98 Memoire Revelation 1 (2/2)

And then, the impact... A huge and sable explosion, whose form is almost comparable to that of the largest explosion ever simulated on earth, broke the whole personal realm like it was a castle made of glass, making apparent the skies of the outside world... But this time, it was not made of TNT, and the explosion was actually unlike any other nuclear chain reactions... It was unexplainably from Jaiden's uncontained dark pressure alone, of which is the same persona, that the seven necromancers and the feared Dragon themselves consider as their 'current emperor'.

The explosion continued for almost 5 minutes, and the moment the explosion ceased together with an abominable amount of smoke clearance, the realm was made desolate, as it was unable to attain the explosion. The Herrscher, as though emerging victorious is sent back to the third realm, but in a valley of nothing but treeless mountainous terrain, with rocks obliterated by the explosion whose impact even reached as far as outside of that broken personal realm.

Some of the surroundings are still engulfed by black flames, but what was rather worthy of commendation was the permanent destruction that Gomorrah catalyzed. At that same point impact... A very huge crater with pulverized stones and ashes, as wide as the sealed-off International Clark City... while the Patriarch was nowhere to be found.

Seeing their work done, and the instruction of their emperor fulfilled, both the seven Necromancers and Gomorrah, vanished into thin air, together with the wide magical circle.

But Jaiden was unwilling to take his triumph early, and neither does he want to relinquish his current form after only testing that one skill set. After all, NÆthervalians, same to whom that he fought before, likes to resort to a fake defeat, often leading to guards being left down... And he learned that lesson previously very well.

”Whew... Glad I-I survived that... But, whoo, it really did hurt.” Suddenly, a familiar voice, shaky and trembling which seemed to be in great pain, start to bombard the whole background, but, no one was seen... Jaiden can't even feel even the slightest and the most minuscule trace of presence.

”So, I guess, it's my turn now!”

Right in front of Jaiden, with him noticing its slow fall, the cubicle memoir which was extracted earlier from himself fell into the ground, like a little contaminated dewdrop from the sky. And then, as it made contact to the surface, the whole terrain suddenly became so bright with blinding flares, which made Jaiden close his eyes voluntarily.. and little did he know, that now, he's just made it official... that he's under Illusory Valhalla's Area of Effect.

Along with the blinding brightness, glitches then started to bombard the whole view of the valley, as if its only a virtual place slowly being eaten by a potent virus...

”Now, shall you escort me to the deepest clandestine memories you have within you, young Jaiden... Let us go have some exploration in the pavilion of your past...”

And the moment the light cleared, Jaiden was sent back... no... is in his most clandestine memory that he failed to erase, even in the few years that have already gone by.

He opened his eyes, only to see that he's in a very familiar pavilion. He found himself facing a mansion atop a hill, maidservants, and butlers walking to and fro greeting him like he's a Master and a very nostalgic Garden of scarlet orchids and red roses... He's back home, standing in front of that household which he incinerated through Lacrimosa's prowess, dates back.

And a familiar figure, which is the root cause of all of the derangement in his life, slowly approaches with an innocent face and unblemished noble apparel with the family crest on his collar. without Jaiden noticing it, as he was rather busy in his fantastic sight-seeing...

”Beautiful isn't it?” The figure, which positioned himself at the back of the young lad, asked...

”Yes... and somehow it is-...” Slowly turning around, he saw... that long-deceased and foul animal, stopping him mid-way from completing his statement.

”Yow, brother!” Says the figure... It was that same man, the supposed heir of the now-missing dead aristocratic family, looking as though the current time frame is before his unprecedented monstrous manifestation as a memory that would hunt Jaiden, in his sleep and merely every time he remembers him.

He assumed that this was but another trick of the Patriarch that sends him into a dream, alike to that nostalgic nightmare he recently had, of which every single person who appears within that sphere is like a thick concentration of dust, that if you touch them, your hand will go through as if they're the very depiction of ghosts ...

”It's named 'Illusory Valhalla' after all.” he thought, even highlighting the name of the Patriarch's Paradigm Shift... but it's actually very different.

”What are you doing standing out here, it's time for our piano lesson! Come on, now! The teacher is waiting for us! And what's with that dark and filthy outfit?”

His brother then pushed him at the back, urging him to go somewhere... and then he felt it... the sensation that will prove him wrong.

He felt the touch, along with the warmth of a living person...