Chapter 92 (2/2)

As her attention sharpened on these veins of violet energy, thin and weak in Kal and Vivian, much thicker and more prevalent in Kraig, Lyra could make out several small, rough looking, black particles,flowing along from whatever source the violet energy came from, depositing themselves in the people’s bodies.

But when Lyra turned to Constance, the blood drained from her face. He had two veins, one so thick it had blossomed into a whirlpool in his chest. In his body, those small black particles flowed outward, more and more and more. At this point, those violet veins were only half energy, and the other half this strange substance.

Lyra turned back to Kal and Vivian. “You two have classes?”

Vivian blushed, looking at the ground. “Yes.”

“What are they?”

Vivian’s blush deepened, her gaze still on the ground. “...mine’s Consort.”

Lyra snorted and turned to Kal. “And you?”

“...mine’s also consort.” He said, all the while meeting her gaze defiantly.

Lyra burst out laughing. Then she shook herself, refocusing. Unfortunately, there wasn’t time to mock these two arrogant individuals. Although the idea of the two of them engaging in… activities with Constance…

She spared Constance a glance. He was, without a doubt, the most vanilla person she had ever seen in terms of appearance. If this were the world prior to the system, Hollywood would have given him work as a background extra as long as he wanted it.

Sighing, Lyra reached out with her perception, towards the true body of Kim-Lath. When she felt its rising energies, her worst fears were confirmed.

“I think…” Lyra said, hesitating. “I think your VIllage Spirit... got eaten.”

She didn’t feel guilt, per se, even though this was her fault. No, what she felt was responsibility. Because although Turtletown had lost its spirit, Donnyton had gained the location of their tribulation. And with that…

Lyra’s eyes blazed azure and violet, the energies within her twining together.

With that, she would exact swift revenge.

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Nul gasped and stood, knocking over the table that he and Daniel had been playing chess on.

“Prepare for battle,” He whispered, looking wide eyed at Daniel.

As Daniel opened his mouth to reply, Glendel rushed in, looking flustered. “Daniel….! There are monsters everywhere-!”

“Call the Council.” Daniel said grimly, his voice only trembling slightly with fear. Had it been Daniel from a month ago, he would have panicked. But now he had grown accustomed to such emergencies. “Is anyone out on Patrol?”

“Decklan is.” Glendel whispered. “And his squad was right where the monster’s appeared. His squad has already suffered 2 casualties. I’ve guided him towards an area to escape, but-”

“Enough.” Daniel’s frown deepened. If it was enemies at the level that it was threatening Decklan’s squad...“Wait until the Council gets here, then explain.”

Then Daniel’s gaze turned to Nul. “What do you know?”

“Just that Donnyton’s tribulation has come… and it is strong.” Nul said simply. “I would like to remind you that the victory and loss is determined only by two lives; my own and the Tribulation. Whichever of us survives, gains the village. Either it continues as a village, or…”

Nul closed his mouth, his face taken on that pained expression he had when he said too much. Daniel frowned. This… was new information. So what Nul was essentially saying was everyone was essentially expendable but him, huh.

Well fuck that.