In the ensuing chaos that consumed La Shania Mirepa, Mell felt slightly guilty of enjoying it. He was smiling every now and then whenever he cracked some Chimeras' heads off and unleashing his earth manipulation Scion Force out in the open.Mell was making his way to Spica, being told by Rachelia to rendezvous there. Mythfolks of Alnath Clan was right behind him, fighting off Chimeras and saving people along the way. The look of incredulous surprise from people that they were saved by mythological creatures in alien invasion was quite a treat for Mell."Don't shoot, officer! We're the good guys!"A surging earth sent some cars and Chimeras flying. Barricade line of policemen were looking in awe of Mell's parade on the street. Mell knocked away any approaching Chimeras from the front as Ogrias and the centaurs fighting off the remaining or what came from the sides. Dryads and pixies were protected in the center, occasionally blasting off nature elemental magic or controlling sidew
In the skies that were filled with monsters, a young man flew carrying a maid in blue. Lars was focused on avoiding the Chimeras while Wilhelmina did all the attacking. Her Cocytus Claws were equipped, and every time she opened her palm, an icicle shard shot out and always struck the approaching enemies.Lars tried his very best to not look down and saw the disastrous scene below. Fires and smokes were everywhere. People were screaming and clamoring for safety, only to found the alien beasts tore through their homes. There were many times Lars wanted to swoop in and respond to every cries for help, but he knew he couldn't."The hell is going on? Is this because of... me?"Wilhelmina shook her head. "As the Mistress said, they know that they're running out of time. They would've done this either way."Lars didn't know what to take of it. He thought after he became a Scion he would stop not knowing things, and yet there he was with another confusion of what actually happened. Lar
Lars was frozen of the sight that Len, his brother, had turned into a Prime Chimera. Their once identical sky blue eyes Lars could see in Len had changed into unnaturally silver. Even Len's hair had also turned to silver in its every strands. Len was wearing nothing but a black pair of pants, revealing his body that was framed by silver scales except for his face, neck, chest and abdomen."Len... what... happened... to you?""Stop calling me that. I am not Len." His clawed grips on Lars' neck and left wrist tightened.Lars broke out a smile amidst his pain. At least his voice didn't change, Lars thought. However, perhaps Len interpreted this smile as a taunt as he hovered his bladed tail closer to Lars' face. From up close, Lars could identify that the glinting silver blade at the end of his scaly, monkey - like tail was not Len's natural body part. It was made of condensed and shaped silver light."Sure... you are. You're my... brother. Why... do you think... we look... alike?
Lars had seen the splendor that was Castor - Pollux in holiday brochures advertising it, so it was truly a shame that when he got there, the pure white buildings and artistic architecture of Castor - Pollux had engulfed in a calamitous scene of fires, smokes and people screaming. He was just about to had it with all the pesky VEIL and Silver Sovereigns by then.Thankfully, Lars was still sensible enough to regroup with his allies first at the Librarium of Records. Looking at it with his newfound knowledge, Lars couldn't believe the mountain of white buildings before him turned out to secretly housing a mystical pyramid structure underneath all that civilization.The hidden pyramid was called the Librarium of Records, and as the name suggested, was said to hold every records of every single thing that exists or happening in the world. The known and the unknown. It was traditionally guarded by the Scion of Castor - Pollux as its sole librarian. There was a tinge of melancholy that La
"Who's Len?"The question was unanswered, and the silver scaled young man was starting to get irritated. His siblings, Clione and Axylia, were bathing on a clear pool of silver light, the Silver Spring. Their bodies were slowly regenerating and the boils on their skins closing. When they first arrived, their condition was much worse with half their heads almost completely melted off."Some chick earlier also called me Margaret.""Don't listen to them," Axylia said. "They're probably remnants of your old, feeble lives. You two are Prophets now, Clione and Ophinael. That's all that matters."Ophinael. Yes, his name was Ophinael now, he thought. However, the name 'Len' intrigued him very much. It felt natural coming out of his mouth. He pondered about it, and then thought of how the guy he fought earlier in Al Tarf was almost identical to him."He has... my face.""Of course he has your face, he's your brother."It was from someone who came from the cave, the one they called
Lars and Vorpaltinger were riding on the Astral Express into Antares. Their mission was to evacuate everyone in the northern regions of La Shania Mirepa, and this made Lars anxious, being entrusted such large amount of lives to be responsible for. He kept fidgeting his feet and fiddled on his star necklace, seeking comfort from Alt'ma in his mind."You're good?" Vorpaltinger asked."Yeah, just... preparing myself."Lars threw Vorpaltinger a little smile, but instead replied with a sad look in her eyes, which was aptly suitable with the gloomy blue filter of Astral Realm. Lars quickly suspected what was it that she was going to say."I'm sorry about your brother. I heard about it from Mell a while back.""Thanks." Lars maintained his smile. "By the way, you don't have to feel like you owe anything to me. I know you did your best."Vorpaltinger was stunned to hear that. Lars had known about it for a while, that Vorpaltinger kept addressing Len's situation and went out of her
At the end of the day, there were only so much people that could or willing to be evacuated. Lars watched the people entered the blue smoke entry to Astral Realm with the look of hesitation, suspicion, thankful, or somewhere in between. No matter how great their intentions were, it was only natural for people to be wary of them, so Lars forgive those looks.The ghost train of Astral Express was most people's first experience of supernatural transportation, so it was to be expected most of them looked around in awe. Some, on the other hand, was left feeling nauseous or too on guard to be impressed. Lars was told by Vorpaltinger earlier that astral energy could have debilitating effects for some people, but it was objectively better that than dying by rampaging alien creatures.During the train ride, Lars found Tirana sitting by herself. He gave her a smile. "Hey, Tir. How are you holding up?""I'm alright." Tirana stared off into the distance. "I... I met Margaret."Lars blinked
With the force field containing it, the sea around La Shania Mirepa turned eerily still. The waves no longer came ashore and so did the wind, leaving only stagnant salty air. As someone who liked beaches in the summer, this sad, unnatural scene broke Lars' heart to pieces.Lars gazed at the little black line in the horizon that was Piscium region and tried to remember how long has it been since his last visit there. He remembered its warm sandy beaches and shady palms, but he was too young when they had a vacation there, so he couldn't think of much else. Perhaps Len remembered more, he thought."Hey, when was the last time you go there?"Mell stopped his beer - chugging and scratched his beard, looking up. "I don't know, man. It's been ages, I think. Out of the twelve regions in La Shania Mirepa, only Piscium that I don't tamper with too much. I'm kinda lazy to cross over the sea."Lars nodded and hummed. He turned to Wilhelmina but she didn't answer, which he found odd as she