader, Fennoth the Binder, bowed before the council.

“We come not only to observe,” he said, “but to pledge interest. Our ascended one, Maverick, owes fealty to none but remembers the hand that lifted him. We are ready to negotiate terms of alliance, if accepted.”

Then came the Skarn, spiderlike beings of luminous silk and glowing eyes. Their Queen, Aeyllin, did not appear in person but sent her First Thread, Viss’tare, who delivered a cryptic message:

“Where the Will tethers, the Web watches. The Skarn do not yet join… but neither do we oppose. Speak once more when the strands align.”

Some came with challenge, not offerings.

The Vaedrax, a fire-bound avian race from the western canyons, sent a lone warrior—Rexahr of Flame—to declare disapproval of the Will Clan’s rapid expansion.

“We are watching,” he said. “You gather tribes like a rising storm. If that storm crosses our skies, we will answer.”

Still, none dared strike.

Not yet.

The Beast Plane was shifting. Old powers were awakening. Forgotten beings stirred in the deep, drawn by the reverberations of Ethan’s clash with Ashtora.

And through it all, as alliances formed and tensions brewed, the Seat of the Will Clan remained empty, its rightful head deep in communion with memory and truth.

But he would return.

And when he did, the world would not be the same.

Virell stood quietly at the edge of the ceremonial court, cloaked in the traditional garb of the Stone-Eyed Nomads—one of the lesser-known tribes that had sent “observers” to the new Will Clan council.

But Virell was no true Nomad.

His gaze never lingered too long on anyone, but his ears caught every syllable. His posture was loose, unthreatening. His aura—suppressed, drained of identity. A perfect chameleon.

They’re forming faster than we expected, he thought, eyes resting briefly on Urrandel as the ancestral sovereign discussed terms with the Skarn’s envoy.

His orders were clear.

Observe. Record. Do not interfere—unless Ethan’s influence extends to the Obsidian Faults. Then, eliminate key elders and destabilize.

So far, no such move had occurred.

But what caught his attention was Queen Ashtora. She was… different. Humbled, even. She laughed softly as she exchanged words with an elder. Not the behavior of a tyrant. Curious.

Virell shifted his weight slightly, fingers brushing against the sigil embedded in his forearm. It pulsed faintly with crimson heat. A reminder of his true master—the one who feared Ethan’s rise. The one who once ruled without rivals in the deeper layers of the Beast Plane.

He’s building an empire out of beasts, corpses, and pride, Virell mused. It may become beautiful. It must be watched.

He allowed himself a soft, invisible smirk.

Let the Saint build his dream. One day, it may be the perfect thing to break.

This chapter will contain scenes that you might deem as a copy of someone’s work, but that’s not the case. The scenes share similarities with “Gods of Gassendi by Tyran_T or Gods of Gassendi by Tyrant_T_1.” These authors are none other than me. I lost those accounts based on several reasons, so I had to start something fresh. Regardless, this book is based on my previous books, so just in case you’ve read any of these books or come across them, I am the author with lost accounts.

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