Chapter 444 (1/2)

There were relatively few Skinshifters, but they grew ever brighter, and the other lights around them were quickly snuffed out. Instantly, his fury blazing, Randidly began blessing. It was a minor thing, a small increase in… perhaps strength, perhaps intelligence, perhaps even intuition, Randidly was not sure. But it was all he could do. Each Minor Blessing wasn’t difficult, but it did take a small amount of mental strength to execute, and Randidly had to focus on a single light.

In a fit of fury, he began to bless, over, and over, and over again.

It was draining, and not in a way that he was prepared for. About 100 Blessings in, he blacked out, losing focus on what he was doing. He only regained consciousness a split second later, as the Glittering Leaves of Yggdrasil kicked in, getting rid of some of the mental strain that Randidly had so brazenly undertaken.

Gritting his teeth, he pushed that Skill to the max, and brought his Perception back into the Progenitor’s Influence screen. There, carefully, he began to bless once more, doing his best to ignore the fact that more and more lights were fading away. Even taking his time, going slowly one by one, the strain began to creep back up on him.

Sometimes his vision would swim for a second or two before his mental healing could catch back up with it. But still, he continued, focusing. There was a point that time stopped mattering, and there was only the act, and the deep, righteous rage against whatever was moving within his Soul Skill.

And the fear and frustration, knowing that he was locked out of this struggle.

It was almost a relief when he ran out of lights to bless, and a notification popped up.

Your Grace has descended upon the world, and it has not gone unnoticed! Calculating effects…

The Weavers suffered heavy losses in the war against the Skinshifts, likely because they were identified as the race that would be the easiest to subvert, once its ranks were infiltrated. It is anathema to move against the interests of the Weave, and it took the Weavers a long time to discover the traitors in their midst. The war to purge them was a bloody one, and although the Weavers succeeded in purifying themselves, they were unable to assist in the greater war.

Aside from the Weavers, the monsters were the most decimated. The Skinshifts originally used the monsters as scapegoats for what was happening, placing the blame on the monsters’ violent nature when the deaths became too numerous to hide. Perhaps they would have become completely under the thumb of the foreign invaders if not for the Monster King. Hearing of his people’s plight, the King moved, annihilating all traces he could find of their evil. But his court was a gutted, suspicious wreck of what it had been.

The White Hunters were well off and had warned the Golems, leaving both races relatively untouched. They then turned their attention to the Spriggit crisis, as the Skinshifts discovered and unleashed the mechanical war machines that were created at the end of the war against the monsters, but never used.

Working together with the Spriggit Thief, one of the Chosen of the Progenitor, two young Earth Golem women with martial talent not seen since the Emperor defeated the great mechs, ending the internal threats.

For a great prophet has arrived to the world, a woman with lilac hair, speaking of the crisis coming towards their world. Only by banding together underneath the banner of the Progenitor can they survive. Although most were originally skeptical, the Blessing of the Progenitor descended upon them, both giving them strength, and by absence revealing the last few holdouts of the Skinshifts.

When the first Blessings came, the Monster King clenched his hands into fists and his halls echoed with his rage. When the Blessing took him, he began to weep, silently and softly.

But the invaders have not been idle. The Skinshifts were the most insidious of their weapons, but they were not the most dangerous. Aether Thralls march by the thousands, moving towards the remnants of civilization, mobilized by the Two-Headed Reavers. And leading the host is a Decimator, a hulking monstrosity that aims to devour the world...

Time Slowing... stabilizing...

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All at once, the bubble around his Soul Skill was gone, and he descended. The sky was thick with Progenitor’s Influence to be harvested, and Randidly wasted no time gobbling most of it up as he streaked across the sky, searching. Very quickly, he could see the armies moving, and couldn’t help but notice how even things were.

It really could go either way. And he didn’t want to know what would happen if his side lost the battle for his Soul Skill.

He had 1200 Progenitor’s Influence by the time he located Lucretia, and instantly he descended, more like a comet than a person, spearing his way through the ceiling of the building she was in, ignoring the physical constraints of this place. It was, after all, his world.

Lucretia was speaking when he moved through the ceiling, and continued for a bit, because it took her some time to notice his arrival. “Although the forces are split, we don’t have a choice. They can move through the river and strike at too many soft spots; we need to leave at least a ¼ of our forces-”

“Don’t bother,” Randidly said, interrupting, glancing around the room. There was a man in the corner with 6 orange horns, the Spriggit Thief, two Earth Golems, one rather small Weaver, and a White Hunter, that was missing its arm. “The main part of the army is double-timing it across those big plains towards the Weaver swamps.”

Lucretia whirled around. The other people in the tent came to their feet, pulling out their weapons, looking uncertainly at him. Randidly resisted the urge to awkwardly scratch his head. Mrs. Hamilton had reprimanded him on falling back on nervous tics, especially in front of people he was supposed to be leading. And these appeared to be the leaders of the army of his soul, so-