Winds of Change (DxD)

Aaron Toole's Soliloquy

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"Hm? Aaron, where did you go?" Kuroka's voice rang out as I approached, catching them mid-snack.

I sighed, trying to hide my exhaustion. "Just took a stroll with Virion. He'll be back soon. How are you still eating?"

Her grin widened, eyes sparkling with mischief. "I got Cúntóir to help. She gave me some kind of ability to keep eating forever!"

I squinted at her, checking the power Cúntóir had used. Another sigh escaped me. "Shirone, too?" I glanced over at her. She was nibbling on something small, discomfort written across her face. The other stomach trick wasn't working anymore.

Xie Qiu caught my eye next, holding out an apple on a stick, her expression expectant. I took it, muttering a thanks before biting into it. "Tastes good…" I said, her smile brightening in response.

Virion appeared beside me, sweeping Xie Qiu into his arms with a practiced ease. "Thank you for looking after my little Xie Qiu, Shirone, Kuroka," he said, nodding to each of them before turning to me. "We'll be heading off now. I'll see you another time, perhaps at the tournament." With that, they vanished.

Kuroka didn't miss a beat, her mouth full of food. "What did you talk about?"

I waved her off. "I'll fill you in later. For now, I've got a place to show you." The nekomata sisters perked up, curiosity piqued.

We quickly left, heading towards a massive cherry blossom tree. As it came into view, both sisters stopped in their tracks, eyes wide with awe.

"What the heck is this?! It's huge!" Kuroka exclaimed, her voice echoing with amazement.

Shirone snickered beside her, earning a quick retort. "Not like that, Shirone!" Kuroka's cheeks flushed as she shot her sister a playful glare.

As they marveled at the tree, I discreetly scanned the area with my powers, searching for a hidden entrance. Instead, I stumbled upon something else—a teleportation pad adorned with ancient symbols.

"Follow me," I instructed, leading the way.

"So it's not about the tree?" Shirone asked, falling into step beside me.

"No, it's impressive, but there's something similar in the Shinto pantheon. We can visit that another time if you'd like," I replied. She nodded, seemingly content.

"Then why are we here?" Kuroka asked, finally done with her food.

"It's about what Milt mentioned earlier. I discussed it with Virion. This tree—or rather, what's beneath it—is connected to Xie Qiu's origins," I explained vaguely. The sisters exchanged curious glances, their interest clearly piqued.

We circled the massive tree, the trek taking a good two minutes. When we reached our destination, it was obscured by a tangle of vines, foliage, and thorny bushes. With a flick of my wrist, I burned the obstacles away, revealing the pad with its ancient symbols.

Kuroka stared at it, head tilted. "Hmm? So… do we take this?" She poked it, earning an elbow from Shirone and a groan of discomfort.

I examined the pad, trying to decipher its use. It seemed intricate, but I could probably bypass the complexity. I planned to modify it to suit our needs, allowing us to skip the unnecessary steps. Once inside, I could teleport us out manually and restore the pad to its original state.

"Yeah," I responded to Kuroka. "Give me a minute."

I bent down and touched the pad. As soon as my fingers made contact, Kuroka leapt onto my back, making me grunt. Ignoring her weight, I focused on altering the pad's activation method.

Originally, this required a specific item Virion had discovered years ago. The item needed to be placed at a precise spot on the tree, triggering the pad to teleport users directly into the chamber where the ritual had occurred.

A few seconds later, the pad glowed faintly, a strange shape forming on its surface before emitting a soft sound. I stood up, sighing. "It's ready. We can use it now."

"Why didn't you just teleport us to the place yourself? Why rely on this?" Shirone's voice held a note of skepticism as she moved to stand beside me.

"I could have," I admitted, "but there seemed to be something peculiar about the location. Utilizing the 'official' method, while tweaking it to suit our purposes, offers a certain security. Besides, it's a more inclusive approach. Now, let's proceed," I explained, lifting Shirone into my arms before stepping onto the pad.

Moments later, we vanished from our surroundings. As we departed, I noticed that the mechanisms were veiled by an illusion, ensuring that accidental discoveries remained unlikely. It was a testament to the ingenuity of the designers, a fact that did not escape my notice.

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"Nyo? What is this place nya?" Kuroka's question hung in the air as she gracefully dismounted from my back, her gaze sweeping the room. I gently set Shirone down beside her, allowing her to join in the exploration.

The chamber was expansive, its dimensions dwarfing us beneath the looming presence of two massive golden bells adorned with winding vines. Their eerie, golden glow cast shadows that danced across the intricate statues scattered about—each one resembling a grotesque amalgamation of tentacles and monstrosity.

Directly ahead stood a sight that froze us in our tracks: a golden coffin, flanked by a colossal axe suspended menacingly above it.

The room was bathed in a strange, dappled light, courtesy of golden torches flickering with yellow flames. Perched atop pillars, they cast both brightness and shadow, creating an otherworldly ambience.

"It feels as though we've stumbled into the set of an ancient horror movie," Shirone remarked, her voice tinged with a mixture of awe and unease, fingers absently scratching her head as she surveyed our surroundings.

Leaving the two to their schemes, I made my way to the golden coffin. Stairs led up to it, a short ascent, each step echoing like a death knell. When I reached the top, the coffin lay open before me, yawning and empty save for a white cloth stained with dried blood.

The axe hovered above, a sentinel of death, poised and ominous. I wondered how this ritual worked, its mechanism and purpose shrouded in mystery. I touched the coffin, my fingers brushing against the cold metal, seeking answers. Seconds passed, a shiver running up my spine, before I withdrew my hand, grimacing.

What I saw churned my stomach. I'd glimpsed fragments of it in Virion's history, but the full details of the ritual, the sacrifices that Virion and Aelin made, struck me deeply. Their love for each other and for Xie Qiu shone through the darkness of their deeds, a twisted testament to their devotion.

What I saw—what they sacrificed was…everything. The tale Milt spun for us? A fabrication, a lie intricately woven by Virion into her mind. The true cause of Aelin's demise was far more tragic, far more gruesome. And the hand that wrought it? Both unexpected and, in some twisted way, expected.

I sighed, the sound heavy in the silence. My gaze fell upon the coffin, and I grasped the blood-stained cloth, its touch coarse and haunting. I squinted at the dark stains, another sigh escaping me, before I banished it to my [Inventory]. Turning on my heel, I descended the stairs, each step a reminder of the burden I now carried.

The nekomata sisters still roamed the room, their curiosity undimmed. Ddraig's voice rumbled within me, [What did you see, Partner?]

Albion's curiosity echoed, {Hmm. I wish to know too, Aaron.}

I frowned, the weight of my discovery pressing down. 'What I saw,' I began, the words thick in my throat, 'changes everything. The future holds dark times. And the one responsible... it's Yve. I didn't expect her to plant 'that' here, on this world. But she did. Now, after so many years, they must all face the consequences.'

[You're being vague. Care to elaborate?] Ddraig's voice rumbled in my mind, but I shook my head.

'It's better to tell everyone together, to prepare them. The time of reckoning is near, and Virion knows it, as does the current leader of the Honlugongians,' I told Ddraig.

[…Alright, but what can we do? Is there anything?] His curiosity was genuine, a rare thing.

"Win," I said aloud, drawing the attention of both Shirone and Kuroka. "What we need to do is win. More specifically, either Anran Wu or Sairaorg has to win the tournament. They have one chance to change Virion's decision. If they fail…"

I paused as the two nekomata sisters approached, their eyes wide with confusion. I met their gaze, the weight of my words sinking in. "Fengyun Fudi, along with its connected planets and all their inhabitants, will cease to exist."

A strange silence fell, heavy and oppressive. Kuroka and Shirone stared at me, their shock evident. They didn't understand, but the dragons within me did. I shook my head, promising to explain later when the entire team was assembled. They nodded, still reeling, as the gravity of our situation began to settle in.

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Aoife Murphy's Soliloquy

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"It's a pretty big city, isn't it? Strange that we haven't seen more people around this part," I remarked, my eyes scanning the empty streets of Fengyun Fudi's main city. "Come to think of it… what's the name of this city?" I turned to Anran Wu, who I had insisted on dragging along with me.

Anran Wu sighed, a sound heavy with exasperation. She glanced around, her cheeks tinged with a delicate shade of red. "Aoife, there was a large sign that said 'Brothels' earlier, and you just… ignored it. Why do you think there aren't many people here at this time of day?" Her tone carried a mix of amusement and incredulity.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, the realization hitting me like a sudden gust of wind. Smacking my fist into my palm, I glanced over at Kuisha, who was also blushing furiously as she took in our surroundings.

I had been so caught up in the thrill of exploring, the sheer excitement of the unfamiliar, that I completely missed the sign. My own fault, really. Scratching the back of my head in a gesture of embarrassment, I let out a sheepish laugh. "My bad, I got distracted, hehe."

Kuisha shook her head, a bemused smile playing on her lips. "You and Aaron are disturbingly alike at times. He's done things like this before…well, you know, before 'that' happened. At least, that's what Akeno told me."

