Randidlyâs Grim Intuition was ominously pulsing during the entire journey to find Vualla amongst the numerous forces on the frontlines. Not the least of which was because there was suddenly a whole slew of reinforcements on the Aether side that made it extremely difficult to locate her. Too much unfamiliar Aether, and for whatever reason he kept confusing some of the new arrivals for Vualla. But the difficulty was probably also because more and more powerful Nether Beasts were descending from the sky and marching toward their fortifications.
They fell like asteroids, crashing into the ground and then throwing themselves forward to kill the beings of Aether. The visual distortions in the area grew increasingly frantic as Nether polluted the space and destabilized it. Forces assembled and began charging toward the front of the Aether lines.
Randidly could sense the edge of in this moment, the eternal conflict between the two energies. Like two lovers jaded by distance and betrayal, they wanted nothing more than to rip each other to shreds no matter the cost to themselves. Although Randidly could align his own Aether and Nether, it was such a small thing before the whole of history.
And this was a history of bloodshed. The rapidly assembling Nether sung with the memory of it. The Aether crafted weapons of substance and image to make sure it was ever to be so. Both were committed to ending each other.
It was funny, but this was exactly the scenario that Randidly had feared with his new Stat Grim Intuition, where there was simply so much information flooding in that it was difficult for him to process it. Thankfully, his Stats had been largely boosted as he had spent his PP, or it would be difficult to continue while being bombarded with so many signals.
As it was, Randidly pushed all that superfluous information away. He only followed the heat in his chest, leading him unerringly to Vualla.
When he landed, she was standing there with her azure hair being blown by the wind, staring up at the Great Rift above them. She wore her armor and gauntlets, her skin path against the darkness of the Great Rift above them. Weirdly, Randidly felt a whiff of a familiar image for a few fleeting seconds, before it vanished.
Perhaps Randidly would not even have noticed the feeling had not its sudden disappearance coincided with a wide smile blooming across Vuallaâs face. It gave him pause, as he struggled to place why that feeling was so familiar.
Then Vualla turned and looked at Randidly with that smile, and all of those thoughts melted away like the last snow of spring.
I could have bought us more time.
Randidly thought furiously.
I could have taken a safer path. But I gambled. Not because I refuse to consider it⊠but because I couldnât trust Ileot Swacc.
Yet that was something that Randidly would never say to Vualla. She would understand if he explained himself. She would probably agree completely with the decision that he had made. And it was exactly for that reason that Randidly could never tell her.
So without talking, Randidly practically ran up to Vualla and put his arms around her. He spun her around and then kissed her once, lightly, on the lips.
At that moment, he established an Aether connection, careful to restrict the flow and watch the effect that a small thread of his Aether would have on Vuallaâs being. Even without the Philosopher's Key, his senses were now sharp enough that he could see the incubator of Aether that surrounded Vualla. At least in that respect, Ileot hadnât lied.
What was the most worrying was how thin the incubator had grown. Randidly could generally feel how worn the mechanisms had become, although he had no idea what that meant. So he continued to press Vualla to him, watching as that thread of Aether wandered forward.
The Aether brushed against Vualla. And⊠nothing happened.
â...ahem, Vualla, I think that itâs quite appropriate to at least
introduce
us before you subject me to such a hideous display, donât you think?â
Randidly pulled back in shock and blinked at the man with light blue hair who had been standing next to Vualla. He had been so intent on checking to make sure she was okay in the wake of Ileotâs words that Randidly hadnât even been paying attention to the surroundings. Everything else but her was pushed to the side.
Vualla blushed deeply and offered Randidly a guilty smile before turning to the man. âAh⊠well, itâs a battlefield. We are about to go to war. Getting caught up in a passionate moment is normalâŠâ
The man continued to glare at Randidly like he was a bug that he had found crawling across his kitchen counter. â...so that was his passion that he was sticking into your mouth?â
âWe didnât use tongue!â Vualla snapped. Then she stamped her foot and huffed. âOkay, okay. Eliot, this is Randidly Ghosthound. Heâs⊠well-â
âIâve already witnessed,â Eliot said icily. He folded his arms across his chest.
