"One wrong word, one wrong move, and you are dead."
Quite rude.
Flieday was walking on a tightrope the moment she met the black-eyed girl. With a time bomb attached to her chest and a killer on her back, she had to be extremely careful.
But she wasn't. If the time runs out and she dies, so what? Did she even want to do something while living to fear her death? Even if the black-eyed girl ends her life, so what?
"What is your name?" Flieday asked; this time her voice was filled to the brim with wariness.
"Dusk."
…
Two women were running down a slope. The slope was formed by a massive sand dune with bone-chilling sand.
They were running towards a vast group of ants… no; they were running towards a group of people. They were whose tribes had been eradicated by the cursers.
"What are those phases?" Flieday asked as she pondered over her future.
"Discovery… is the phase in which Chinen is finding its purpose."
A purpose?
…
A long serpent was curled in a ball like a small cat. Only that the serpent was neither small nor cute — rather it was quite huge, around 50 feet. Flieday would have felt powerless against it if not for Dawn generously giving her the ape back.
Sadly, everything has a price, and she had to pay by drinking poison. As long as she does not offend Dawn, she would get the antidote back.
Or… she would find it herself.
Nevertheless, her great ape was pushing the round serpent. She remembered the sleeping bowl serpents who — once they had eaten their fill, would curl into a ball and sleep for years.
While they were sleeping, they were nearly indestructible but not immovable.
Thus she had her ape push the serpent out of the way; well, it was easier said than done. It had defensive methods which forced Flieday to keep track of any movement in it.
While sitting on her ape's head, she noticed that the serpent's flesh rippled.
"Jump!"
The ape complied instantly. It jumped high as the serpent's scales rippled and fire engulfed a metre around it.
A few hours later she found herself standing on top of the ape in front of about five hundred people.
Since they had no more than a single tamer and were waiting for the militarists, she became their leader.
Dawn did not want to have any responsibility; she only stood aside Flieday and stared at her.
"What will you do with these people?" Dawn mumbles; they were going to give a speech of some sorts just moments later
"Well… I'll have them go to the nearest tribe safely, and we'll see," Flieday whispered.
"How many will you sacrifice?"
"..."
Flieday remained silent, the words echoing in her mind…
"How does it matter?"
"Sacrifice?"
"Even if we Chinen have one more phase than other beasts… how can it make us superior?"
She… is a demon. A young one who can be dealt with, but a young demon, nonetheless.
This was not what So Flieday was thinking; rather, this was Dawn's thought
***
A man with lustrous tan skin and soft purple hair was sprawled on a soft meadow. His eyelids trembled slightly before they retracted. Elias looked at the deep blue sky with the red sun shining brightly and small clouds floating in the oceanic sky.
The world was covered in eerie crimson light as the supposedly vibrant green grass seemed muddled gray,
"Ivory Sovereign… That's what I'll name it." He mumbled, clearly, he had spent several days in the false treasury; the red sun at that point was just at the horizon was now shining in the middle of the sky.
Come to think of it, he should have been fed information about water and blood tributaries by now, with a sack of Requim crystals and glass Requim.
But Elias was much more confused right now… because he had a dream; He had never once had any coherent dream in his life.
All he could remember was a wall of red scales with something whispering in his ears — transform, silver's imprint, hell attainment…
Elias sighed and stood up. An immense mountain was in front of him, his old trusty mountain of corpses; the place of his training and the place he spent hundreds if not thousands of lays in.
But something felt amiss, even while training he felt something amiss, but now the feeling was unbearable.
He walked around the mountain before smiling; he bent down and picked up the familiar slate.
His rough hair, which was truly a dark shade of purple, now looked magenta in the spectacular red light.
…
Everything is made of essence.
Essence has many states but essentially, heaven and earth are made up of essence
Or heaven and earth created essence. It did not matter anyways.
Water is a form of a form; it is a collection of small essence prints. When small essences collide and react with each other — or interact with each other, they form essence prints.
Water is of the earth.
Now, the arrangement of those essence prints is what differentiates water from ice.
Thus water is a form of essence prints.
Laity or grade one beasts extract 'lights' from essence prints.
…
This was the first part of the treasury, one of the most valuable parts too. Knowledge is power and what Elias lacked the most.
However, the last few messages were weird.
…
If I were born again, I would commit suicide in the womb. If I had a chance to talk to a god, I would stay silent, for the god is deaf.
Become a demon to survive, my inheritor. — Xu ren