"Really? I mean…I guess he used to be a lot more aloof and easygoing. He still is, but he's much more guarded now, right?" I replied, starting to walk away from the eerily empty streets. The few eyes that were upon us held a mix of curiosity and judgment.

Aaron had been forced to grow up quickly, whether he was ready or not. Was I doing the same now? The thought gnawed at me, but I knew we had to get out of this place first. As we approached the entrance, three men appeared, blocking our path.

"You can't—"

"Shut up," I snapped, my foot lashing out before he could finish his sentence. My kick landed squarely between his legs. He crumpled, clutching his groin, his face contorted in agony.

Anran Wu and Kuisha looked at me, wide-eyed, shock painted across their faces. The two remaining men stared, equally stunned, at their fallen comrade, now groaning and writhing on the ground. My actions had been swift, decisive, and entirely unexpected.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" one of them bellowed, a sword materializing in his hand, its blade glowing with an eerie white light. The other conjured a spear, its tip shimmering a menacing green, both weapons now pointed directly at me.

I frowned, extending my hand to summon a large ice sword, its edges glinting with frost. I pointed it at them, my eyes flaring a vivid red as a grin spread across my face. "I knew a scenario like this was inevitable," I said, my voice low and cold. "I knew I couldn't escape fighting forever. But I had hoped for at least one day without it. No matter. Let's go."

We advanced towards each other, the tension crackling in the air. Just as we were about to clash, a voice echoed around us, a voice all too familiar. Suddenly, a streak of white lightning slammed into the ground before me, then shot towards the two men, cutting through the air with lethal precision.

The two men convulsed violently as the white lightning coursed through them, their bodies collapsing to the ground, foam frothing at their mouths. I halted, my gaze shifting to the woman who had intervened—Milt. She turned to face us, a sigh escaping her lips.

"I leave for a few hours and you nearly get into a fight? Why didn't you try to resolve it peacefully?" she demanded, her tone stern.

"They were going to stop us to force us to pay a fee. I know these types of clichés. They'd either do that or ask us to use our bodies, and I'm not going to agree to either," I declared, meeting her gaze unflinchingly.

Milt shook her head, her expression one of weary exasperation. "That kind of scam is notorious here, but I would have preferred if you immobilized them rather than try to murder them." She glanced back at the incapacitated men and added, "I will clean them up. Please keep going and try not to cause too much trouble."

I sighed, dismissing my ice sword with a flick of my wrist. "Fine," I agreed, motioning for my group to move on. As we left the area, a thought nagged at me. Had Milt been following us the entire time? Or did she have spies watching our every move, ready to intervene when necessary? I couldn't be sure, but I decided to ask Aaron about it later.

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Aaron Toole's Soliloquy

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Later that night, I gathered everyone in my room. The air turned thick with tension as I relayed the events we had witnessed—the unsettling truths about Virion, Aelin, and Xie Qiu. Silence settled over us like a heavy fog until Mitsuya finally shattered it with a question.

"What do you want us to do, then? Just sit around waiting for Sairaorg or Anran Wu to win the tournament?" His irritation crackled in the room.

I met his gaze, steady. "No. There's more going on here than the tournament. We need to handle other matters on this planet. It's going to be a while before either Sairaorg or Anran Wu make it to the finals, considering the number of participants. And finding that invitation wasn't a coincidence. Elanor wanted us here. We need to be prepared for whatever she has planned."

He nodded, a flicker of understanding in his eyes, and I took it as a sign to continue. "We're left with his generals, the Honlugongs species, and Elanor. These are the threads we need to unravel. Mitsuya, Bisusbyu, your teams will keep an eye on the generals. There's unrest among them, traitors who want to shift the balance of power on this planet. Stay vigilant and be ready to act if any of them move against us."

I turned my attention to Aoife next. "Kuisha, Aoife, your mission is to scour the planet. Elanor has secrets buried here, and we need to uncover them before they become our downfall. My team will tackle the Honlugongians. We need to dismantle their influence piece by piece. Understood?"

Their nods came as one, a silent chorus of agreement. I dismissed the group, watching as they filed out, each burdened with the weight of our tasks. When the door closed behind the last of them, only a handful remained with me. They had refused to find other rooms, choosing instead to stay by my side.

Kuisha broke the silence, a wry smile playing on her lips as she settled beside me, gently placing my head in her lap. "You looked like you had something on your mind, Aaron. You held back earlier. Care to share now?" Her voice was soft, inviting the words I had kept to myself.

"Right," Aoife said, her voice laced with exasperation. "You have this tendency to hold back certain information until you've looked into it first. It's not always, but it's becoming a bad habit—maybe you've always had it. Come on, spill it!" With that, she launched herself at me, her head colliding with my stomach and knocking the breath out of me.

"I get it, I get it," I gasped, trying to pry Aoife off me. "Give me a second." I scratched my head, taking a moment to gather my thoughts. The girls watched me intently, their faces reflecting a mixture of curiosity and concern. "I told you about the Saerstials earlier, right?" I asked, scanning their expressions for recognition. They nodded, their attention unwavering.

"Wait, you're not saying...!" Aoife's voice rose in alarm, her eyes widening with a dawning realization.

"Just like the gods in our universe," I began, choosing my words carefully, "there are major gods who wield immense influence and minor gods who are lesser-known and less powerful. In Fengyun Fudi, we're dealing with one such Saerstial. And as I mentioned before, even when they die, traces of their influence and power can linger."

"Wait, wait," Aoife interrupted, her shock palpable. "You mean... Virion and Aelin came into contact with it? Is that how the ritual worked?" Her eyes were wide, the implications of my words hitting her hard.

"Hmm. Eilona, The Wish Maker. As her title implies, she grants wishes, but as I mentioned, her powers aren't that great, although she's comparable to a high-tier god in our universe. With that said, they made a pact with Eilona and Xie Qiu came to be," I explained, deliberately omitting a crucial detail.

"What's the limit on her wish-granting abilities?" Shirone asked, crawling onto my lap with a cat-like grace.

I began scratching her chin absentmindedly, a habit that seemed to soothe us both. "Her powers can't exceed her own strength or affect someone she perceives as more powerful than herself. For example, Phumera, Yve, or Magnum Tenebrosum. If she fights and determines her opponent is stronger, her abilities won't work on them."

Kuroka sprawled out on the bed, her voice laced with a teasing drawl. "Seems inconvenient, nya~"

"Well, they are born with these powers, the omniverse or their universe bestows them. The other Saerstials have similar limitations, to an extent," I added, attempting to provide a clearer picture.

Eilona's powers were both a gift and a curse, their limits shaping the very fabric of her existence. It wasn't merely about granting wishes; it was about navigating the delicate balance of power and perception. Even other Saerstials, it seemed, were bound by rules and constraints beyond their control.

Shirone leaned into my hand, her eyes half-closed in contentment. "So, Eilona can't grant a wish that would make her stronger than her own limits?"

I nodded. "Exactly. Her abilities are confined within the boundaries of her own power. It's a safeguard, a way the universe ensures balance to an extent. Too much power in one being's hands could unravel everything."

Kuroka's eyes gleamed with curiosity. "And the other Saerstials? They follow similar rules?"

"To a point," I replied. "Each has their own set of limitations, their own unique constraints."

Kuisha squinted at me, her sharp eyes narrowing with suspicion. "…You seem to be holding back something else, Aaron."

I responded with a smile, not uttering a word. Aoife, seated nearby, gave a silent nod, clearly in agreement with Kuisha's observation.

"Let's just say... it's better to omit this fact for now," I said, enjoying the puzzled expressions that spread across their faces. "Figuring it out on your own will be more worthwhile. But if you want a hint, keep an eye on Milt."

"Milt? Why her? Is she secretly Virion's new wife or something?" Kuroka asked, her voice tinged with playful mischief as she licked her hand in a distinctly feline manner.

Shirone, nestled comfortably in my lap, sighed deeply before reaching up to pinch my cheek. "Even if we try to press you for answers, you won't budge. So it's best to leave this topic for now."

The others burst into laughter, the sound lightening the room's atmosphere. They agreed with Shirone, deciding to let the mystery rest for the time being.

We spent the rest of the night in relative ease, the heavy burden of our responsibilities momentarily lifted. We chatted about inconsequential things, shared stories, and allowed ourselves to enjoy a rare moment of respite.

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"Nyaaa~ we have to go out so early," Kuroka complained, her tiny cat form perched precariously atop my head. Her soft fur tickled my scalp as she shifted, trying to find a more comfortable spot.

"You just became full after eating too much, Nee-sama," Shirone said with a sigh, walking steadily beside me as we made our way toward the teleporter that would take us to the Honlugong territory.

We wove through the streets of the main city, a maze of bustling activity. Market stalls lined the cobblestone paths, vendors shouting their wares, and the air thick with the scent of exotic spices and freshly baked bread. The vibrant energy of the city pulsed around us, but I could feel the weight of our mission pressing down on my shoulders.

