The Recess ends, and i go with my Box to a spacious hall, waiting for the three teams that will delve into the passage alongside us.
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[ Mirror Umbral ] [ Level 5 ]
[ Dilation ] [ 1 Hour to 15 ]
[ Duration ] [ 8 Hours ]
[ Requirements ]
[ Box Of Boxes ]
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The Umbral's threshold it's a beautiful arch of purple marble containing an illusory black and brown rippling vortex, emanating a blank bewitching drum.
An annoyed groan echoes behind. "My luck couldn't get any worse, the Old Hag is part of this expedition". Says Natvasha Nydrikova with dismissive contempt, standing too close to her companion, a slim redhead that has physical features that resemble Balalaika.
This upsets Cadrissa, since the Countess purposely embraces the slender waist of who i believe is Brenna, the Young Sophomore's Fiancé.
{I didn't expect her to choose a Femboy…}.
"«Breasted» Femboy". He remarks with a rather cute, harmless giggle. Not minding the improper hand resting on his back. Which is normal for a couple from Azthea, but not in Loutharn, more so if i account Cadrissa's presence, who is clearly being disrespected by the pair.
"I recommend you, to refrain from reading my thoughts".
"What if i don't want to?". He comments with an adorable tone that enrages me, because it's the same intonation of a naive, innocent Lady, but this Breasted Femboy is totally conscious about what he is doing, battling his luscious eyelashes, puffing out his modest bosom, along invitingly parting his plump red lips.
I think about how my golden claws rip open his belly, using his intestines to hang him up.
Brenna turns pale, frozen in place with the graphic picture orchestrated in my brain, though Balalaika is the most affected, screaming in terror, closing her eyelids, and shielding herself by standing behind Ines.
{Spirituality can block Radiance, good to know…}.
"What did you do to them?!". Natvasha exclaims, brandishing her sword, pointing the tip at me.
Cadrissa didn't need the excuse of her teammate being threatened, wielding a small buckler and a sword, ready to dismember the Nydrikoff.
Ines reacts just as quickly, her golden saber blazing with etheric energy, while i show my golden claws.
The impression of this sight is so high, that knocks out Brenna, falling back, getting caught by a maroon haired damsel with reptilian green scales over her skin.
Next to the newcomer, is My Ex Fiancée, Seinnissia, who grips the nape of Natvasha, pressing the latter down, forcing her to kneel.
"How dare you to raise your blade against your owner. I acquire you to serve my Future Husband. But if you are so eager to die, i can squeeze harder".
Seinnissia's threat is not empty, the pressure of her grip is powerful, bending inwards the Countess's Bodsh, along the armored neck of the chainmail.
Nissi's fury subsides when her eyes meet mine, softening her attitude. And against all odds, this applies to me, because my Ex Fiancée has changed the design of her Adarga, employing an indigo shade on the scales that covers her shoulders and neck, emphasizing that she already belongs to someone.
We are silent, unsure on how to proceed with the other, disregarding the ongoing conflict, especially with the arrival of the other two Boxes, from which i recognize five of the eight people.
Danaika and Enstor are in the third Box, having two ladies in their group. While Esdrana, Bayron and Farllette are in the last Box, with a damsel of Indigo hair and turquoise locks, presumably a Vecturion.
{The line up of the four Boxes are integrated by three women and one man. Is there a reason for this?. Or is it just a coincidence?}.
Our formation has the shape of a rhombus, and as expected, i'm the first to cross the vortex, discovering a new environment.
The old private library of a big mansion in ruins, dusty, moldy books are scattered everywhere, even yellowed by the sun, or thorn by the marks of bites.
Rats run rampage in here, not only they flee rushedly with my arrival, there are visible traces of this plague's constant presence, footprints and traces of their manure, not to mention these animals are so fat, that several had died stuck between debries, or in the holes of collapsed stone walls.
The putrid smell of blood, urine and feces is pungent, causing dizziness and nausea among the Cadets.
I use the scales in my knuckles to spray a gasified version of my natural lube, neutralizing the stench, gnawing away the fetid biological residues left by the rats.
"Wow!. At least you are useful as a Concierge". Enstor mocks me, putting a smile on Natvasha and Farllette. Despite i'm sparing them from smelling the disgusting odor in the environment.
"You don't even aspire to decent functional job, Decaffeinated Peanut. Oh!. Perhaps that is why you were asleep during the Tide in the Match Amalgam. You requiere caffeine to start your day, too bad you can't afford it".
My response affects Danaika and Esdrana, because their Houses are undergoing financial problems, though for distinct reasons.
"Clearly only «Vurckair» has Class and Decency in the Vecturon House". Says a white haired Young Lady clad in blue armor.
Resolutely, i proclaim. "I am «Vurckair Vecturion»". Correcting the conceited Holy Knightess. "If you are talking about the coward weakling of the Mirror Me, his name is «Vernnion»".
She scoffs, negating with her head. "Lying in front of a Saintess, deserves nothing less than a Divine Punishment. «Holy Smite»".
A ray of white light with a golden glow trespasses the ceiling without damaging the construction, illuminating me for a few seconds, barely tickling me.
"Did you finished?". I ask, interrupting her astonishment.
"No one can escape or withstand a Divine Punishment!. How are you uninjured?!".
"Collette Cordan…". Intervenes the Saintess, a Maiden wearing a fitted white robe with silver touches, her orange eyes scanning me with severe interest. "Vurckair Vecturion is not lying. He defeated his Counterpart in an Exodus. And any Divine Punishment judges a person's life based on it's merits. If they have never done anything wrong, they will not be harmed".
{How is that possible?. I'm sure i've done bad things, or straight up evil acts in more than one occasion…}.