Something was wrong,
But what, he did not know...
...
Something was clearly out of place,
But he had no idea what it could have been...
...
...
This unexplainable eerie feeling,
As if many people had just recently...
...
...
No, if a numerous amount of people suddenly died,
Surely, no matter where they were, news would have...
"̴̡̧̨̢̫̭̰̣̰̬̝̠̜̼̠̞̬̘̼͇̖̥̑̑͋͌̏͐͒̈́̿͌̂͑̕͜͝ͅÌ̴̢̢̡̛̞̤̣̝̠͚̦̠̮͙͉͕̟̭̭̠̪̌̆͂̈́̅͌̀̋̌̐̆͗́̆̎̐͂̃̀́̄̀͋̀̕͝ͅf̸̢̛̖͕̺͙̭̩̦̖̰̯͖͇͚̳͇̝̭̈́͐̒̊̌̿͐̈̍̀̍̀̅̒̆̌̽͠ ̶̨̩̟̬̙̻̬̺̘͙͆̀̈́̄̾̈̈̎̊͂̆͗͌̐̂͋͂͊̽̐͑̀̆̕̚̚͘̕̕͝ͅy̸̛̠̞͙̤͖̞̖̲̫͙̙̞̦̱͍͓̬̥̞͓͂́̏̂̀̎̀̓͝͝ȏ̷͖̝̱̩̬̣̣̣̣̦̥̩̖̜͉̞̪͖̥͑͋͋̂́̆͝u̴̢͕̞̖̹̙͔̭̥͖̘̥̗̰̲͓̹͔̣̯̠̜͕̯̒̿͋͌͂͑͊̔̎̅͛͌͘͝ ̶̡̡̤͔̝̘̟͉̞̟̹͇̜͙̮͎̭̗͕̹̻̳̥̝̅͑̑͝ͅấ̴̢̲̲̮̰͙͈̱͇̫̠̭͎̣͔̥͊̓̐̊̆͑̏͋̀̂̀͒́̕͘͜͜͝r̶̛͙̓͂̐͐̅͗̐̕ĕ̴̢̟͉̝̭̪̞̮̗͚̤̥̹̲̩̱̹̫̣͇̹̤͈̭̲̹̈́̌̀̈́̔̾̈͆̀̐͒̂̋͋͘͜͝͝͝͝ͅ ̶̡̳̰͓̞̪̙̻͔̪̄̀̋̓̈́͌̋̂̽̔͐̾̅̊͘͜͜͝ņ̶̪̻̦͌̀̋̅̓̐̎̌̃͂̅̓͘͠͝ͅó̵̧̨̢̢̹̳̖̻̺̥̖͈͍̼̩̘̦̻̦̜̬̲̲̪̓̉͋̒̉̀̌̓̊͐͊͋̒͑͐̔͆̉͌̈́̿͋̕̕͜͜͝ͅ ̶̨̧̦̳̖̪̯̞̥̲͈̗͓̰̼̪͎̭͎̣̖̈́̚͝ͅl̵̡̖͓̦̫̠͍̪̃͒̒̍̔́̉̃̓̊̄́̏̂̉͆̕͘ở̵̢̧̛̤̳̣͓̦̯̻̜͕̣͍̹̩̳̣͇̲̣̪̽̽̈́̌̈͋͑͂͑̈̊͋̈́͌̍͐̒͊̿̽̋̕͘̕̕͜n̶̡̧̩̳̝͉̘͒̎͌̍̄͘g̴̨̧̛̛̛̻̺͓̻̘̝̣̜̜͎̺͇͙̙͕̼͇̫̟̭͔̪̠̜̤͂̀̑̌̂̏̆͐̅̒̄̑̆̍̉̈́̀͜͝è̶̢͓̙̺̺͖͍̬͉̜̘̈́ͅͅr̷̨̦̟͓̫̳̟͖̥̱̭̒̅̌̐̆̀̂͒̀̍͐̈́̓̍́̚̕ ̵̢̧̡͎̱̼̣̬̱͖̻̗̥̱̠̖͎̓͗͒̓́̍́͌̔̒̎́͛̇̽͐̈́͗̃̃̄́̇̽̓̈́̚͜͝ç̶̛̛̹̤͇̖͚̭̫̥͎͈̭͖̻̞̰̰̻͙̩̪̝̯͕͙͛̿́̈́͆͗̏̾̋̽͆͝͠ͅö̴̪̤̖̦̗̥̼͓̙̺́m̶̺̲̩̫̮̘̭̞̘̗̘͋̏̉̊̎̋̎̿͋̌̆̉̾̈́͐̌͑̌̃̀͐̚̕͘͘̕̚͜p̴̡̧̨̭̳̪͖̜̝̪̟̗̬͕̖̼͚͎͉̣͇̯̭̪͍̂̈́̒̆̾̅̔̅͊̍́̾̍̓̚̕ļ̸̨͇̤̳̣̱̗̩̩̼̂̎̉̀̌̑̇̔͆̊̓̎̋̅̐͘̚͝ȩ̸̛͔͚͈̩͚͙̖̹͈̙͔̤͔̻̖̫̼͒̓̆͗̊̂̓̈́̋̍͒̑͋́͑͆͂͒͌̀͘̚͠͠͝͠ṫ̶͓͖͍͎̜̄̇̂͐̃̇̓̾͝ė̶̡̧̘̥̝̳̜͉̦̤̅̀̌͛̓̒̔͐̌̋̇͒͆͌͛̈̑͒̃̽̉̎̾͂̀͊̋͘͜,̸̡͍̟̝̖͓́̋̈̐̆̐̈̑̿͐͐̉̊̄̊͌͌̑͋̓͒̑͒̈́͘͝͝͠ ̶̨̡̨̯̯͇̩͉̬͔̠̫͎̳̙̪͈̲̻͕͖͆̋̔̎͌̆͋͋͋̎̓̓͘̚̕͠͝ͅn̴̨̛̛͎̫̱̦̪̼̮̫̲̺̼͔̥̲̳̼͖͎̯̬̜̪̠͎͚̈́́́̋͗͌̉͐̕͜ͅê̸̡̡̡̨̨̳̤̞̖̮̣̮̬͕̝̬̠̣̠̣̲̥̯̺̘̓̂̌̂̒̓́̄͊͘͘͜ị̵̜͌̓̌̂̀̊̈́̃̃͒̏̌̀̈́̕̚̕t̵̨̨̥̺͓̱̼͓͉̘̫̗̥̤͓̺̯͇̼̗̳̜̪̭͉̠͓̠̬̦̓̽̇͗̎́̿̓̋̌̆̔͆̐̒̾͋̈́̌̕̕h̶͕̼̖͖̘̰́̅̆ę̸̨̳͖̰̯̘̝̳͉̼̟͔̦͕̗͕̗̦̦͔͉̝̖̬͖̘̑͆̈́̽̒͑̊́̓̉͋̂̿̍͂͌͛͊͒̿͋̋̿̓͋͗̔r̸̢̨̟̰̬̲̺̖̻͖̭͙̪̞̖͙̻̬͔̜͎̰̘̖̀̊̂͊́̐̒̈̓̍̈̓͆̑͌̏͜ͅ ̷͓̺̹̩͛͊̿̌̋͊͒̈́̈̐̀̃̒̾̒̽̀̔̈̒͐̆̑͝͠į̶̞͐̿̅̔̃͋̀͗̂̀̆́̆̃̉͂̊͊͘̕͝͝ś̴̭̙͕͕̫̻̮̲͌͑͛̑̽͠ ̴̛̛͇͓̼͉̝͔̤̱̹̟̲̗͇̤̝̬̓̈̽̎͊͆͂̈́̇̽̆̾̄̽͒̓̓́̊̀̈́̓͋̚̕͝ͅy̸̧̡̨̧̨̢̼̞̳̬̙͕̺̮̳̗̝̝̹̫͍̮̲̘̞̖̰͂̈̾̂̓͑̎̓́̃̎̐͋̓͂̉͘͜͜͝͝͝ơ̷͖̗̮̳̮̫̮̹̔͒̔͗̂͐̄͌̓̏̓̄̈̂̏̕̕̕͝u̷̡̡̨̢͚͓̺̰͇̠̩̹̺̖͔͌͐̓͗͗͜͜͠ͅṛ̸̨̪̺̥̲̰̩̙͖̱̙͉̀ ̴̡͍̣̝̞̮͙͍̊͊͊̌̇̍̒̈́́̀̉̏̉̆̌͑̏́̕͝͝͝͝͠͝p̵̢̨̧̪̰̹̣̼̜̺͉̭͓̪̟̖̼̱͙͈̭͚̫͓̅̃̊̈̓̈́̓̌̀̍͜͜ͅo̶̫̟̣̳̠͖̻͙̹̹͔̤͈͙̟̳̾̓̔̀͜w̷̨̢̧̢̨̛̞̻̺̤̼͓͍̫̤͈̼̪͎̻͎̯̲̱̼̄̈̎́̔͑̓̏̀͒̊͐̌̐̓̍̔̊̋̿͛̚͘͠͝ę̸̧̘͕̼̙̲̬̘̟̬̩̠̻̱̈́̾̌̒̄̎̋̿͆̀̔͂͂̋͛́̇̃̎̓̕͝͝r̵̨̢̢̧͍̼͕̮̟̠̩̠̼͙̗̬͓̺͚̝̪̠̖̰̬̱͇̠̈̄̏̋̊̾̃̓͒́̎͑͒̀͘͠͝͠ͅ.̴̡̧̭͎̜̲͓̺͈̫̤̝̗̱̙̳̼̠͈̜̱̯̜̹̜̩̬̤̦̾̎̊̔̌ͅ"̶̨̢̡̛̛̲͉͚̳͇͚͈̼̤̟̭͑̓̊͗̒̃̂̀̉͋̈̎̂̿́̀̈̋̈́͑̓̚͝͠
...
A familiar voice was soon heard...
*Either Kairos or "Kairos" was...
"̴͕̦̄̑͌́̆͒̿́̅̏̊̄͐̀̍͘.̶͚̞̪̱͉̗͐͂̉́͛̄̇̄́̓̀̿̔̇̇̿̂̈́͊͑.̴̡̱̩̟͚̜͈̞̻͓̪̻͖͔̫̣̐̓͊̂͑̿͊͋͂̃̑̒̍̍͌̆̄̀͘̕͝.̸͖̤̥̥̱̥̼̩̩̲̳̥̜̺͈͖͖͙͌̆̾̂̌͐͋́̔̀̅̈́̑̒̄̏̾̀͌͛̕͘͘͜͝͝͝ͅS̷̨͚̥̫͇̬͔̱̍͑ͅt̷̡̧̛̤̳͇̭͈͈͓̳͓͚̫̥̘͇̤̫̬̦̘̋̑͗̋͂͗̏̐̏̑͗̂͐̀̿̚͘i̷̡̢̘̞̺̤̙̻̗̟̞̥̟̮̟̻̮͆̒̇͑̂ͅļ̵̛̛̤̝̝̘̣̳͇̮̗͍̩̜̻͗̈́̾͑͑̀̌̔̐̉̃̀͋̇̾͒̀̀̓̅͘̕͝͝͝ḽ̷̢̩̖͕̜͎̱͙̭͚̬̱͉̘͈̭̟̱͇͚͈̩̪̹͋̈̒͆̌́́̇͆̆̏̑͗͋̾͌͛̄͘͝͝͝,̷̧͙͔͍̪͔̝̺̮̪͔̼̟̱̤̞̠̯̳̯̳̭̫̱̍͒͌́̌͑͛̒̐̓̈̂͘̕͠ ̷̧̨̨̧̳̙̣̲͔̺͖̼͈͔̳͎̦͈͕̤͆͌̏͝͝i̴̢̫̤̲͉̝͙̘͕̖̙͈̙͎͔̽̿̃͗̇͑̀̽͂̄̽͊̌́̕t̸̟̄͊̑́̈́͆̓̿ ̶̢̡̨͔͔͓͈̱̰͖͙̤̱̖͇̹̺͓̥̭̒̂̅̈́̎͗́̏͐͐̇͋͂̔͌̊̇͂̂́̀̓͑̈́͘̚͘̚͠͝ͅͅẅ̶̧̧̨̯͙̠̼̜̦̬̝̤́͌̌̇̈́̓͆͜ẳ̶̢̡̧̫̺͕̱̤̣͖͚͇͓̮͕̠̲s̸̨͖͈̭̜͍̝̘̫͚̙̘͓̬̘̞̀̋̅́̽́́̌̋̎̐̌́̈́̚͜͝ ̷̡̨͕̫̉̈́̍̒̍̉͛̊̀̀̎͗̈́̏͌̈́̾̓̊̍͌̍̄̈̂̇͘̚͝͝ą̷̡̛͕͓͙̖͚̞̞͚̰̘̺̭̼̩̦̮̬̟̯̪̖̯̣̽̽͛̈́̈́̍̃̈́̍̍̒̓͐͗̏̅̄͑͆̋̕̕͜͝ͅͅ ̴̢͉̠̣̤̱̙͔͈͉̭̗̫̺͕͍̻̥̎̏͒̂ͅs̶̛͇͖̘̝̒̅͋̅̓̑̈́͑͛́͒̉̄̋̈́̏̍͆̉̚͝͝͝m̶̧̧̧͍͔͍̻͉̖͚̼͕͓͍̩͖̬̖̭̤̺̼̯̟͈͎̜͚̽̓͆͌̀̂͜ͅą̴͕͈̳̻̹̖̦̬̲̠͉͉̫͉͇͎͎͇̟͇̣̪̻̤̩̉̐ͅl̷̛̛̜̼͈͖̰͓̰̘̒̄̌̋̒̇̐͌̾̃͗̇̅̓̎͊̓̈̌̈͘̚͘͜͠ḽ̴̨̨͇̬̺͔͕̳͕̭͓̱̥̤̖̜̋̏̋̃́̐̕̚͝͝ͅͅ ̸̧̨̰̫̤͇̥̹̠̭̮́͝p̷̧̣̞̻̦̮̲̐̆̈͝r̴̢̜̱̣̘̤̩̖͖̙̳̔̓̇̎̋̏̆͜͝i̵̡̟̱̜̬̦̦̱̦͖̝͈͈͙̬̘͙͚͇̓͛͜c̴̨̧̢̣̫͕̦̲̫̫͈̱͎͙͕͙̥̻̜̲͖̦̹̀̒͛̃̒̇̒͗̿́̚͜ͅē̵͈̻̙̭̜̩̊̍̄͌͊̈́͂̉͋̅̇͌̀͆͂̉͐̌́͆̀̄ ̸̖̫̯̩̤̤̺̬͔̟͈̱̘̪̗̪̻͉̆̎̎̓̈́́͂͛̊́̈́́̅͝t̷̙̣̙͐̈́̃̈̌̈́͝ͅȍ̸̧̢̱̮̺̟̦̟͎̤̼̥̫͖̦̩̜̩͖͕̤̦̬̈́́̽̓̾̑͛͐͐̑͑̀͌̈́́͑̕͜ͅ ̸͕̮͆͗̉̊̾̂͋̓͆̈́͛̓ͅp̶̨̛̳̭̺̩̣̩̈́̽̌́̓̂̀̌̂̔á̴̢̨̡̨̨̨̫̪̰̦̤̬̼̮̙͈͚̜̲̩̯̠͍̱͔̖̗̀̒̈́͆͛̚͜͠ͅỵ̶̮̪̙̟̻̞̬͇͗͆̓̏̐̒̽̃͐͠͠͝ ̴̧̟͓͇͇̹͖̰͚̞̤͙̲̗͙̜̼̜̪̦̫͉̘̭͕̲̮̩̺̈́́ͅṯ̵̨͉̹͔̬̹̰͉̭̞̝̏͛̐͛͊̽̀̔̇̓̿̅̅̌̓͗̿̀̚͜͝õ̸͈̝͇̱̞̯͙͍̩̼͓͔̟͔̫̼̯̼͖̥̥͍̻͚̫̰̝̠̀͒̃̿͛̆̀̑͗̈́̆̽́͒̈́̚͜͝͝͝ͅ ̸̨͍̤̩̼̟̰̙̝͇͖͎͖̭͙͍͉̖̰̤͐̈́͋͌̀͜ͅb̵̡̹͙̜̲͇̲̳̼͉͍̳̝̦̗̓̑̿́͐̈͛̈̏̓̀̏̃̂͊̇̋̀̒͂̉̚̚ͅọ̴̢͇̬͇͉̤͙͕̭͚̰̪͎̮̑̓͐̀͑̈́̆̆͐̓̿̿̆̚͠ͅͅţ̶͇̳̫̹̫̥͎̭̦̻͓̤͖̻͙͇̭̪̀̈́̓̾̄͗͌̈̔́͐̀͊̎̋̽̀̃̾̂͗̽͊̅̊͘͝h̴̖̳̳̲̱̼̅̊̿̏͛̅͐̈͋̊͂̔̌́̎̽͋̿̑̃̕͠ ̴̦̜̘̒ḵ̵̢̡̗̞͓̹͉̫̜̰̠̤̮̈́͊ͅe̴̢̡̼͚͙̙̮̪̣̺̙͇̦̣̟͈̩̣̤̺̮̬̻̩̹͇̥̲̟͝ë̷͉͙̖̪̙͕̮̦̯̘́̓͂̃̂̓͝͠p̸̢̨̡̨̡̥̩͔͔̜̤͎̭̬̮͇̪̗̘͖͎͐̈́̓̅́͒́̔̇̊̈́̈̓̂̄̀͐͑̐̓̆̐̅̉͋̎̏̒̽͘ ̶̨̛̛̐͒̀̾̾̽̇͌̏̂͋͋̊̅̇̋̑̓̂́͐̽̚͠y̸̨̜̞̼̍͗̈́͑̓͒̇͑̆̅̄̾͠͝ơ̷̧̛̜̠̞̠̪̻̇́̒͛̔̕͘͠ṳ̷̡͔̼̱̞̫̅͑͐̀̀̍̆͌͒͊͆̈́̔̾̎ ̵̡̡̝̰͎͚̣̭͙̰̲̭̝̪̫͈̜͈̗̮̪͕̣͉̣̙̜̒̂ͅͅs̴̢̨̝͙̝͍̱̱̖̙̜̫͉̱̞̻͉̲̠͙͇̟̋̇̐̏̄̆͋ȁ̷̛̘͇͆̈́̈́͑̉̀̊̿̋̽͌͗̈̂̾̈́́́͗̋̏̀̿̊̈́̚͝f̴̢͔̻͍̪̻̲͓̝͕̫̜̦̮͉͙͑̔̈̇̈́̔̈̑̎̔͝e̵̛̜̘̱̭̘̖̩̗͉̎̈́̐̀̋̅̿̀͒̈͘͠,̶̢̥̭̬̲̹̮̫̖́̋̄̒̈́̐̇̃̉̋̊̉͛̑͑̔̌̃́̈̀̉͛̕͝ ̵̖̝̟͍̤̣̩̎́̊̒̏̒͌̃̌͂̀͐͜͝͝͝B̴̨̨̨̺̹̘͈͇̥̘̘̙͈̣̲̲͆̄̈́͐́̑̾͌̓͗̇͠a̷̛̜̙̤̱̥̟̥͚̤͈̭̝͓̱̠̟͖̝͓̥͕̅̃͌̉̑̌̍̂̈́͘ͅr̸̛̥͈̼͖͒͆̓̄͐̌̈́̀͝͝͝͝b̴̢̨̨̧̛͓͈̘̠̣̱͉̲͉̽̎̈́̔̔͌̋́͆̓͆͋̓̓͒͑͛̈́͌̍͠ȁ̴̙̳̱͖͇͚͇̲͖͎͈̠̐́́̓͑͜t̵̨̙͇̹̫͓̠̰͕̰̗̥̙̀̚ơ̷͖͚͔͉̜̪̲̼̣̈̈́̊͆̈͛͆̿̆̆̇̉͊̎̀̒̎̍́̉̈́̈́̌̅̌̋̕͝͝s̴̡̡̛̛̛͚̻̩̼͚͙̪̘̳̰̙̣̹͈̯͉̖̘͋̾̅̋̉̍͗̿̾͛͐̒̇̆͐̊̌̾͂͆͋̉̈́ ̴̡̡̛̥̼̠̩͙̖̲̰͙̮̘̥̠̤̦̱̯̬͉̗̳̣̎̄̓͛̃̏͛͂̏̓̌͛̇̚̚͘̚͠a̸̧̡̛͚̎̔̾̽͂́̉̃̚͜ņ̸̛̝̩̦̩̩͈̝̰̙͙̩̟̮̪͎̯͚̦̠͔͚͛̾͒͌͒͑̈̄̔͑̈̓̕͜͝d̸̨̜̆̈̊́̇̓̄̔͝ ̷̢̢̡̨̧̨͚̩̫̬͔̟̥̤̝̼̯̜̝̜̹̿͆͑̈͋́̔̀͒̽͊̓̔̎͑͐̋̋̓͘͝͝͝t̷̛̲͕̟̟̣͎̰̆̾̽͊́̆̊͋̀́̏͒͌͊̌̆͜͠͝ơ̷̛͇̗̟͇͈̣̠̝̣͉̖̝̥͎̠̖̫̟̤͙̭̞̬̪̰̗̒͌̈́͛̒̋̽̌͛̐͒͘̕͝ ̷̢̹̗̰̮̘̯̠̳̞̘̬͚̣̘̪̩̰̝̺͖͎̞̱͙͓̤̿̈́̓́̌͋̐̅́̍̈̅̕̕͝g̴̡̡̝̣̜̝̬̹͙͉̫̹̫͍̖̬͚̗̿̍̋́̐̈́̂́̎̌̂͐̇͊͌̕͝͝é̴̫̀̍̔͋͊̐̏t̸̢̧̛̞͙̯̬̤̬̯̫͙͎̗̱̩͇̝̫̺̱̞͈̟̉̋̃͆̍̉͐̿̔͘͜ ̴̢̨̖̹̠̭̖̟́̂͐̾̿̈̐͂̍́̀̂͒̂̕͝Ì̶̧̨̛͔̜̬͔͇͚͍̼̠̜̗͎̝̮̹̲̯̯͕̝̯͚̖̈́̈̃̓̂̎͛͊͒̾̽̾̽͑̕̕̚͜͝͝r̷̦̜͚̰̬͖̞̞̽́̏̀̏̀͋̍͋͂̐̋̿̅̇̄͒̍̉̀̑̾̏̕͝m̶̡̨̢̟̳͚͔̞̹̮̖̙̪͓͉͙̬̺͉̞̓̓̋͊͐̈́̑͘͜͜͝͠͠i̴̡̡̧̨̡̧̢̩͇̱̠͕̣͎̳̠̥͇̦̱̺̻̖̠̹͇̦̼͎̔͛̿̾̆̄̾̚͝n̵̛̥͚̻̯̠̲͇͚̥̣͖̽̓̆̎́͐̔͐̾͋̈̀̊̀̒͌͊̎͋͊̇̚͜͝͝s̶̡̢̛̘̪̳̖̲͍͓̝̼̙̤̥̦͈̮͚͈͑̐̀͌̑̉̽͆̓̽͆̆̀̔̈́́͆̚̚͠͝ͅǘ̷̡͍̫̝̦̯͎͍͈̜̼͍̝͉͇̳͍̞̹̞̙̫̺̺͓̔̋̐̆̆̐͊́͐̌ͅļ̸̨͈̝͎͓̻̫̥̻̫̩̱͔̱̬̠̣͍̼̯̦̘̥̒̓̈́̿͋̒̋̉͂͝ͅͅ'̵͓̤̭̤͓̝̟̫̜̐̌̽͗͐̃̑̓̑͗̓̋͆͐̓͐͒͘͘͠͝͝͝͠͝͠s̴̡̛̭̫̯͚̥̲̙̘̱̯̟̼̙͍͙̟̬̅͒̃̈́͊̄̈̄̂̈́́͋ ̵̛͉̟̠͉͕̹̯͇̘̝̙̈͗̌̈́͛͑͐̀̔̎̉́́́́̐͂̂̽̋̚͝͠͝p̶̻̥̙̫̳͛́̈́͋̊̇̀̚͜o̵̢̦͓̼̩͎̦͙̜̯̥̟͈͎͚͐͋̏͜͜ͅw̷̧̢̗͈͔̻̻̮̹̝̺͕̲̬̱̲͔̼͐̂̿̈́̃̇̀̈́̂̄̓̐̈͆͋̈́̚͘̕͝ë̸̳̣́̊́̉̉͌̆̍́̎̔̑̈́͒̽̉̾͜͝ṙ̵̡̨̦͎͚̟̻̪̹͓̗̥̞̥̠̭͉̺͓̮̼̦̮̠͚̞̮͋̐̓̀͗͆͆͛͒̾͊̿̑̂̿̄̿̅̒͂̊̕͠ ̶̞͚̼̂̋͐̈́͐͛̔̀̓́́̋̈́ų̵̭͈̤̰̥̰̓̈́͑́͆̏̃̋̔͂̕͝ň̸̡̡̡̛̦̲̰͉͎̥̻͎̟͔̙͍̘̯̰͔͙̞̰͕͓̬̝͖̈́̀͑͑͑̀̂̋́̾̒̽͜͝͠d̷̡̠̗͈͖̭̤̩̖̠̱͆̉̔̀̓̑̎̓̌͂͌̐͌̚̚͜͜e̷̡̢̛̤̻̙̯̦̳̥͕͓͈͈̙̯̖͎̥̠̝̜̮̜̲̜͙͋͆͋̄̎́̂̃̿̿̄͛̓̾̐͐̅̈́̈́̂̀͗̈́̕͠͝r̴̨̳̩̟̦̘͙̞͙̩̈̈́̄͋̄̓̇̅̌͌̇̓̔̈́̀͐͋̄͛̾̐͘͝͝ ̷̛̥͔̰͓̝̫̯̝̟͌̊͐̌͂̀̄̌̇͌̍m̴̛͉̼̝̲͔̗̲̠̜̳̻͇̗͉̜͚̰͓̥̬͈͖̯͈͖̻̦̯̜̯͑͛̏̔̐͆̓̆͐̈́̾̄̓͌̀̃͗̆͌̈́͛́̃̕̕̚͘͝͝y̶̢̢̥̼̭̩̖̞̞̘͔̮͇͔̠͙̮̣̫̜̩̫̥̦̙͚̻͊̂̄͊̑͂͂͐̆͆͋͜͝ͅ ̷̛͚̘̀̈̎̍͂̾̊̾͌̀̄͑̌̚̕͘͠ç̶̡̹̭̼̪̫͉̘͓̮̖͎̠͈͇͇̳̹̥͎̻͕̞̙̣͍̌͂̀̇̏͆̅̔̈͋̂́̒̀̾͘͘͝ơ̷̧͖̱͔̩̤̪̼͈̹̾̽̓̀̿͋͘n̷̡͎͔͉͈̯͔͓͚̱͇̞̗̹̈́̈́̏͌͋̀̃̄̍̿̑̂̉̑̋̈́̓̾͘͘̕̕͜ͅṯ̴͉̉̀̔̓̀̐͐̓͋́̅̓́̌͛͆͝ř̸̨̲̲͇̤͈̙͍̩̦̤͍͕̐̂͊̆̒̏͗̊̓́͒͂ͅő̵̖̜̘̻̊̓͐͛͑̏͂̂̄̃̌̄̄͝͝͠ĺ̷̡̳͉̤͙̭͈̙̩͖̠̤͔̠̺̄̅̀̊̀̉́̐̈͒̋̽͌̓̔̈̈́̐͌̔̚̕͘̚͘͠.̴̲̤̣͈̗̟̳̪͊̾̂̈́̃͌̑̓͋̎̈̊͐̒͗̔̕͘̕̕͠͠͠͝"̷̢̛̛̯̫̳̰͔̯̱͈͓͓̪̞͎̮͍̠͉̠͈̗̙̙̰͇͙͈͌̅́́͑́̅̑̐̒́̂́̐̒̃̍͋͜͝͠͠ͅ
She soon added, sounding both thankful and somehow sad,
And did not elaborate further than this...