As we neared the teleportation hub, a large open plaza teeming with people, I noticed that the rest of our group had already dispersed, each member off to complete their assigned tasks. The hub was a marvel of intricate design, with multiple teleportation circles etched into the ground, each one glowing faintly with arcane energy. People stood in orderly lines, waiting for their turn to be whisked away to various destinations across the planet.

"Details, Shirone… I'm gonna nap for a bit. Wake me up when… we're there…" murmured Kuroka, her voice trailing off as she settled into a deep sleep, her small body rising and falling gently with her breaths.

I shook my head, exasperated yet amused by her antics. "It's only nine in the morning, good grief." Shirone chuckled beside me, her laughter light and melodic, a soothing counterpoint to the chaos around us.

The line inched forward, a slow but steady progression. As we waited, I couldn't help but think about the task ahead. The Honlugongs were a formidable species, their loyalty to Elanor unwavering, and infiltrating their homes would be no easy feat. But it was a necessary step if we were to understand the full scope of the power dynamics at play.

Eventually, our turn came. We stepped onto the teleportation circle, the intricate runes beneath our feet flaring to life. A sudden rush of energy enveloped us, and the world around us dissolved into a swirl of light and color. The sensation was disorienting, a brief moment of weightlessness before solid ground reformed beneath our feet.

When the light cleared, we found ourselves standing at the edge of the Honlugong territory, a vast landscape that stretched out before us, dotted with their distinctive, domed dwellings. The air here was different, charged with a subtle tension, as if the land itself was aware of the impending conflict.

I gently lifted Kuroka from my head, cradling her in my arms as she continued to sleep, oblivious to the change in surroundings. Shirone stood by my side, her eyes scanning the horizon with a determined focus.

As I stepped onto the platform and the teleportation light faded, I found myself in a breathtaking new world. The sky above was a brilliant azure, so intensely blue it felt like staring into an endless sea. Towering structures, sleek and futuristic, rose gracefully towards the heavens, their glass facades reflecting the vibrant sunlight. The buildings seemed to be arranged in a grand, circular formation, almost as if they were embracing the sky itself.

Below me, the city was a mesmerizing spiral of islands and waterways, connected by elegant bridges and dotted with lush greenery. The islands seemed to float in a vast, shimmering ocean, their edges adorned with vibrant foliage that cascaded into the water. Boats and ships, small and large, drifted serenely along the waterways, adding a dynamic element to the otherwise tranquil scene.

High above, graceful, whale-like creatures soared through the sky, their silvery bodies glinting in the sunlight. They moved in unison, a majestic dance that mirrored the gentle flow of the water below. Smaller birds, or perhaps fish that had taken to the air, flitted around them, creating a sense of harmony between the elements of air and sea.

The entire scene felt surreal, as if I had stepped into a painting or a dream. The air was fresh and carried a faint scent of salt and flowers, a combination that invigorated my senses. The city below bustled with life, yet there was a serene, almost otherworldly calm that permeated the atmosphere.

As Shirone and I stood there, taking it all in, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty and ingenuity of this place. It was a testament to the incredible harmony that could be achieved between nature and civilization, a glimpse into a world where the lines between land, sea, and sky blurred into a seamless, enchanting whole.

I glanced at Shirone, whose eyes were wide with wonder, shimmering like the water that surrounded and supported this incredible city. The sheer awe written across her face mirrored the enchantment I felt but didn't dare to fully express. The scene before us was nothing short of mesmerizing, a living testament to the extraordinary creativity and ambition of the Honlugongians.

"This must be the work of the new faction within the Honlugongians," I mused aloud, my gaze sweeping across the breathtaking vista. "The ones who aspire to transcend their ancestors' legacy. I didn't expect them to teleport us here first; I thought we'd end up in the older section. Not that I'm complaining," I added, a wry smile tugging at the corner of my lips.

Shirone nodded, still entranced by the view. The architecture here was unlike anything I had ever seen—fluid, organic shapes that seemed to blend seamlessly with the natural environment. The buildings, made of materials that gleamed and reflected the light in a myriad of colors, appeared almost as if they were grown rather than constructed.

I pointed to our right, using the sleeping form of Kuroka as a makeshift indicator. "Oh, look at that. They have these shining, see-through escalators to take us down. Let's go."

Shirone followed the direction of my gesture and nodded again, this time more eagerly. We walked towards the escalators, each step releasing small bubbles that floated up from the ground, adding to the magical ambiance. The bubbles caught the light and sparkled, creating an ethereal pathway that guided us forward.

As we stepped onto the escalators, they moved smoothly beneath our feet, carrying us downwards. The transparent material allowed us to see through to the layers of the city below, a dizzying array of interconnected platforms and floating islands, all teeming with life. Schools of fish swam through the air as if it were water, their iridescent scales flashing in the sunlight. Above us, the sky whales continued their graceful dance, casting fleeting shadows that drifted over the city.

"This place... it's like a dream," Shirone whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the escalator.

I nodded in agreement, feeling a profound sense of wonder and anticipation. The Honlugongians had created something truly magnificent here, a place where nature and technology coexisted in perfect harmony. It was a glimpse into a future that felt both familiar and fantastical, a reminder of the boundless possibilities that lay ahead.

We reached the base of the escalators and stepped off onto a soft, moss-covered path that wound its way through a lush garden. The air was fragrant with the scent of exotic flowers, and the gentle sound of flowing water provided a soothing backdrop. As we continued to explore, I couldn't help but feel a growing sense of excitement. This was just the beginning of our journey, and already it was proving to be more extraordinary than I could have ever imagined.

Kuroka stirred in my arms, her eyes fluttering open briefly before she settled back into sleep. I smiled down at her, then looked up at Shirone. "Ready to see what we have to deal with?"

Shirone's demeanor changed, and she nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

Just then, a tall Honlugongian stepped in front of us and bowed.

She stood with an air of quiet determination, her long, azure hair cascading down her back in shimmering waves. Her deep, crimson eyes held a sharp, alert gaze, revealing a depth of knowledge and strength. The wide-brimmed, black hat with gold trim shaded her face, adding an element of mystery to her striking features.

Her attire was a harmonious blend of elegance and practicality. Flowing white and blue fabrics adorned with intricate patterns made up her robe, which was cinched at the waist with a golden sash and decorative tassels. Pieces of sleek, polished black armor with vibrant accents of red, green, and purple adorned her chest and shoulders, hinting at both ceremonial importance and readiness for battle.

In her hand, she held a gracefully curved sword, its blade gleaming. The hilt, wrapped in dark leather, contrasted with the brightness of the blade, and she carried it with a natural ease, as though it were an extension of herself.

"Welcome to Meixingtian, outer god and his lovers. I am Bashoqing, and it is my honor to guide you through our city and to our esteemed leader," she said, her smile warm and inviting.

I adjusted my hold on Kuroka, the black cat purring softly in her sleep against my chest. Shirone stood beside me, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Thank you. I'm Aaron. This is Kuroka," I said, nodding down at the sleeping cat in my arms, "and this is Shirone." I gestured to Shirone. "Your city is incredible. Seeing it from where we teleported was... quite the shock."

Bashoqing's smile widened, and she nodded, turning to lead us through the streets. We fell into step beside her, the city unfolding around us. "Yes, it's a recent endeavor," she began, her voice carrying a blend of pride and nostalgia. "We aimed for a balance—a modern aesthetic interwoven with the timeless traditions of our species. We wanted it to be more accessible, a welcoming place for all visitors, unlike the ancient city of our ancestors."

Shirone, always the inquisitive one, tilted her head and asked, "You didn't want to be tied to the past?"

Bashoqing nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Precisely. The other leader of the Honlugongs is far older than ours, having held his position since Lord Virion took up the mantle of Eradicator. Our new leader, however, is relatively young—just over twelve hundred years old." She spoke with a reverence that hinted at the wisdom and vision of this young leader, a subtle testament to the city's transformation.

As we strolled through the city, our eyes couldn't help but drink in the meticulous craftsmanship of the buildings. Each structure seemed lovingly handcrafted, a testament to artistry and dedication. The streets were lined with buildings that whispered tales of their creation, their surfaces almost humming with the touch of their maker. Bashoqing, ever perceptive, noticed our observations and continued her narrative.

"Our leader, Lord Jikalzu, designed each building himself," she said, her voice carrying a blend of pride and reverence. "He devoted countless hours to each structure, though some may appear similar. To save time, he occasionally repeated elements, but even those have his unique touch. Every stone and beam holds a piece of his soul."

She paused and pointed toward a grand edifice in the distance. "That piece is his most beloved," she added, her smile widening with genuine affection. "It was dedicated to his wife, Lady Keyiyuzhua. She is here today, so you will have the honor of meeting both of them."

As we approached, Kuroka stirred in my arms, her eyes fluttering open. With a soft, sleepy yawn, she leapt down, transforming into her human form. She clung to me for support, her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Nyaa...why did they—why did you guys make your own new faction?" she asked, her voice a drowsy murmur.

Bashoqing's expression darkened, a frown marring her usually serene face. "While we respect our elders and their ways, we couldn't keep living in the past, clinging to old traditions. Many of those customs were outdated, and adhering to them made progress excruciatingly slow," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.

