The Holy Knightess loses her composure, complaining venomously. "He has never done anything wrong?!. That makes no sense, Saintess!. He admit his culpability, usurping Vurckair's name, and you, yourself, confirmed that he did so, through an Exodus!".
"Collette Cordan. You are confusing the meaning, misinterpreting my words.
"Which is an understatement". Emphasizes the feminine Vecturion. "There are plenty of ways to swap or replace anyone's Name, not limited to the Exodus, and the Head of the House can do it at any given moment as a punishment for breaking the Family's Mandates. Like the weak «Vernnion» must have done. Yet, our Venerable Grandmother didn't saw him in good light to begin with…".
"You mean, Venerable Aunt?". I inquire, but the feminine Vecturion lashes with extreme fury, scornfully screaming with palpable rage.
"Sacrilege!. Vestoria Vecturion is the strongest Vecturion, and our leader!".
{Did she lived under a rock?. Or the Hot Aunt is not the Head of the Vecturions. She say «My Family» with too much pride and conviction to be a delusional claim. This could be solved easily if there was a «Family's Panel»}.
[ Vecturion House ]
[ The Head - Verulkya Vecturion ]
[ The Spine - Vurckair Vecturion ]
[ The Hand - Volttair Vecturion ]
[ The Spirit - Vestaria Vecturion ]
[ The Core - Vestoria Vecturion ]
[ The Stark - Verseika Kerran Vecturion ]
"The Insane Grandfather is no longer «The Stark» of the Vecturion House!. I!. I am!". The brimful smile on Verseika is nigh contagious, clouding her mind, forgetting about the false sacrilege i supposedly commit.
"Vurckair Vecturion". Calls the Saintess. "I apologize on behalf of My Wardeness. It's shameful that we forced you to show the leaders of your Family".
{Damn!. I'm sure this isn't good…}.
"Enough with the pleasantries". Says Ines, evoking her three Gaseous Summons. "We are inside of an Umbral, even if this location it's only a Level 5, we should not take it lightly".
{True. Could i learn about this place with a Panel?. Like an «Environment's Panel»}.
[ Naiyag'Kort ]
[ Level 5 - 99.99% ]
{Crazy!. It really worked!}.
The ethereal notification is observed by everyone, letting the rotten old Library to be permeated with an unsettling silence that is unanimously agreed by the members of the Boxes, which worsen to dire tenseness when the data is altered slightly.
[ Naiyag'Kort ]
[ Level 5 - 100% ]
"There is no time to waste". Informs My Ex Fiancée evoking her two Crystalized Summons, like Farllette does with her Charcoal Summon, and the Saintess brings a small wisp of pure gold with bright ethereal fire. "We must secure the Umbral and establish a defensive perimeter".
"Is there a problem?". Questions Bayron, who is as puzzled as Enstor.
Cadrissa speaks up, giving us a brief explanation. "We are in Naiyag'Kort, the Counterpart of Trok'Gayian, and it's about to Level Up. When that happens, there will be anomalies that allow the transit between the world and the Counterpart".
"What is wrong with that?. We did the same from Loutharn to Nrahtuol". Points Enstor, which a first glance, it's not a wrong assumption.
"It's different. Loutharn and Nrahtuol are «Proficient Worlds», there are no limitations in them. Trok'Gayian is a «Rank World» in route to become a Progressive World, which is why it's dissociated from, Naiyag'Kort, an already Progressive World, where everything has Five Points in every Stat not accounting the 10 Birth Stat Points".
{So everything will earn 5 Stat Points. At least what, or who belongs to this World…}.
"I don't understand, Cadrissa. The residents of Trok'Gayian are not particularly powerful".
"Is he serious?!". Exclaims the scaled skinned woman, hearing an answer from Farllette.
"The Carrion Owl Gunners didn't approach us after they sight him". Her intonation has a grudgeful scorn on it, admitting the truth, despite she sees us as Weaklings due to not being able to evoke our Embryons.
{I wasn't delusional. There really was something stalking us in the tundras of Trok'Gayian…}.
Occulting the Panels, i evoke my own Summon.
"You are so talented, Vuir". Dreamily murmurs Seinnissia, sending her two Summons out, scouting the surroundings, like Farllette, Ines and I do with our respective Summons.
"What is the impending danger?". Asks Bayron. He is way clueless than Enstor, or even me, and Cadrissa is aware of this fact.
"When a Progressive World Levels Up, the anomalies can occasionally function like Knots and Nodes, emulating a Beacon".
{Then what was the fucking point of the Boxes?!. Or the Academy didn't check this Environment before sending us?!}.
{No, they did. Oh!. Someone must be trying to murder a person from this Box of Boxes. Wanting to conceal this assassination attempt as if it where an administrative error. But who is the target?. Or am i overthinking, and this is a mere coincidence}.
The Summon shares it's sight with me, having an aerial view of the vicinity. The old library is half buried in the grasslands of this coniferous forest, having predominantly large white pines that are not necessarily covered with snow.
Few traces of destroyed wood buildings remain scattered around, only the stone constructions are standing, though they are too spread out.
The best and worse aspect is the shore, because it leads to an open sea, where ocean creatures swim freely in the water.
{Hopefully we can fish there, as i don't see Fauna or Amalgams on land, similarly but opposite to Trok'Gayian, meaning we must be at the tropic, close enough to the pole of Naiyag'Kort…}.
Enthralled with the mental sight, i'm slow to notice the Saintess is sharing what the other Summons are observing.
{I suppose she can't do the same with me, because i lack Spirituality…}.
Through the sight of Ines's Summon, we watch a group of people pursued by an anthropoid species of bluish or purplish skin, wearing combat exoskeletons, and firing Plasma Rifles during their sprint.
Nevertheless, the most striking factor of the scene, are some of the individuals within the chased group. Another version of the Saintess, the Holy Knightess, a slimmer Balalaika, and other version of myself, one with golden locks of hair in his indigo hair.
Natvasha complains. "My luck when you are around couldn't be worse, Old Hag!. And Unnemellia is going to assist her alternative version. Giving away our position to the «Farioth»".
"Careful with your words, Countess". Warns the Holy Knightess, showing her disposition to always follow the Saintess's orders. "The Nifflers and the Farioth are enemies of all, without the Gombblers support and orientation, we would had be swarmed by them long ago"…