Chapter 1858 - Results (2) (1/2)
No, 'babies' wasn't the appropriate way to describe them, or maybe it was. Dyon wasn't entirely certain of the technical term, but they were both at least several months old, they looked to be approaching 1 years old. Too big to be babies, but too small to be toddlers…
Their appearances had changed as well. Of course, they looked identical, as they always had, but they had deep indigo colored hair that almost looked black unless the sun reflected upon them the right way. In addition, their hair was much longer than what one would expect for a child. Their coffins were lined with comfortable velvet cushions, but their hair was actually long enough to act as their blankets.
Their hair suddenly flickered, shifting from the deep indigo Dyon thought he saw before to a deep maroon. Moments later, it became a deep magenta. If Dyon had to describe it, it was as though Damaris' and Giralda's crystalline-like hair shimmering in pinks, light violets and blues had suddenly gone to the dark side.
Dyon couldn't see their eye color since they were in a deep sleep, but he had a feeling that their irises were similar.
This wasn't all that changed about the two of them. Their skin had a delicate grey glow to it. Despite the odd, clearly inhuman, tint, it didn't seem unnatural. In fact, it seemed perfect for them.
Their small bodies were covered in the very same ceremonial garments Mia and Bella had been buried in, making Dyon realize that this definitely wasn't a trick… This really was happening before his eyes.
'Did I really leave two babies here for almost a year?...'
This was the only explanation Dyon could come up with. Something happened after Mia and Bella died, causing them to revert to these youthful forms, and then they had slowly begun to grow once more to this point here.
An almost irrational fear overtook Dyon. What if it hadn't been for Junior? Just how long would they have stayed here? How much longer could they have survived? No, how did they even survive for this long?
Dyon gently set their coffins down, taking care not to wake them up as he wrapped the two in their ceremonial robes and took them into his arms. His heart trembled as he tried to control his emotions, but his mind was a mess. He was caught in between being ecstatic and being filled with worry.
”What is going on?” Dyon turned toward Junior, asking this question for the third time. But, this time around, his gaze and tone were decidedly softer.
”I was thinking for a long time after you came to speak to me about the Life Stone, but I couldn't figure it out. So, instead, I began to cultivate, thinking that things would sort themselves out eventually.
”But, when I did start to cultivate, something unexpected happened. I started to feel a deep sense of familiarity with the death qi that kept popping up. I didn't understand why though … It wasn't something as simple as my affinity for death will, it was something deeper than that.”