She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing, "What Lord Jikalzu proposed were innovations, visions that would have propelled our society forward exponentially. But the elders, stubborn and set in their ways, refused to embrace these changes. They clung to their old ways with a tenacity that stifled growth. Tensions rose, a palpable tension simmering beneath the surface, threatening to erupt into conflict."

Bashoqing sighed, her gaze distant as if recalling those tumultuous times. "It seemed inevitable that fighting would break out, but Lord Virion, with his wisdom and foresight, intervened. He quelled the rising storm and offered us this new land, a chance to build a city free from the constraints of the old ways. Thus, Meixingtian was born—a fresh start, a canvas for Lord Jikalzu's dreams and innovations."

She gestured broadly to the bustling city around us, a living testament to their success. "The old city of our elders still stands, but it is a relic, a place where the weight of tradition stifles the spirit. It remains far less popular than Meixingtian. Its inaccessibility and the strict rules that govern it deter many from settling there. Here, we have created a place where both heritage and innovation coexist, where progress is not hindered by the shackles of the past."

As Bashoqing spoke, her passion was evident, her words painting a vivid picture of the struggles and triumphs that led to the creation of Meixingtian. Each building we passed seemed to echo her sentiments, standing tall as symbols of their break from the past and their embrace of a brighter future.

We eventually arrived at a building that stood out even among the intricate marvels of Meixingtian. It was an architectural wonder, a harmonious blend of fish and dragon—no, a dragon-fish. Its scales shimmered in the light, and its sinuous form seemed to undulate with a life of its own. There was no mistaking it: this was undoubtedly Jikalzu's home. The very air around it pulsed with a unique and formidable aura, mingling with a few other powerful presences within.

I glanced down at Kuroka, who was clinging to my side. Her eyes were half-lidded with lingering sleepiness, but her nose twitched, and I could see her mouth beginning to water. The scent of food wafted through the air, rich and enticing, predominantly seafood—a somewhat ironic choice given our surroundings.

Bashoqing paused at the entrance, turning to us with a gracious smile. "Please follow me," she said. "They are waiting in the throne room. Their servants will attend to your hunger once the more pressing matters have been addressed." With that, she stepped through the grand entrance.

We followed her into the building, feeling an immediate and palpable shift in the atmosphere. It was as though we had crossed an invisible threshold, passing through a barrier that thrummed with energy. The air inside was thick with it, a powerful, almost tangible force that seemed to press against our skin. I realized with a start that anyone not of God-class power would be overwhelmed, possibly even annihilated, by the sheer potency of it.

The interior of the building was as breathtaking as its exterior. The walls were adorned with intricate murals depicting legendary battles and ancient myths, while delicate lanterns cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the rich tapestries and gleaming floors. The very air seemed to shimmer with a soft, ethereal light, enhancing the otherworldly beauty of the place.

As we proceeded deeper, the energy grew more intense, each step resonating with the history and power embedded within these walls. Bashoqing led us with unerring confidence, her movements graceful and assured. The hallway widened, and the doors at the end swung open, revealing the throne room in all its majesty.

Jikalzu and Keyiyuzhua awaited us, their presence commanding and regal. They sat upon thrones that seemed to be carved from the very essence of the dragon-fish that defined their home, their eyes observing us with a mixture of curiosity and welcome. The room was filled with an array of servants, poised and ready to attend to our needs the moment our discussions concluded.

"I have brought them, Lord Jikalzu, Lady Keyiyuzhua," said Bashoqing before bowing and leaving, as did the other servants there.

We were left with the two leaders of the new faction and they stared at us for a few seconds. The man in the middle was Jikalzu himself.

His form was tall and elegant, draped in flowing robes that rippled like water with each subtle movement. The fabric was adorned with intricate patterns of swirling clouds and waves, hinting at the elemental forces he commanded. The colors of his attire, a harmonious blend of deep blues and golds, reflected the majesty of the sea and the sky.

His hair cascaded down his back in a wave of midnight blue, framing a face that was both serene and formidable. Two small, curved horns emerged from his temples, a reminder of his draconic heritage and the power that lay beneath his composed exterior.

His eyes, partially obscured by his hair, held a depth of wisdom and experience that spoke of centuries of life and leadership. They were the eyes of someone who had seen much, who carried the weight of his people's hopes and dreams with quiet strength. Around him, the air seemed to shimmer, filled with an ethereal energy that was both calming and intimidating.

Beside him was Keyiyuzhua. Her long, teal hair cascaded down her back in a glossy waterfall, framing a face that was both delicate and striking. Large, expressive eyes, the color of the deepest ocean, peeked out from beneath her bangs, conveying a mixture of curiosity and quiet confidence.

Her attire was a black jacket with a fur-lined collar hugged her slender frame, the emblem on its sleeve hinting at her seafaring lineage. The juxtaposition of her modern jacket with the flowing teal hair that almost seemed to merge into the tail extending from her lower body.

Her lower half was distinctly that of a sea creature, a powerful tail that ended in a fin reminiscent of a shark's, yet her posture and presence were entirely human. She sat with a casual elegance, her tail curled around her legs in a way that suggested both comfort and readiness. The scales of her tail shimmered with a subtle iridescence, catching the light.

"Welcome, outer god. We were informed of your presence by Lord Virion, and if I have to be honest, we want your help, if you're willing, that is," Jikalzu stated without hesitation, his voice a harmonious blend of authority and earnestness. His eyes, sharp and discerning, met mine with a frankness that suggested both urgency and respect.

Intrigued, I cocked an eyebrow and replied, "Is it about the old Honlugongians? Bashoqing mentioned you nearly came to blows, but Virion managed to stop it."

A knowing smile curved Jikalzu's lips as he nodded. "Yes. In fact, the conflict never truly ceased. They merely became more adept at concealing their actions from Lord Virion. Rather than confronting us openly, they resorted to subterfuge. You know how the elders can be—they prefer to keep their machinations under wraps, striking in the shadows to maintain the facade of peace."

His words resonated with a universal truth that transcended realms. Even though we hailed from different universes, the stubbornness of the older generations seemed to be a constant, a multiversal—perhaps even an omniversal—phenomenon. It was both amusing and exasperating.

Jikalzu's insight struck a chord. No matter the world, the older generation often clung to familiar rules and beliefs, resistant to change or evolution. While not all elders were like this, I'd wager that a significant majority—perhaps ninety percent—were entrenched in their ways. The remaining ten percent, those rare few who embraced progress, were the true gems among the older generation.

"So? What's exactly happening and what do you need help with?" I said, leaning forward slightly, my gaze steady and unyielding. "Don't mistake it—I'm not offering my help until I hear the full explanation. And don't lie, because I'll know." My words hung in the air, a promise of scrutiny and discernment.

Jikalzu nodded, accepting the terms without hesitation. "They began by sending assassins or troublesome youth to wreak havoc in our cities. Acts of vandalism and minor sabotage were their initial tactics. When we chose not to retaliate, thinking it would de-escalate the situation, they grew bolder. Their methods turned more sinister. Now, they resort to kidnapping our people, subjecting them to unspeakable tortures before sending them back as broken shells of their former selves. One time, they went as far as killing one of ours. They won't admit it, but the person they abducted has not returned in two years. We fear the worst."

His voice grew more somber, the weight of his words pressing upon us. "We've tried to keep the peace, but it's clear they interpret our restraint as weakness. Recently, we received a disturbing message from Lady Yve. She warned us that Madame Phumera is assembling an army, possibly preparing for war with the Resistance. This, however, is speculation—yet the threat looms large over us."

As he spoke, the magnitude of their predicament became starkly clear. This wasn't merely a matter of internal conflict; it was a powder keg, and the old Honlugongians were ready to light the fuse. Their relentless aggression, fueled by an unyielding adherence to outdated traditions, was pushing the new Honlugongians to the brink. The stakes were impossibly high, a clash not just of ideologies but of survival and legacy.

Jikalzu continued, his expression earnest. "We need your strength, your unique perspective. We need someone who can see beyond the immediate conflict, who can help us navigate this treacherous path. We seek to end this strife before it escalates into full-scale war. Your presence here, your willingness to aid us, could be the turning point."

There was a moment of silence as his words settled over us. The enormity of the situation was palpable, each sentence weaving a tapestry of urgency and desperation. They were on the precipice, balancing precariously between hope and despair, their future hanging by a thread.

As I considered his plea, the complexity of their struggle unfolded in my mind. This was not just about power or politics; it was about the right to forge a new path, to break free from the chains of the past and create a society where innovation and tradition could coexist. It was about protecting the vulnerable, ensuring that the dreams of a new generation were not snuffed out by the stubbornness of the old.

"Very well," I said finally, my voice steady and resolute. "I will help, but I need to see the extent of this conflict for myself. Show me where it began, the places that bear the scars of their attacks. Only then can I fully understand what we're up against."

Jikalzu's eyes lit with a mixture of relief and determination. "Thank you," he said, his voice thick with gratitude. "We will show you everything. Together, we can end this."

