SheÆs my daughter Westrisser croaked My own flesh and blood And recently she has been so pleasantly filial
As a Westrisser shouldnÆt she understand how important a moment this could be Fatia spoke with a devilÆs tongue and Westrisser closed his eyes in exhaustion The raptor tapped a claw on the table three times She will be proud to assist IÆm sure
Chapter 2263
Elhume looked up at PineÆs soul with bloodshot eyes His muscular form began to tremble The fuzzy sphere looked like a leaf left next to a feast ant colony huge holes punched out of the fabric of its existence The idyllic world had shrunk by a third The situation is worsening After everything what the hell is this new development You told me we could save him
The Prophet stood dazed for a moment also somewhat unable to accept the current situation albeit for very different reasons So although Nether King Hungry Eye tossed a wrench into the progression and dragged the ancient Nether faction into the war events continued to proceed as dictated by the prophecy
Wounded and desperate Mae Myrna had cut off access to her portion of existence and stabilized her foundation So while she took a visible chunk out of Pine that particular deviation was no longer expanding At the moment the real threat came not from Mae Myrna and her twisted worldview or even Nether King Hungry EyeÆs strange distortion
It was the hungry ants greedy for power
The threat came from Fatia CeruleanÆs Fates Their quick rise was what left the Prophet so conflicted Fatia should only have developed the methodology to create the Fates due to the Cult of the SaviorÆs interference The fact they developed as predicted despite their inaction including the development of Grand Fates filled the Prophet with complicated feelings
Did the ProphetÆs deviant actions matter at all He almost wanted to purposefully contradict the prophecy just to see whether events would conspire to follow the ordained path The prospect sickened him while simultaneously thrilling him the smallest bit And if the prophecy continued despite him the ProphetÆs presence or efforts here didnÆt even matter
Prophet Elhume bellowed pulling the Cult of the Savior figureheadÆs attention off of his crisis of faith and to pressing current events The fist userÆs eyes were flat and near dead a viciousness at the heart of the Elhume the Prophet had difficulty understanding Waves of pressure rolled off the muscular man Why is it your solutions have done naught but try my patience and waste my time
You know the interference of Deganawidah is an unforeseen variable And at least the Prophet thought with a weird sense of relief Proof deviations from the Prophecy are possible And you can sense his power We have little recourse to reclaim the Hierarchy at least while he remains inert But soon he will come out of hiding to exact his revenge against Fatia Cerulean and Nether King Hungry Eye At that time if we slip into his camp it will likely be unguarded To him it is naught but a bauble
Do not treat me like a fool Elhume hissed The air around him pulsed flat and empty increasingly influenced by the aspects of the void that Elhume incorporated into his image It was difficult for the Prophet to understand how ElhumeÆs image incorporated the aspect of total absence when he was motivated primarily by the emotional imperative to save Pine I can see the other damage to Pine more added every minute Mae Myrna is not the biggest threat to him any longer
The ProphetÆs two mouths high on its head like eyes released small breaths Focus was needed you are correct But these developments are not necessarily bad things There is an opportunity
Elhume flared his image suffocating all other energies and entities in the surroundings Weird negative bursts of electricity snaked across his skin Caught by surprise the ProphetÆs eyes widened Then he pressed his mouths together His own image rose in a resplendent bloom all structure and purity and overwhelming light
Begrudgingly the absence Elhume wielded gave ground Absence fretted itself to pieces before El KedecÆs pure light It was closer than the Prophet would have believed but Elhume still remained weaker
You forget yourself The Prophet spoke firmly He revealed the holy light through his body to its full potential the air boiling and the ground turning molten and tormented underneath its gaze The dangerous aura of absence cracked and faded away Elhume winced and took a step back
The Prophet allowed the flash of power to fade Let me explain Perhaps you are right let us set aside the issue of Mae Myrna for now Are you aware of the current actions of Fatia Cerulean He has created a certain method calling them Fates A method by which any individual can gain power very quickly without improving their Class or Skills
What does this have to do with Pine Elhume huffed
Where do you think power for Fates comes from The Prophet shook his head Pine exists as a composite of the people who live inside the Nexus Gradually as their stories are created the substance is added to Pine However Fates reap that substance Plunder it back from the universe for selfish purposes damaging Pine in the process Those are the bites that you see Whereas allowing images like Mae MyrnaÆs would eventually drown Pine in this way Fatia Cerulean had found a process to starve him to death To deprive him of nutrients Even I had no idea the situation could change so quickly
ElhumeÆs pupils dilated The trembling of his shoulders resumed
However this issue is surprisingly simple And perhaps it will handle both of our problems at once We simply need to develop a reliable source of images and stories for Pine one pure enough he will not drown The ProphetÆs eye mouths smiled You are close with the Origin Beast yes Why not create a new race of beings One which will provide pure images for Pine Because what you need to repair these holes are more images In sufficient quantities Mae Myrna will no longer be a problem
Also unfortunately one more frantic requirement for what was shaping up to be a very busy date in four days
RandidlyÆs attention pivoted to the Cerulean aspect running through the Aether This thread had an ugly stitched together feel that made it extremely simple to follow through the dense nimbus of Aether history weaponizing itself and preparing to crash down upon the Nether offensive Yet the more he looked the more Randidly could only blink in surprise
First because the reach of Cerulean was much much more expansive than he had realized He almost couldnÆt believe it considering how neutered and absent Cerulean had been for the past several weeks It made him wonder if he was missing some element
RandidlyÆs headache worsened as he pushed himself to unspool more of the threads of history revealing patterns that would dictate the future The answer when he found it made him hiss in annoyance Underneath the layers of flowing energy he found the foundation for CeruleanÆs current influence actually came from him
Congratulations Your Skill Footsteps of a Legend has grown to Level 932
Riding my coattails to fame RandidlyÆs lips twisted sourly Suddenly he wished he hadnÆt been so casual about the rumors of their confrontation After all the broader rumor about the confrontation with Enmya had Cerulean as the major contributor And from that foundation the second reason for his influence
HeÆs given them all Fates Randidly gasped Simultaneously he felt relieved and foolish Relieved because this might be the very first example of those who have reached a Mille defining a word and breathing life into it with ripples flowing out across the whole of the Nexus Foolish because he hadnÆt seen this coming he hadnÆt really bothered to examine the System apparatus within the memory comparing what occurred now with the functions in the present