â-and Randidly, this is Eliot. My brother.â Vualla shrugged her shoulders helplessly. âLike all brothers, heâs someone who shoves his nose into places where it doesnât belong.â
âI was literally already standing here when he started kissing you,â Eliot countered. He shook his head in obvious disgust. Then he extended a hand for a shake toward Randidly with an expression of deep shame. âIf I would have been somehow able to keep my nose clean of the
slobber
you two exchanged, believe me, I would have.â
â...you are her brotherâŠ?â Randidly asked. His mind seized that detail. Because it didnât make any sense. Vualla was a duplicated version of someone who existed thousands of years ago. The architect of the grand array for absorbing Nether, one of the luminaries that allowed the overlay System to be invented. If this was actually her brother-
But no, this man looked older, maybe in his thirties, but he certainly wasnât
that
old. And his glare carried an edge of an image. A powerful one, but one that Randidlyâs instincts assured him that he could defeat if he needed to. So it wasnât a matter of simply seeming young, he truly appeared to be quite young.
...I never really had the time to think about it beforeâŠ
Randidlyâs face transformed into the visage of a beast. His teeth were bared and his eyes burned.
But how could Vuallaâs father be here if she truly was duplicated?
...has Ileot been playing me for a fool the entire timeâŠ? Was the real goal getting closer to me so they could make that look alikeâŠ? Or is that just a coincidence as well? God damnitâŠ!
âNot a handshaker, huhâŠ? Not that I blame you,â If anything, Eliot didnât seem insulted. His expression was smug. âIn my family, my grip strength is famous.â
âRandidly?â Vuallaâs voice turned serious. âWhatâs wrong?â
â...if you are really a duplicated version of someone from the past, why is your brother here?â Randidly said softly. Perhaps it wasnât the most⊠eloquent way of getting to the point, but Randidly was largely bewildered. So he simply said the question he kept banging his head against fruitlessly.
For a second, Vualla was simply confused. But then her eyes widened in shock.
Very quickly, a frown returned to her face. âAre you saying Iâm notâŠ? But⊠Iâm sure you also felt⊠what Cail said
felt
right! Sometimes, there is this-â
âWe just donât have enough information.â Randidly shook his head. âI felt so too. That what he said felt correct. Yet how can this man be here if this is the case?â
Eliot looked back and forth between the two of them for several seconds. Then he sighed. âNot that I want to interrupt your conspiracy theory session, but we do have larger problems. The Nether forces are about to arrive. Can this wait?â
It probably shouldnât.
Randidly thought in frustration.
But what choice do we have?
When Randidly spoke again, he injected some positivity into his expression. Which, to his surprise, wasnât difficult. âDonât leave me too far behind, alright? And be careful.â
âHa! Youâre one to talk. Donât think you can hide how much stronger you got in the few
days.
What am I supposed to do with you?â This time, Vualla got up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips quickly to his. Then she dropped back down. âAnd you be careful too. That metal arm of yours⊠doesnât look so good.â
âHa! Donât worry.â Randidly rapped lightly on his chest. âI think Iâve got a short term fix prepared.â
Right as Randidly was leaving, his Grim Intuition drifted back to Vualla to check on the state of Aether. His senses rapidly scanned through her, searching for the thread of Aether that he allowed into her. She wasnât unraveling at the seams, as Ileot had originally warned, but also⊠Randidly couldnât find the Aether he had put into her.
...
I suppose that means it was successfully incorporated into her beingâŠ? But why do I have this⊠bad feelingâŠ
Randidly glanced over his shoulder one more time. Vualla was enthusiastically waving both her gauntlets above her head while Eliot was flexing his hand and looking down at it approvingly. There was a roar from the sky as the Nether King made its presence known, distracting Randidly further.
Unsure of what to do, Randidly opened up the Aether connection between them the tiniest bit, allowing energy to flow. As he watched, the energy really did get steadily absorbed into Vuallaâs being without any trouble.
Am I worrying for nothing�
The screams of fighting began to waft up from the front. With gritted teeth, Randidly forced himself to turn away and head toward Lady Iellayaâs camp.