— ○ ● ○ —

Aoife Murphy's Soliloquy

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"What precisely are we searching for?" Anran Wu's voice broke the stillness as we set foot on a fresh swathe of the planet's uncharted terrain.

The instructions from Aaron had been frustratingly ambiguous: scour the planet for any traces of Elanor. Our quest had already taken us through a sequence of designated locations. Each held the charm of antiquity—deserted villages, timeworn towns, all framed by breathtaking vistas. Yet, they offered no clues, only the eerie beauty of abandonment.

"Anything connected to Elanor," I replied, my voice taut with a mix of determination and unease. "This is the final spot on our list, and I can't shake off this strange feeling about it. Stay vigilant." My eyes narrowed as I scanned the horizon, finally settling on a towering peak that loomed in the distance, casting a long shadow over the landscape. "Do you see that mountain? There's something about it. Unlike the other places we've combed through, this one feels...different."

The landscape before us was stunning. Tall, jagged mountains reached up to the sky, their peaks hidden in mist. The sky was a mix of deep reds and purples, casting a surreal glow over everything.

Waterfalls tumbled from high cliffs, their silver streams catching the light. They fed into a winding river below, which snaked through a lush valley. The sound of the water was constant, a soothing contrast to the towering peaks.

Trees clung to the rocky cliffs, their roots winding through the stone. Some had green leaves, others a striking red, all swaying gently in the breeze. Below, dense forests covered the rolling hills, light filtering through the leaves in dappled patterns.

Birds flew across the sky, their calls echoing through the valley. The air was cool and fresh, carrying the scent of pine and earth.

In the distance, the tallest mountain stood out, its peak shrouded in clouds. It felt ancient and powerful, like it held secrets we were meant to uncover. The entire scene was both beautiful and mysterious, a perfect end to our long journey.

"This place is called Tian Bei Chin," Kuisha remarked, her voice steady as she dismissed the screen from her ring. "Cúntóir showed us earlier, and yes, like Aoife said, there's something about that tallest mountain. We need to check it out. And let's stay cautious, be ready for a fight."

Anran Wu squinted at the distant peak, shaking her head slowly. "I don't sense anything, but I'll trust both of you," she replied. Without another word, we set off toward the mountain.

As we trekked through the unfamiliar terrain, we encountered creatures unlike any we had seen before. Massive animals, twice or even three times the size of those from our universe, roamed the land. Pandas dressed in elaborate garments wandered around, pausing to give us curious looks as we passed. It felt like stepping into a surreal version of our world, where everything familiar had been amplified and twisted. The sight of these clothed pandas made me think, with a wry smile, of "Kung Fu Panda" come to life.

We eventually arrived at the base of the mountain. It wasn't steady ground under our feet; loose rocks shifted and rolled with every step. We stared up at the towering peak, its summit lost in swirling mists. I sighed, planting my hands on my hips. "Well, at least it's not spiral staircases," I said, casting a glance at Kuisha. "Remember how many we had to climb back in our universe?"

Kuisha chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, even in the few weeks before we came here, it seemed like every other day we were navigating those infernal stairs—especially when we went on dates with Aaron."

Anran Wu, quiet as ever, stared at us for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, without a word, she stepped forward and pressed her hand against the rough stone of the mountain. To our astonishment, a sharp click echoed through the air, followed by the grinding sound of rock against rock. A section of the mountainside slid aside, revealing a hidden entrance shrouded in darkness.

Anran Wu blinked, taking a step back, her surprise mirroring our own. "I swear I didn't know anything about this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes wide as she gazed into the shadowy depths beyond the newly revealed passage.

"We didn't accuse you of anything," I told her, waving off the concern. "But enough of that, let's go inside." We stepped into the opening, the air immediately cooler and tinged with the scent of damp stone. The moment we entered, my enthusiasm died. I groaned loudly. "Why?!"

Aaron had always hated spiral staircases, cursing the endless steps he'd faced in the past. Now, we all shared his disdain. Before us stretched a seemingly endless spiral staircase winding upward into darkness. The sight of it made my blood boil, and the Irish in me took over. Words flew from my mouth, curses that rarely saw daylight. My friends stared at me, wide-eyed and taken aback.

It wasn't often I let loose like that, and when I did, it wasn't a pretty sight. Eventually, I reined in my temper and let out a heavy sigh, still glaring at the infernal staircase. "I hate this place…"

Kuisha laughed awkwardly, then placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Let's just get it over with. We can fly up, Aoife."

Her words hit me like a revelation. "Right! I forgot about that! Let's just fly up!" I exclaimed, my spirits lifting. Without another thought, I began to float upward, my friends following close behind.

We flew up the spiral staircase inside the mountain, the air growing colder and more oppressive the higher we went. The walls were covered in markings, some in Chinese characters and symbols, while others were familiar from our time at the Resistance's base. The juxtaposition of the ancient and the familiar was unsettling, making me feel as though we were caught between worlds.

As we ascended, the powerful aura we sensed grew stronger, almost tangible. It thrummed through the air, a silent, ominous beat that seemed to synchronize with our quickening hearts. Finally, a platform came into view above us. We flew over it and landed softly, our eyes widening at the sight before us.

Standing there was a robot or android, its appearance eerily similar to Elanor's. It turned to face us, raising a hand in greeting. "I'm glad the Resistance could come here. I've been monitoring this planet for a long time now, waiting for 'it' to start, but… well, enough about that," it said, its voice smooth and almost human.

With a casual flick of its wrist, a floating spatula materialized, quickly multiplying around her. "Shall we start a small dance, outer god's companions? If you stop me, you may be able to uncover what I mean, fufu," she taunted, a sly smile playing on her metallic lips.

Before we could react, the multitude of spatulas shot toward us, sharp and fast, slicing through the air with deadly precision. Kuisha sprang into action, summoning [Holes] around us. The spatulas vanished into these portals, absorbed and teleported elsewhere. The robotic Elanor watched with an amused expression, her eyes gleaming with interest.

Anran Wu didn't hesitate. She charged at the robot, her fist aimed directly at its face. But just before her punch could connect, an electric barrier crackled to life, blocking her attack. In an instant, glowing electric chicken wings materialized around the robot. Anran Wu hesitated, thrown off by the bizarre sight, but quickly leaped back as bolts of electricity shot out from the wings, narrowly missing her.

"I'm so confused about what I'm seeing right now," I muttered, summoning an ice sword in my hands. The cold blade shimmered in the dim light of the cavern, ready for battle.

The robot's laugh echoed through the chamber, a metallic, chilling sound. "I wanted to be creative with the powers I gave my robot," she said, her voice laced with mockery. "So, you're going to be attacked with interesting concepts. It's entertaining, wouldn't you agree?"

"Heck no!" I shouted, charging at the robot with a burst of speed. She responded instantly, firing spatulas and bolts of electricity in my direction. I raised my ice sword, and as I did, a soft glow of silvery-white darkness enveloped the blade. A bark sounded from my shoulder—Shin had appeared, his presence bolstering my confidence.

Grinning, I swung my sword down, slicing through the incoming spatulas and deflecting the bolts of electricity. The robot's eyes widened in surprise. "I don't need to chant, do I?" I asked Shin. He shook his head, his eyes gleaming with encouragement.

With renewed vigor, I sped up, my blade dancing through the air as I sliced and diced through her relentless attacks. Elanor clicked her robotic tongue in frustration, trying to jump back to gain some distance. But I was faster. I closed the gap between us in a heartbeat, my ice blade flashing through the air. With a single, decisive swing, I sliced off her robotic left arm.

Shin leapt off my shoulder, his sword-like protrusion glowing fiercely. He rammed it into Elanor's chest, the force of the impact sending her crashing into the monitors behind her. The screens flickered and shattered, sparks flying as the robot slumped to the ground, her systems struggling to recover.

However, to our astonishment, the electricity surrounding Elanor's damaged parts solidified, reforming her severed arm and repairing the other damage. She stood back up, her laughter echoing through the cavern. With a flourish, she pointed a finger at us, striking a dramatic pose.

"Even though this robot is nowhere near my strength and only serves as an observer here, I have gained a bit of insight into your abilities," she mocked, a smug grin spreading across her metallic face. "Allow me to create items to counter them in the future."

"That won't happen," Anran Wu declared. In a blur, she appeared behind Elanor, thrusting her hand forward in a swift palm strike. Her energy surged through the robot's body, forcing it to involuntarily dispel its solidified electricity.

Seizing the opportunity, Kuisha summoned a spear forged from her demonic aura. With precision and power, she hurled it towards Elanor, the weapon piercing through the robot's chest with a sickening crunch.

I moved in for the final blow, Shin and I acting in perfect harmony. With a powerful lunge, we sliced off Elanor's head in unison, the decapitated head clattering to the ground with a metallic thud.

"Oh dear, it seems like this is my limit. How unfortunate," the head said, its eyes still gleaming with a malicious light. "Well, it won't matter. I have gathered enough information from this planet, and from what I've gathered…" The head grinned at us, a chilling smile. "Virion, along with his wife, were the ones to seal this planet and its fate. 'It' has spread far enough now that the other planets he governs are already affected. Good luck~"

With those final words, the robotic Elanor shut down, her eyes dimming as the last spark of life left her. But the danger hadn't passed. Suddenly, we heard a rapid beeping all around us, echoing ominously through the cavern. Some kind of sequence had started.

