Yeah for quick update, though its only because this part incomplete follow up of the previous chapter...
I would like to apologize for using words that are not contained in the English dictionary.
Other than that, distracted by other new fic of unexpected expectancy~
"What do you mean only those authorized may enter! I'm his SISTER!" the overwhelming wail unleashed breaks the still silence of the hallway, by a figure of vermilion, Elesis currently being restrained by the figure of black, Raven and white, Chung, both barely holding on, from barging into the operation room.
Eve leans against the cold wall with her eyes closed and arms crossed. The fabric which sleeved themselves across them is in tatters, failing to conceal the multiple cracks and gashes which had crept through from the hands and stopping before the shoulder, done in by the unexpected and desperate exertion of power. Sight of wiring and steel could be seen from the injury yet she shows no reaction toward it.
Despite her calm and collective expression, her foot unconsciously taps the white tiles vigorously, with each sound of the tap filled with suppressed worries, only to be consumed by the howl. Gradually the intensity of the 'noise' dies down. Her sealed eyes cracked open, halting the taps .She looked back at the group of people who are now sitting on the available benches in front of the door of the operation room. Elesis finally fell into a weak whimpering rest while being comforted by the orange figure, Ara.
Finally it became quiet; too quiet … similar to 'that' moment and combined with the uneasy suspense of waiting for the reveal of his condition, only making the atmosphere feels all so suffocating. An internal battle rages forth in her psyche to restrain her coming action for any longer she would had pried open the door and proceed to 'assist' in the operation.
A presence had gone unnoticed as it positioned beside her, saving her from doing what would had been an illogical action. "Are you alright, Eve?" unfolding her arms, Eve cranes her head to meet the source. The motherly and caring voice belongs to none other than the one in green, Rena.
"Yes, I am well." Eve answered monotonously yet with a strangled voice, before noticing the elf's green eyes gazing upon her damaged arms. She let out a cough, gaining the elf's attention and with the intent of adjusting her vocal unit. "Perhaps I am not. It seems that I am in need of immediate repair thus I will be taking my leave now." using it as an excuse to escape the tense atmosphere, she gestured a wave of farewell to the rest and departs to the direction back to the mansion they currently resided in.
"Wait Eve that's not what I meant!" the correction of meaning flew pass her, ignored due to her hasty retreat with her drones follow suit.
Traversing through the silent night alone prove to be futile in her attempt to render the growing affliction as it slowly crept back within her chest nor does the many lights on the street serve as a distraction . It was unnerving and she could hear muffled voices echoing in her mind which she tries to ignore.
She felt a bumped on the head and when she looked up to see the cause, it was her two drones. It seems that they managed to save her from smacking herself to a familiar wooden door. Finally Eve had arrived in front of the mansion .With a heave, the door opened and closed once she enters.
Taking a swift pace, she made her to the stairs which would lead her to her room for the needed repair. Unfortunately for her, the dead still air and deprivation of light within the mansion ends up allowing her thoughts to be made clearer.
'Why did he risk-?'
'Why must he -?'
'Why would he -?'
'Why couldn't -? '
'Why am-?'
'Why -?'
'Why -?'
'Why -?'
Like the Shooting Star, countless of long suppressed 'Whys' bombarded her mind with each intercepting the one before at quick succession, causing her to sway on her feet. In a brief moment, Eve experienced a second of blank out and she weakly slumped onto the wooden rails of the stairs for support, gasping for air, clearly overloaded by the bombardment.
The scene at the field of white replayed itself over and over again and she went through various reactions. The shocked at his fallen body, the joy of hearing the rekindled heartbeat, the despair on knowing the countless obstacles lay before them and finally desperation which lead to her fractured arms.
"Elsword…" she weakly let's slip the name of the one in dire condition before placing her cracked hand to her chest, feeling a mysterious throbbing. Moby and Remy gently descend by her side, rubbing themselves on her as if trying to relief her of her pain.
After patting her drones, Eve poised herself and makes her way back to her room where a pod automatically opens its upper glass case as if welcoming its master. Stacks of paper listed with many theories neatly placed on a table with a bottle of purple reagent, the mixture of dark elstone and moonstone which serve as a purple illumination in the room and the catalyst for her recent ascension.
Her amber eyes widened momentarily at the sight of the reagent and flicker against the glow, almost as if an idea struck in her mind, before the features of her face resolved into a clam state. There is something she could be of assistance…to amend her mistake and maybe – perhaps …
No death or... obsession antics yet~
Estimated 2 more chapter after this, before its finally done.
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Next update would take a longer period though...
/rolls into school assignments
