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Chapter 40: Choices and Thoughts
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"𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎: 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎."
—𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗
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-▫ᵒᴼᵒ -KΛL- ᵒᴼᵒ▫-
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-An Hour Later-
Kal doesn't know why… but he has always liked snow.
Looking at the vast expanses of snow-covered forests and mountains facing him, and then the tundra of the purest of whites behind him, makes him— what is the term humans use again…? Ah! Yes… Nostalgic.
In his short 729 years of life, never he has experienced this feeling until now.
And he doesn't know why…
He breathes in the freezing air that blasts all around him. But even with all its beauty, the surrounding atmosphere tastes of corruption as the whole region, 20 years after Mount Arreat's destruction, is filled with toxic clouds of ash and arcane dust. Kal understands why Tyrael had to destroy it... And yet, the destruction of the Worldstone was not without grave consequences — for not only the people, but also the animal and plant lives living there.
He breathes out… and lets his shield fly like a discus.
His shield, filled with his Aura and Wrath, flies through the ice demon's neck with barely any resistance before unnaturally bouncing back against a tree, not leaving a mark on it, and returning to his left hand. And as his shield is only wood, leather and pieces of steel put together, and not Vibranium, Kal has to infuse Aura to give the round shield some exotic properties.
Speaking of that. It is a subject that has always fascinated him. Vibranium… A material with nearly endless possibilities.
Vibranium is a smart, responsive material—that has one or more properties that can be significantly changed in a controlled fashion by external stimuli, such as stress, moisture, electric or magnetic fields, light, temperature, pH, or chemical compounds, but it also has anisotropic properties; that is, the properties are different when applied in different directions.
For example, what was used by Captain America, the front face of the shield dissipates energy from impacts without rebounding, which explains why, in some forms, the vibranium stores this elastic potential energy like a battery and releases it as kinetic energy when the edges, or some of its surfaces, strike things the right way. This explains some of the more ridiculous bank shots Captain America managed during WW2, since the shield actually can use this stored energy to have a higher velocity after the bounce than before it.
But even then, this doesn't fully explain Vibranium's strangest property; the ability to choose.
And yes, the metal can choose. It chooses the best moment to release its stored energy, it chooses to follow, to a certain extent, the will of the one who wields it. The metal has a psi-active Quantum crystalline structure, giving it a form of semi-sentient consciousness within it, if you can call it that. Meaning; it's alive.
How does Kal know that? Well, he did use it when creating the Amalgam that composes his legs after all…
Too bad he can't use— Kal ducks and bashes with his shield the demon who was crawling behind right in its face, transforming the icy creature into shrapnels of ice fragments.
So…? Where was he? Ah, yes the—
"Will you stop already?!" Kal growls, delivering an upward flail strike to another blue-skinned, ice demon's jaw. "I'm trying to think, for the love of God!" He says as the demon turns into ice shards.
He blurs away, catching the leg of the fleeing demon with his flail before finishing it when the sole of his boot meets the skull of the demonic creature. Kal then brings his shield up to stop the cursed, and probably poisoned, arrow launched by one of the few Goatmen he hasn't had the displeasure of meeting yet. The arrow clatters uselessly on the icy remains of the dead demon at Kal's feet.
The goatman, or as some call it; Khazra, huffs and puts its bow down before taking some kind of primitive wooden weapon that was planted in the frozen ground.
Kal has heard that in the past, a long time ago, the ancestors of these creatures were once humans who were possessed by demonic immaterial beings during… some sort of rituals created by mages.
If the Goatman a few dozen meters in front of him wouldn't have attacked, Kal would have let the creature be… But now? Now that Kal can see and feel its soul… Well let's just say that it isn't pretty. There is a difference between some animal that is driven by instinct, whose only desire is to eat, and one who chooses to act cruelly, who embraces, with open arms, to become a true monster.
Kal shakes his head, feeling the hundred more Goatmen hidden behind snow-covered trees, all waiting for the first one to charge him. If those things would have come sooner, they would have seen what he is capable of. They would have seen that even with their number, they don't stand a chance.
And yet… Some of them are scared, terrified even.