[30 seconds until explosion. Beginning countdown, 30, 29—]

We exchanged quick, panicked glances, then looked at the still-functioning monitor displaying the countdown. "Let's move!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the rising tension. Without wasting a second, we teleported out of the cavern, our surroundings blurring as we reappeared outside, far from the mountain range.

We barely had time to catch our breath before the mountain exploded. The force of the blast was immense, a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath our feet. Flames and debris shot into the sky, and the entire mountain face was obliterated, reduced to rubble and smoke.

We stood there, watching the aftermath, the heat from the explosion washing over us. The landscape had been irrevocably changed, a stark reminder of the destructive power we had just escaped. I glanced at my companions, their faces reflecting a mix of relief and grim determination.

"We need to figure out what Virion and his wife did," Anran Wu said, her voice steady despite the chaos around us. "And stop whatever 'it' is before it spreads any further."

Kuisha nodded, her expression resolute. "Agreed. This is just the beginning. We need to be prepared for whatever comes next."

I took a deep breath, the weight of our task settling heavily on my shoulders. "Then let's not waste any time. We have work to do, but let's go inform Aaron first. He may know what Elanor was talking about."

With that, we turned away from the ruined mountain and set off, our mission clearer than ever. The fate of not just this planet, but countless others, rested in our hands.

— ○ ● ○ —

Shizuka Kirino's Soliloquy

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"This is our last chance. Make contact with the Oppai Dragon of the past and his allies. Otherwise, this future will repeat once more."

Ajuka's words echoed relentlessly in my mind, a haunting refrain that matched the steady rhythm of our steps. We moved through a city on the planet's south side, its streets bustling with a vibrant energy that felt both alien and eerily familiar.

This place bore a striking resemblance to China from our universe, though twisted by the peculiarities of this world's magic. Here, the general possessed a gift for fire manipulation, invoking images of the Vermillion Bird of the South, or Suzaku as it was known in Japan, Jujak in Vietnam.

From my vantage point, the city of Hishudu spread out like a living artwork, alive with light and sound. The evening sky glowed softly, with twilight fading and stars beginning to appear. But it was the grand pagoda at the heart of the city that drew my gaze. Its towering spire reached towards the sky, crowned with a pulsating, mystical symbol.

Fireworks burst in the air, their colors reflecting the lanterns lining the busy streets below. The city was alive with celebration—vendors calling out, children laughing, music filling the air. The scent of food and incense mingled, carried by the breeze that tugged at my hair.

Above, a huge, shimmering disc rotated slowly, casting an eerie glow over everything. It felt like a silent guardian, its purpose a mystery that both fascinated and unsettled me.

A gust of wind brought me back to the present. Despite the festive atmosphere, a sense of unease lingered. The city's defenses seemed quietly alert, aware of potential dangers lurking beyond the horizon. The sigil on the grand pagoda flared brighter, casting long shadows over the city's walls.

As we walked, the air hummed with the sounds of celebration, laughter mingling with the distant roar of fire as the general demonstrated his power. This place, caught between day and night, felt like a realm suspended in time, a fitting setting for our desperate mission.

Our attempt at inconspicuousness fell short; our attire marked us as outliers, making it impossible to blend in. It was a problem we couldn't ignore. Yet, we held onto the hope that the generals, familiar with our identities, would offer no hostility.

"I'm surprised you knew the way, Bisusbyu," Aubilca remarked, her gaze fixed on her long-time partner.

Bisusbyu remained silent, his eyes locked on the path ahead. He led our group with an unwavering focus, Mitsuya matching his pace in tacit agreement. Neither spoke, their silence speaking volumes.

Aubilca sighed beside me, the sound a mixture of frustration and curiosity. "Why's he suddenly so broody?"

I considered her question, my eyes drifting to Bisusbyu's tense shoulders. "…Maybe he did live here and now is experiencing flashbacks? It would be weirder if he lived in this exact city, hence why he's so tense," I suggested, glancing at her.

Aubilca mulled over my words, nodding slowly. She fell silent, seemingly lost in thought. Despite her past as an enemy, she had proven her loyalty since switching sides. Yet, there were gaps in her knowledge, pieces of Bisusbyu's history that remained hidden even from her.

He came to a halt, and before us loomed a massive structure, its imposing presence accentuated by the long, worn steps that stretched out ahead. The silence enveloped us until Bisusbyu finally spoke, his voice steady and authoritative.

"There are two hundred steps here," he began, breaking the stillness. "Each one will multiply the gravity around us and increase the heat. If you want an audience with the general, you have to endure this trial. It's a one-time ordeal, but there are exceptions, which none of us qualify for. So, let's begin."

With that, Bisusbyu stepped forward, and we watched as the air around him seemed to shift. The gravity visibly tightened, pulling at him with an unseen force. A small fiery wisp materialized beside him, flickering and dancing in response to the rising temperature. Each step he took increased the intensity, the heat radiating from his body in palpable waves.

The steps loomed ahead like a gauntlet, each one a promise of escalating difficulty. The gravity's pull grew stronger, the air around us thickening with each forward movement. Bisusbyu's resolve was unyielding, his pace steady as he climbed, the fiery wisp growing brighter with every step.

We exchanged glances, steeling ourselves for the ordeal. Bisusbyu's silent determination set the tone, a clear indication that retreat was not an option. One by one, we followed, the gravity tugging at our limbs, the heat seeping into our skin. The steps stretched on, each one a testament to the trials we had faced and those yet to come.

Aubilca, usually so composed, gritted her teeth against the increasing pressure. Mitsuya's calm facade showed cracks as the heat intensified, but he pressed on without complaint. My own muscles strained under the weight, the sweat beading on my forehead a reminder of the challenge ahead.

Eventually, after a grueling ten minutes that felt like an eternity, we reached the summit. The trial had pushed us to our limits, and as soon as we stepped onto the final platform, we collapsed, breathless and drained. The climb had grown exponentially harder after the halfway mark, each step a monumental effort against the crushing gravity and oppressive heat.

Even Mitsuya, whose rigorous training and formidable strength were well known, was visibly struggling. His legs trembled uncontrollably, betraying the immense strain he had endured. Seeing him, usually so composed and powerful, reduced to such a state was both unsettling and a testament to the severity of the trial.

To my astonishment, Bisusbyu, despite being slightly weaker than Mitsuya, remained on his feet. He stood alone, his posture steady and unwavering. I stared at him, still in disbelief. It was clear that he wasn't standing out of sheer willpower or a desire to impress. It seemed more like he was accustomed to this, standing out of necessity and familiarity rather than bravado.

Before any of us could articulate our thoughts or voice our amazement, the sound of clapping broke the silence. We turned our heads towards the source of the applause and saw a figure emerging from the shadows. As the figure came into view, we realized with surprise that it was a kitsune.

She stood with an air of regal mystery. Her hair cascaded in a golden wave, flowing freely past her shoulders, almost blending with the pale fur of her voluminous tail. Sharp fox ears, nestled in her locks, twitched slightly as though attuned to the faintest whispers.

Her attire showed both elegance and authority. The black kimono, adorned with intricate cloud patterns, contrasted sharply with the deep red accents of the obi and inner layers, hinting at a dual nature—calm yet fierce. The wide sleeves draped gracefully, concealing her hands but for the slender fingers that peeked out, one holding a delicate pipe, the other a small, lacquered fan.

A single red rose, set upon a silver hairpiece, perched gracefully among her hair, adding a touch of softness to her otherwise commanding presence. Her eyes, partially obscured by her golden fringe.

"Who—" Mitsuya started, but Bisusbyu silenced him with a raised hand.

"...Lady Hakuun, it's been a while," Bisusbyu said, bowing deeply, his breath still ragged from the climb.

The kitsune, now identified as Hakuun, smiled warmly at Bisusbyu. She raised a delicate finger and pointed it at him. "Fufu, it has indeed been a long time, Bisu. I trust you are well? Regardless, I welcome the companions of the outer god. Follow me; our leader is waiting for you."

With a flick of her hand, a wave of cool air washed over us, soothing our overheated bodies and washing away our exhaustion. The sensation was invigorating, like a refreshing breeze on a scorching day. I glanced around in astonishment, feeling the fatigue melt away, replaced by a renewed energy.

Bisusbyu met our eyes and nodded, signaling us to follow. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous, and without another word, we fell in line behind him and Hakuun.

The path ahead led us through an ornate archway into an expansive courtyard. The ground beneath us was paved with intricately carved stones, each depicting scenes of ancient battles and legendary creatures. Surrounding the courtyard were towering statues of mythical beings, their eyes seeming to follow us as we passed.

Hakuun moved with a fluid grace, her fox-like tails swaying gently behind her. Her presence commanded a quiet reverence, and we followed in respectful silence. The air around us grew cooler, the oppressive heat of the trial replaced by a serene calm.