As the large goatman charges him, Kal's perception of time turns back to a crawl. He uses that moment to look at all of these deformed creatures, body, mind and even soul… Not all of them are as inherently putrid as the one running toward him. Some hold their weapon to their forehead, praying to the spirits of the forest and mountain to protect them. "Good." It seems that this clan or at least a party of it, whatever it is named, isn't following any demonic master. They are few of these nearly peaceful ones, whose only desire is to survive just one more night. To have their belly filled just once without thinking if tomorrow will be their last day in this beautiful yet cruel world. To hope that their small ones won't get sick or alone if they die here…
And seeing this, feeling that much hopelessness, that much pain… even if he doesn't have a physical heart, makes a little something shatter in Kal's chest. Kal has always known that not all creatures just as these are by nature evil. But this is just… heartbreaking.
Humans, most of them anyway, see everything that is not like them as something to be feared, hated… and sometimes killed. People tend to fear things that are different from them. Sometimes it is simply because some look different, have a different culture, religion or natural genetic behavior. And since most species cannot really avoid the cause for that fear, it becomes stronger and leads to hatred.
The primary defense mechanism in humanoids' behavior is anger. When humans, just like many other species throughout the cosmos, fear something, their behavior utilizes the either fight or flight method.
In school children who are different are bullied and teased. The child wasn't asked by their parents to bully children who are different. The child simply does. Again, also from his fear and those implemented by his parents, for he cannot understand the working of this child who is different.
Kal should know after all… His first and last year at school has been a nightmare.
The basic purpose for a society is to have uniformity. Uniformity for the sake of security and order. People in general have never been able to accept change.
But in truth… there is no order in life. Nature has no system. A plant grows crooked and curved and no two branches look the same. They are different but then they exist and add to the beauty of the world.
He slowly breathes in and then out. Asking himself; why does he feel like an old man?
Kal waits for the goatman to come closer, taking off his helmet, he sees the wooden and crude bladed staff coming closer to his head. The primitive weapon shatters like thin ice against Kal's cheek. The goatman looks at his weapon in muted shock.
"I know you can understand me." Kal says to all of them, speaking in All-Speak. "You have a choice to make." He swings his flail when the goatman tries to stab him with a small shard of steel attached to the horn of what is probably one of its own kind, breaking its neck with only a single feather like touch. "Choose wisely…"
None move for a few seconds.
Kal hopes that they will listen to reason. He hopes that they will turn back…
But… he hoped for too much.
More than half of their number rushes at him with mad and unnatural determination, while the others, more peaceful, hesitate, hiding closer to the trees that serve as cover. Well, until some shamans and other warriors and archers force them to move, pushing them violently in his direction.
And this is when Kal moves.
In a blur not even perceived by their senses, a large portion of them fall to the ground, their necks broken, their skulls and chests caved in. Only the most peaceful ones remain standing. They all stare at him with terror in their eyes, their bodies shaking not only due to the cold. Kal breathes in, looking at them with something close to pity.
It is only after a few seconds that Kal breathes out. Turning his head toward the cave Johanna and Sonya use a few dozen kilometers from here, he makes sure that both are okay. Nodding, he smiles as he sees them eating with momma bear and her three cubs.
"Live and let live." He whispers gently, but still loud enough to be heard. "Come." He says not unkindly, taking in a telekinetic grip the cooling corpses of the fallen. It is then that he feels the Hellish corruption and cursed Blood Magic in the dead Goatmen's dead bodies.
Something dark and evil has touched them… recently. He gets the scale and measure of the energetic signature of what still clings to these poor creatures, and searches from where this corruption comes. Kal easily finds it. With a thought the ground opens deeply at his side.
Kal sighs, all he can do is at least give a few words to these poor souls… And sure, he never was a truly devoted or religious person, but when you are the juvenile reincarnation of a cosmic creature as old as time who was called the Nightwing by Kryptonian, and the Goblin Entity by other species, and created by a shard of the SOURCE and the VOID themselves…
…And even if the Nightwing was barely worshiped by some, it was still an Angel of RAO and considered, even if a minor one, as a Kryptonian god of Justice, shadows and Secret by the ancient Justicars of the Warrior Guild of Krypton billions of years ago, and millions upon millions of years before Kal's very birth… Well, knowing all of that is true, you start to believe that something greater does exist.
"𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕨𝕖 𝕘𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖, 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕦𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕠'𝕤 𝕘𝕝𝕒𝕕𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕪𝕤. 𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕗𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕕. 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕖 𝕤𝕙𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤." He whispers as the bodies of the fallen pile up inside before Kal uses his Aura and Wrath to burn the foulness away as much as the bodies.
"𝔼𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞, 𝕆 𝕃𝕠𝕣𝕕-𝔽𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣-𝕆𝕗-𝔸𝕝𝕝, 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕦𝕡𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞. 𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 ℝ𝕒𝕠'𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕪, 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕖… 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕟." And for a few seconds he lets the purifying white flames do their work.
After a few more minutes, he closes the large gap containing the ashes of the deceased and takes his first step toward where the corruption originates.
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The trembling and still alive ones all follow him silently, as he walks directly toward the underground tunnels and caves that the Goatmen use as their home. He reaches only minutes later the main entrance of an old and dilapidated ruin built millennia ago. It also seems that the Khazra tribe who moved in not long ago, didn't help with this place's state.
No matter. He has ways to deal with that.
He shakes his head, letting his psionic gifts work on the unstable walls, floors, ceilings and other structures of what he is sure is an old tomb. Little by little, as he walks these corridors, everything around him starts to be repaired. It won't be as good as it was just after its construction, but that would be enough for at least one or two more millennia.
…Since he had more Nth Metal fused to his nervous system, all of his abilities have been turned to eleven. Sometimes… only the smallest of thoughts is enough to move the world around him… It would be so easy to… to just let go.
He breathes in… and out, focusing back to the problem that stands in front of him.
It is after a few minutes of marching that Kal finds the central chamber of this place.
He sees many tents arranged in a disorderly fashion. There is even a large hole in the ceiling of the cave that let the cold and snow in. He sees many Khazra women, their kids, all of them suffering from the lack of food and protection from the cold... skin on bones. They look at him in fear, hiding behind rotting wooden barrels or inside their small tents. They whisper in their strange tongue. Most praying for a miracle… or for a quick death…
Their fear become terror when, in the middle of their camp, a lone and large, luxurious tents opens wide, letting a massive beast out. Another goatman… if it can be called that way.
This…being, is a deformed abomination. Muscular but fat…
Three arms, one head with another face fused to the left side of its neck. It holds a large club in its left hand and a staff in its second right hand. The few bones that it wears for decoration are from others of its kind. Just like the skull attached to its staff.
Unlike the others Khazra, this one has a black fur. Nor does it smell like them. Meaning it came from somewhere else, and taking over the leadership of this tribe… probably with force. The corruption Kal found on the ones who attacked him comes from that thing… He is sure of that.
Kal looks behind it, and in the tent… what he sees makes him nearly puke.
Bodies… may they be those of animals, people and even other Khazra… mostly Khazra's. All eaten by… this thing. Eaten to sate its hunger and those under its command while the others can barely survive.
The creature holds the staff above its head, preparing some kind of spell, and— loses said head in a cloud of red when Kal's flail meets it.
"Burn in the Light…" Kal whispers, burning the monstrosity's body in a flash of white and golden light. A few other Khazra jump toward him, weapons in hands. Kal can feel the putrid corruption deep into their souls… A corruption so deeply entrenched that it is clear that these creatures accepted their fate willingly… They made a choice… and they chose evil.
And so… Kal makes a choice in turn.
"That's okay… I am not going to hurt you." Kal says to a Goatman who doesn't seem to be able to walk anymore. Kal looks closer and sees the week-old infection in the Khazra's foot. "This is going to be a bit weird, but nothing else, I promise."
The khazra, except for the trembling, barely moves, even when Kal puts his hands a few centimeters from the injury. Ten seconds later and the injury and the infection are gone in a flash of white-golden light.
"Come on. Try to stand up." He says to the goatman as he rises up.
The Khazra, even if still deeply terrified, does as he asked. Slowly he tests his balance, not feeling any pain, he takes a few steps before shyly bowing his head as he steps back from Kal. "Progress… Cool." Kal sighs mentally.
"Are there any other wounded?" Kal asks the whole camp… No one responds. "Come on, guys… I'm not going to bite." He smiles without showing his teeth.
It is only after a minute that a female Khazra comes to him, holding a small and dying baby in her arms. It is not hope that pushes her… but desperation. She barely has enough courage to look at Kal's feet as she comes closer. Kneeling, and still not looking at him, the mother holds her baby towards him. The baby can barely breath, its form too weak and its lungs filled with liquid, while the mother suffers from broken ribs and hunger… Nothing that can't be fixed.
"All will be well." He smiles and puts his right hand under the mother's own and his left on the child. In waves of white and golden lights and making sure that to set the broken bones correctly, the conditions of the babe and its mother improve drastically.
The mother raises her head, looking at him, her eyes widen lightly as she sees the blond hair and white and golden lights in his eyes. Kal smiles again, psionically reassuring the mother in doing so. After that, the mother takes a few steps back, before putting her ear to her babe's chest. More mothers come toward her, whispering, asking questions and looking at the mother holding her child.