No words passed between us as we ascended the vast structure. The interior was a testament to the wealth and artistry of this world, fashioned from lavish woods, intricately carved stones, and other materials that spoke of this universe's unique nature. The decor featured creatures linked to fire and symbols of royalty, each piece exuding an aura of power and regality.

We climbed four floors in silence, each step echoing in the grand halls. At the top, we faced a formidable door. Hakuun pushed it open with a delicate touch, yet the resulting gust of wind was strong enough to show that it would have required considerable effort from any of us. Her gesture demonstrated a subtle but undeniable strength.

Stepping into the room, we were immediately confronted by a powerful force. It surged towards us, a palpable energy that threatened to blow us back. The heat was even more intense than the trial we had just endured, the air shimmering with its intensity. I felt a wave of shock at the abrupt rise in temperature, my skin prickling under the relentless heat.

At the far end of the room, elevated on a dais, sat a woman on a throne. Her presence dominated the space, her gaze fixed on us with a penetrating intensity. She looked us over as if attempting to discern our true intentions, her eyes sharp and unyielding.

Her hair gleamed like embers, cascading over her shoulders in fiery waves, each strand catching the light in a mesmerizing glow. She held a wine glass delicately, the crimson liquid inside matching the intense hue of her eyes.

She wore black and red like an armor, the intricate designs on her chest and gloves suggesting both elegance and danger. Every inch of her seemed crafted to intimidate, from the high collar to the blood-red accents.

"I am Huoshen Renqing, one of Lord Virion's generals. Speak, what is the purpose of your visit here?" the woman demanded, her gaze piercing through us, as if seeking to unravel the secrets of our very souls.

Mitsuya, ever blunt, stepped forward. "We came to scout out this place under the orders of Aaron. We heard of corruption, so we're here to see if you're one of them."

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Shock rippled through our group, and without thinking, I lashed out. My hand connected with the back of Mitsuya's head, followed swiftly by my knee driving into his stomach. He doubled over, clutching his midsection, while I stood frozen, the reality of my actions crashing over me. Embarrassment flared hot on my cheeks, and I stepped back, covering my face, unable to find the words to explain or apologize.

Huoshen Renqing raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "Corruption? I see, so Lord Virion is also aware of it. Hah. Well, you're right about that, boy. There is corruption here, but I myself don't know who it is, I certainly am not part of it."

"There is no proof of that," Mitsuya retorted, his gaze unwavering. "Even if you are the general of this city, your words can only mean so much to us as outsiders. Many who are corrupt in governments conduct their own internal investigations and then declare themselves innocent, but it's often clear to anyone on the outside how deep the corruption runs. We'll be spending a few hours here to see for ourselves."

A flicker of amusement crossed Huoshen Renqing's face, and she let out a laugh, rich and unrestrained. "Well, you have a point there," she conceded, nodding thoughtfully. "Very well, go ahead. Keep an eye on me and any of my subordinates. See if you can uncover any hint of corruption among us. I will grant you full access to our city."

We were taken aback by her unexpected openness. Before we could process this development, she dismissed us with a casual wave of her hand. "I will see you when I am out and about. For now, I need to conduct my own investigation. Your presence has confirmed my suspicions once again."

With that, she turned away, leaving us to our own devices. We exchanged glances, a mixture of surprise and determination in our eyes. It was clear that our task was far from over. Huoshen Renqing's unexpected cooperation had granted us an opportunity, but it also raised new questions about the nature of the corruption we sought to uncover.

As we exited the grand hall, the air seemed to grow cooler, the oppressive heat of the throne room dissipating into the more temperate corridors.

"What do you think, Lady Hakuun?" Bisusbyu asked as we walked away, his voice barely above a whisper, laden with concern and curiosity.

Hakuun placed a thoughtful finger on her chin, her eyes distant as she pondered the question. "Well," she began slowly, "I can assure you that our leader isn't corrupt. She hasn't changed at all these years. She's as hard-headed, blunt, and fiery as ever. A female version of Lord Virion, if you will—honest and forthright, but respectful if you earn it. Corruption and scheming? She's far from it."

I nodded, agreeing with her assessment. "I sensed that too. Her demeanor... it's genuine. But there's something about her that I don't quite understand," I confessed, glancing at Hakuun.

Hakuun's eyes twinkled with a knowing light. "Because it was ignited," she said cryptically. "The flames that had dulled for many years were recently reignited, that's why."

We had an inkling of what Hakuun was hinting at, or at least I did. The "flames" she mentioned were something this universe had lacked for the longest time, until Aaron Toole, the Oppai Dragon, had recently reignited them with the help of that enigmatic Saerstial.

"Is this about the Eternal Flame?" Aubilca asked, her voice breaking the thoughtful silence. Hakuun looked at her, surprise flickering across her features before she nodded.

"Hmm. I suppose the outer god told you?" Hakuun mused, her gaze sharp and inquisitive. "If so, then yes. Lady Huoshen Renqing's lineage has been devoted followers of the Saerstial for generations. She kept it a closely guarded secret until she confided in me. However, when she felt the flame reignited, she found herself yearning to join the one who had rekindled it," Hakuun explained, her voice carrying the weight of long-held truths.

I glanced at Bisusbyu, who nodded slightly, indicating he understood the significance of Hakuun's words. The rekindling of the Eternal Flame wasn't just a symbolic act; it was a catalyst that could alter the balance of power in this universe. Aaron Toole and the Saerstial had set into motion events that would ripple through every corner of this world, and Huoshen Renqing's renewed fervor was but one manifestation of this change.

"Lady Renqing's desire to join the one who reignited the flame..." I began, my thoughts racing to piece together the implications, "does it mean she seeks to align herself with Aaron? To fight alongside him?"

Hakuun nodded. "Indeed. Her loyalty to the Saerstial binds her to the flame, and its reignition has stirred her deeply. She believes that by aligning herself with who did it, she can uphold the legacy of her lineage and fight against the corruption that plagues our world."

Aubilca frowned, processing this new information. "But if Renqing's intentions are noble, and she seeks to combat the corruption, why has she kept this a secret for so long? Why not rally others to her cause?"

Hakuun's expression softened, a touch of sadness in her eyes. "Trust is a rare commodity in times of upheaval. Lady Renqing feared that revealing her true allegiance might make her a target for those who seek to snuff out the flame once more. She confided in me because she needed someone she could trust, someone who could aid her discreetly."

We eventually arrived at a grand, imposing building that loomed over the street like a sentinel. "Let's put a pause on this conversation here for now," Hakuun said, her voice calm and unyielding. "This will be the hotel where you'll stay. However, you don't have to use it if you prefer otherwise. Now, I give you two options: go out on your own, or let me guide you around."

Mitsuya squinted, suspicion etched into his face. "Why? Are you trying to lead us into an ambush?"

Hakuun laughed, a musical sound that did little to ease the tension. She shook her head, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "No, but you'll find it easier with me as your guide. And besides," she added, her tone turning cryptic, "don't you feel them?"

Aubilca, ever perceptive, glanced around warily. "Eyes have been following us since we left the meeting with Lady Renqing," she said softly. Bisusbyu nodded in silent agreement, his gaze sharp and alert.

"There is no proof that you aren't part of their group," Mitsuya said, his voice hard and distrustful. "I don't like people like you—sly, types that hold secrets but reveal only half-truths. You make my skin crawl," he added, his hostility palpable.

Hakuun's smile faded, replaced by a more serious expression. "Your mistrust is understandable, Mitsuya," she said, her voice steady. "But I assure you, my loyalty lies with Lady Renqing and the Saerstial. The eyes you sense are not mine, but those who wish to hinder your mission. Navigating this city without guidance will only make you more vulnerable."

Mitsuya's glare didn't soften, but he remained silent, considering her words. I stepped forward, hoping to diffuse the tension. "If Hakuun wanted to harm us, she's had plenty of opportunities already," I reasoned, looking at Mitsuya. "We need to be cautious, yes, but rejecting her help outright might not be wise."

Hakuun inclined her head in acknowledgment, her gaze meeting mine with gratitude. "You're wise to consider all angles," she said. "Trust is not easily given, but sometimes, it's a necessity in the face of greater dangers."

Mitsuya grumbled, but he didn't argue further. The unspoken agreement settled among us, a fragile truce built on mutual necessity.

The interior of the hotel was as grand as its exterior, the opulence almost overwhelming. Polished marble floors reflected the soft glow of chandeliers, and rich tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of historical significance and mythological grandeur.

Hakuun led us to a suite of rooms, each more luxurious than the last. "These accommodations are at your disposal," she said, her tone formal. "Rest here if you need to, or use it as a base of operations. The city is vast, and there are many places where secrets might hide."

As she spoke, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. It was a subtle sensation, like a whisper at the back of my mind, a reminder of the eyes that followed our every move.

"We need a plan," Bisusbyu said, his voice breaking the silence. "We can't afford to be careless."

Aubilca nodded. "Agreed. We should start by investigating the places where corruption is most likely to take root. The markets, the administrative offices, anywhere power and money converge."