Nearly an hour later, their entire tribe is healed of the various diseases and injuries that afflicted them. Kal breathes in… there is still the problem of feeding them left. But no matter… He has enough food in his own personal Tesseract for a hundred times their number. After all, he didn't just go into the sea to take only treasures and other things of this kind.
Kal may have a problem with taking lives, even those of simple animals. But when said animals attack him to make him their meal; the gloves are off. And the seas of Sanctuary are filled with dangerous fish big enough to swallow even some of the biggest ships made by the human hands of these lands.
Too bad they didn't know that Kal is quite hard to eat, but good thing his psychokinesis could cut in small pieces the remains of the many large monsters that were dwelling into the abyss of the ocean after he busted his way out.
But first, before feeding anyone, Kal needs fire, something big enough to feed them all, not hot enough to turn the meat to cinders and remove any energy value, but enough to burn off potential bacteria and viruses.
He turns his head toward the large hole in the ceiling of the cave and puts a psionic barrier around it. It would be stupid to attract other creatures here by letting the smell of cooked meat get out. This will also heat this frozen place and the people in it… but he will have to purify the air… maybe by inscribing Runes here and there.
It is four hours later that the tribe can now relax after having eaten properly. Most look at him with reverence, he tells them that there is no need and that food won't be a problem for this winter.
Kal, after inscribing Runes nearly everywhere, turns his head toward the large tent. Inside… Well, let's just say it's not a pretty sight. With a simple gesture of the hand, the bones of the corpses are cleared of the rot and the small pieces of flesh that still cling to them. From the ground, Kal forms small urns, putting each individual into one of them.
But what attracts his eyes is the stairs formed by Elemental Wild Magic that descend deeply into the earth. A hole large enough to let pass the beast that used to live here not long ago.
This… monster, was digging for something.
Kal slowly looks down, but closes his eyes because of the raw magic that still permeates the stairs. He growls and puts a hand into the dirt. Letting his psychokinesis feel what is beneath him… Something powerful and… corrupted. A crystal… a shard of something much bigger.
Kal has read many of the Horadrim texts left by Tyrael when the former Archangel left to seek new members to reform the Horadric Order… And because of it, he knows what lays deeply into the ground.
A corrupted shard of the Worldstone…
Feeling and seeing no magical trap, Kal jumps into the hole… he nearly stumbles— Correction, "Oof." he falls head first into a wall.
"Thank God, no one saw that…" He spits the dirt out from his mouth before putting his palm down. He breathes out as the ground lightly shakes, waiting for the shard to reach him. Slowly, the red crystal the size of his head, floats up.
He can feel the corruption left by Baal, the Lord of Destruction, deeply into the shard. Kal huffs with distaste. Grabbing the thing, he forms an Aura sphere around it, before pushing his inner Light deep into the red crystal.
The shard rings through as the corruption fights back, screaming as it slowly but surely burns away by Kal's Aura and Wrath. It even tries to hide deeper into the shard, again and again, it fights. Kal, having had enough of this thing, uses his Semblance, making the hole he is in baths in the Light of his Soul — with such intensity that everyone on the side of this world can see it like a lighthouse.
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-Sonya-
Rarely Sonya has been this happy!
"This is true heaven!" She smiles while playing with the three cubs, letting the momma bear rest. "Ooh~ you are all so cute!"
"Your turn." Johanna says, kicking her boot while pointing at the entrance, making Sonya sigh.
"Still no sign of him?" Sonya asks, gently putting down one of the cubs.
"No… But at least I don't feel any more hostile presence in these woods." Johanna says, walking with her to the cave's entrance.
"... Aye. Nor do I." The barbarian breathes in the cold air, her eyes closed. "It feels almost… peaceful."
"It does. I just hope that the boy is not doing some insane things again." Johanna voices the small amount of fear crawling at her back.
"Ah. You worry too much!" Sonya tells her. "I am sure that he—" She doesn't have time to finish her sentence when a pillar of white and golden light explodes outward into the sky, stopping the storm in its tracks.
"... I am going to strangle him…" Johanna states. Sonya can only nod her head, sighing deeply.