Hakuun watched us with a thoughtful expression. "I can help guide you," she offered again. "There are places in this city that outsiders would never think to look, hidden in plain sight. I can take you to these places, help you see what you might otherwise miss."

Mitsuya still looked wary, but he seemed to accept the necessity of her aid. "Fine," he said grudgingly. "But know this, Hakuun. If you betray us, I will personally see to it that you regret it."

Hakuun didn't flinch at his threat. Instead, she nodded solemnly. "I understand. Your trust is a fragile thing, and I will do my best to honor it."

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Aaron Toole's Soliloquy

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A few minutes had slipped by since our arrival at the cliff's edge. From our vantage point, the scene below was a chaotic tangle of combatants—around forty on each side—embroiled in a bitter struggle. The Honlugongs' factions, old and new, clashed with ferocity, the air thick with the sounds of their conflict. This was supposed to be a secret meeting, but secrecy had clearly been abandoned in favor of open warfare.

The ground beneath was a gruesome canvas, bodies strewn about, many shattered and unrecognizable. Blood smeared the rocky surface, mingling with the dust and debris of their violent encounter.

"This started recently," Jikalzu said, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. "They've been escalating, pushing harder for dominance over the new factions. We haven't informed Lord Virion yet. He has enough burdens without adding this to his list. We thought we could handle it ourselves."

He spoke with a grim determination, eyes fixed on the melee below. The urgency in his tone was clear, a reflection of the perilous balance they sought to maintain. As we watched, the fighting intensified, each side vying for control with reckless abandon, oblivious to the toll it exacted on their ranks.

"Why are the old faction so hellbent on keeping the old ways?" Kuroka asked, turning to look at Jikalzu.

"It is what saved them," Keyiyuzhua interjected, drawing our attention. Her voice carried the weight of history, and we all listened intently. "Long ago, before the Honlugongians became what they are now, they lived on a different planet. During Lord Virion's journey, before he became an Eradicator and was given planets to oversee by Madame Phumera, he encountered our species."

Her gaze drifted to the battleground below, the sorrow in her eyes mirroring the carnage we witnessed. "We were in a dire situation. Most of us didn't survive to adulthood, ravaged by a disease that has since been eradicated. Back then, poverty was rampant, and hope was a rare commodity. But Lord Virion... he was like a beacon in that dark time, a light that guided us through. He brought us the means to survive, to thrive. Since then, we have remained fiercely loyal to him. But…"

"Something changed," Jikalzu said, his brows furrowing deeply. "I don't know exactly when it happened—only the elders would know. But at some point, after we settled on this planet, something shifted in them. They started acting differently, almost as if they were possessed. They clung to the old ways with an iron grip, determined to see them thrive, even as our world evolved around us."

He shook his head, frustration evident in every line of his face. "Any new idea, any hint of innovation, was met with harsh resistance. Those who dared to bring up something new were swiftly punished. The elders, with all their knowledge and power, made it nearly impossible to fight back. But I couldn't stand by and watch. I wanted change, desperately."

Jikalzu's gaze grew distant as he recounted the turning point. "It was pure chance that Lord Virion came to our city then. He saw the struggle, saw the potential in our new faction, and he helped us make it a reality. He granted us new land, a place to build something fresh, and he warned the elders to treat us with civility. But with so much happening lately, from the rise of the Resistance to other pressing matters, Lord Virion has been preoccupied."

That was where Jikalzu fell silent, and both Kuroka and Shirone turned their questioning eyes to me. They didn't need words; their expressions said it all. I closed my eyes, letting my powers look into the mystery of the elders' change. The truth unraveled before me, and I couldn't help but sigh and shake my head.

"How stupid," I muttered under my breath. The reason was so absurd, it made me wonder if the elders had ever paused to consider the consequences of their actions.

"What do you mean?" Jikalzu's confusion was palpable, his eyes narrowing as he tried to read my expression.

Before I could respond, a powerful explosion rocked the ground beneath us. A massive crater appeared, revealing a being that seemed ripped straight from the pages of an eldritch tale. Its body was a shifting mass of shadows, crowned with an empty, deer-like skull that made the area fall silent.

"An Eraomire Insurall," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos. "Elanor planted it within many of the elders, thinking it would be an entertaining experiment. These creatures take over the body of their host, slowly killing them from the inside out."

"Hold on…how many? How many were affected by Elanor's experiment?" Jikalzu's voice edged on panic, his composure slipping as the gravity of the situation settled in.

"As far as I could see, all the elders of the other faction and some of their family members. A large part of your species has been infected. Luckily, none of the new faction were affected. If they had been…" I glanced back down at the carnage and the monstrous entity below. "Most of them died fighting already."

The Eraomire Insurall let out a piercing scream, its shadowy form writhing with dark energy. It began attacking everything around it, tendrils of darkness shooting from its body and lashing out at the Honlugongians. Before the dark tentacles could reach their targets, Jikalzu vanished from my side, reappearing in the chaos. With a swift motion, he conjured countless dragon-shaped clouds, their ethereal forms intercepting the attacks.

Keyiyuzhua was not far behind. She leapt down with a fierce determination, summoning a massive dark green shark from her energy. The creature roared to life, surging towards the Eraomire Insurall. Keyiyuzhua unleashed beams of dark green energy, striking the monster and conjuring heavy shackles that weighed it down.

The dark green shark seized its moment, tearing a massive chunk from the creature's shadowy body. The Eraomire Insurall let out a final, anguished scream before collapsing into a formless mass. Its death sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the Honlugongians below momentarily stunned by the abrupt end of the monstrous threat.

Jikalzu conjured a gleaming white sword from the clouds, its ethereal edge shimmering with power. He leveled it at the members of the old faction, his voice cutting through the air like the blade he wielded. "Leave. Now."

As his aura swelled, an almost tangible force, the old faction members faltered. Fear flashed in their eyes before they scrambled to gather their injured and retreat from the battlefield. The urgency in their movements was unmistakable; they knew better than to defy Jikalzu in this moment of dominance.

Shirone, Kuroka, and I descended to join them. The aftermath of the battle was stark—bodies strewn, the ground stained with blood, and the air thick with the remnants of conflict. I approached the lifeless form of the Eraomire Insurall. With a touch, I turned it into a Shadow Soldier, silently commanding it to meld into the army hidden within my shadows.

Turning to Jikalzu, I asked, "Now that you know the truth, what's your next move?" My gaze was steady, probing. "I can help bring them back to their senses, but there's a small chance they won't survive the process."

I left unspoken the fact that I could revive them, wanting to gauge his response to the difficult decision before him. Bashoqing had vouched for his leadership, and now I wanted to see it in action.

Jikalzu's face was a mask of contemplation, the weight of responsibility evident in his eyes. He glanced at the fallen, his own people who had been twisted into enemies by forces beyond their control. The internal struggle was clear—duty to his people clashing with the harsh reality of their situation.

"We can't abandon them," he said finally, his voice resolute. "If there's even a small chance, we have to try. They are our elders, our kin. We owe them that much."

His decision spoke volumes about his character, a leader who valued his people's lives even when the odds were grim. There was a strength in his resolve, a testament to the kind of leader Bashoqing had described. He wasn't afraid to face difficult choices head-on, and in this moment, he proved his worth.

"I also need time to think about the rest of my decision. Is that acceptable? It's a difficult choice to make on the spot. For now, I want to discuss it with Keyiyuzhua and the other supervisors," he remarked, meeting my gaze steadily.

I smiled back at him, nodding. "That's fine, but your time is limited. I won't stay here forever. You have until midday tomorrow," I told him, watching as he processed my words and nodded in agreement.

"Thank you. I will leave you to your own devices, so please feel free to explore our city. I will see you soon," Jikalzu said. With that, he and Keyiyuzhua mounted a cloud dragon and soared away, their figures growing smaller in the distance. The other Honlugongians, following their leader's example, began to disperse, leaving the battlefield to its grim silence.

I stood there for a moment, absorbing the quiet that had settled in the wake of their departure. The city lay open before us, a sprawling landscape of possibilities and hidden truths. Midday tomorrow would come quickly, and with it, the resolution of decisions that could shape the fate of the Honlugongians.

"Now what, nya?" Kuroka asked, her tone carrying a mix of impatience and curiosity. "We have to wait for their decisions, and the rest of our team hasn't gotten back to us yet."

I smiled, shaking my head at her eagerness. "Time for a small infiltration mission, how about it?" I suggested, turning to both of them with a gleam of mischief in my eyes.

Kuroka's face lit up, and she clasped her hands together. "Nin-nin! Ninja mode activate!" she shouted. A puff of smoke enveloped her, and when it cleared, she stood there dressed head to toe in a sleek, black ninja outfit.

Shirone sighed, facepalming at her sister's antics. "I think Aaron meant we would use transformation magic to change our appearance to fit in more…" she said, her voice laced with exasperation.

"Nya!?" Kuroka exclaimed, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. She looked genuinely crestfallen, a far cry from her usual enthusiastic self.

Her sudden display of ninja enthusiasm was surprising, yet it fit her unpredictable nature. Still, I had to stay resolute. "It's like what Shirone said: hidden in plain sight. Let's go."

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