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▫ᵒᴼᵒ -KΛL- ᵒᴼᵒ▫
"𝐼 𝒜𝑀 𝐵𝒜𝒜𝐿! 𝐼 𝒜𝑀 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒰𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 𝐼𝒯𝒮𝐸𝐿𝐹! 𝒴𝒪𝒰 𝒞𝒜𝒩𝒩𝒪𝒯 𝒟𝐸𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒪𝒴 𝑀𝐸!" The fragment of one of the Lords of the Burning Hells yells in rage at him, not wanting to be destroyed. "𝐼 𝒜𝑀—"
"ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘…" Kal whispers. "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘… 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠, 𝕒 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕕. ℕ𝕠𝕨... 𝕓𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖." And with another burst of Aura, the remnant of Baal's corruption finally dies out. In his small hands, the once darkened crystal is now a beautiful and vibrant ruby red.
Kal has heard of old legends from his universe and what is called Infinity Stones or Gems. Six immensely powerful sentient gem-like objects tied to different aspects of his universe, like; 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮, 𝙋𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧, 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡, 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙, and 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚.
These Gems can do a lot of things and are the remnants of six singularities that existed before the Big Bang, which were compressed into Stones by cosmic entities, named Celestials, after the universe began and were dispersed throughout the cosmos.
"Huh." Funny that these Celestial Assholes were mostly killed by the Kryptonians of ancient times using the Space Stone and their own Celestial technologies against them… But that is a story for another time.
And this piece of the Worldstone makes him think of what the Reality and Power Stones are both supposed to do… even if in a less powerful way. Kal, sensing what this little shard alone is able to do, can only imagine what the full power of the entire Worldstone must have been like prior to its destruction. It is like holding a part of creation itself, a small fragment capable of naturally altering the surrounding reality on a micro-scale by using Quantum Fields as both its power sources and instruments, but also to convert any forms of energy into another of the user's choice… at will.
This is why so many sorcerers, shamans and many other magical and/or mystical users seek these things… even if they have to kill anyone in their way to get their hands on it.
Kal also finds it funny that the Worldstone is the crystalized blood of a Primordial Titan of Creation, ANU, who died during the Big Bang of this universe, killed by a part of himself he casted away… Well, Primordial creatures like these are not known for being the smartest after all…
Kal, smiling, ponders if he can find other shards like this one around… These things can be of use in his future researches. He nods, thinking that he will have to climb up the tallest and nearest mountain to take a look around.
Maybe after that… after that…
He could…
He stops breathing and looks at the large ruby red crystal with distant eyes.
"How can something so little can be that powerful?" He whispers, playing with it in his hands.
…Using it, Kal could change… everything.
This world could be beautiful… the evil that plagues it, gone. It's people, happy…
He could build a paradise here… Far from the devils of the Burning Hells, the angels of the High Heavens… and their eternal fighting.
The people would be free to… to… "𝕋𝕠 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥?" The deepest part of his mind whispers.
To live without fear…? "𝕋𝕠 𝕨𝕒𝕣 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣?"
To be at peace once and… and… "𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕠𝕨...? 𝔹𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕗𝕤?"
But if they can be guided… maybe… "𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕥𝕪𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕆 𝕤𝕠 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟."
Kal, for what seems like hours, looks at the crystal in his hands… A crystal that wants to be used. "𝕎𝕖 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕤…"
"No… We are not, Kal…" Leviathan speaks for the first time since they left the High Heavens.
Kal nods and sighs, he will have to—
"KAL!" Johanna's voice, startling him, makes him jump. "Get out of here at once!" She sounds pissed off for… some reason…?
"I... don't know if that is a good idea…?" Kal slowly replies.
"NOW!" Is her immediate response.
"Okay!" He throws his arms up and then puts the shard of the Worldstone in his Tesseract as he starts to move up.
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-𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊-
Finding the spot from where the light came from has not been the problem… far from it. No… the problem came from the fact that there was a DAMMED PILLAR OF LIGHT going from ground to sky!
That thing had to be visible for everyone to see this side of the world.
The only reason she had decided not to choke Kal was because she still doesn't know if it can work on him... or if she's strong enough for him not to feel it as just a hug!
Arriving at the hole in the ground, seeing the cave beneath and the shy Khazra tribe with glowing white fur in it, she knows that Kal is responsible for that.
"KAL!" Johanna is unable to hide her growing fury. "Get out of here at once!"
…After a few seconds his voice is heard.
"I... don't know if that is a good idea…?" Kal slowly replies.
"NOW!" She yells.
"Okay!" He shouts back.
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Chapter End Notes:
After this small arc, things will go in a more mature direction, when Vomit boy is old enough to legally (he is alien, that kind of thing apply differently to him) to be... seduced, we shall say. ;D