...
...
-...Just what did she mean by this...? -Venti couldn't help but wonder aloud, looking and sounding very confused, before his expression fell a little. -...And why wouldn't she tell me anything...?
The Archon soon deeply sighed, realizing that he was not going to get a reply...
*There must be a reason why she was not telling him more...
...
"...The Loom of Fate is "originally" a project launched by the Abyss Order and my Twin, in the purpose of manipulating the Ley Lines using Abyss Energy. Currently, it is able to create and implant memories.
Ista…"Kairos" told me that she has "One of those, too": a much improved version that can run on Divine Energy. SHE wouldn't tell me how she acquired it, but considering all this information…I wouldn't be surprised if she used this "Improved Loom of Fate" many times before."
...
...
"̶̪̟̭̮͎̗̙͔̮̖̖̱̰̰̄͑̎̒͂͂͝İ̴̡̛̟͎̼̠͓͕̹̀̓͌̈́̓́̀̔̕͠t̶̻͈͎̹̬̬̱̯̖́̓̈́͑̾̔ͅ ̴̡̠̤͉͕͓̜̲̻̉̈́̅̓̓͜͝͠w̸̨̱̯̦͇̫̟̘̌̊̽̎͐̅̔́̒̇͛̀̊̚̕a̷͈̺͕̣̻͙͓͉̳̱̔͊̔̓̈̇̀͝ș̵̡̫̱̳͚͚̼̼̳̼͈͐̓̾̄̆̌̌̚̚͜͝ ̴̪͕͇͔͚̲͉̝̊̉̽̎͂̓̅̈́̎̐̉̾̓͂͠ȁ̴̪̞͖̻̞̯̩̠̬̑̎̓̿́ ̷̭͇̩͙̞̹͇̠̠̱̗͈̏̿̍̀́̔̌́p̸̢̧̢͈̻̫̰͉̲̱͖͍̯͌̓̑͋̏͜͝l̴͔͕̯͍͇̐͊̈́̒͋̇̐̚̚͠͠a̷̛̤ń̷̛̺̟̲̮̞͓̱͓͎̩͕̤̯̥̄ ̴̡͓̦̰͇̥͕̱̠͌̔̀̍̎̚͝i̷͙̲͕̍͗̓̍̊̒̉́̄̿̿͋n̷̬̥̭̮̼͛̓͂̐̏̈́v̶̡̥̱̣̺͙̯̘͙͔̖̦̥̝̪̒ȫ̶̞̹̲̻̺͙͇̇́́͐̓͗̀̋̽̀̕̕ļ̸̗̬̲̯̣͙̱̬̝̿̈́̏̀̈́̍̍̾͂̒̏͆͗͘̕v̷̫̮̙͔̪͔͓̥̦͓͖͈̾̀̏͒̅̓́̎̆̒̉̎̚̕͝ͅį̴̛͖̣̥̫̯̪̻̪̳̖͋̈́͗̀̄͐͝n̷̞͓͈͓̈̂g̸̨̨̟̦̖̖̥̻̼̺̯̱̅͑̑̓̈͌͒̄ ̵̨̨̡͕̟̬̤̬̗̠̞̫̰̖̃̿̿̿̃̐͗̈̎̏̂͘͜͝I̸̛̦̽͊̃́̈́̀͌͑̇̈́r̷̨̢̯͙͉̻̖͕̥͇͖̕̕͝ḿ̸̲̘͕͖͌̄̽̌͛̒̐̋͊͝i̴̡̨̞͇̊͋̌̐̒n̸̨̛͖̱̦͔̜̳͍̝͚̅͑͑̎͗̉̓̎͜s̵̛͈̱̥̈́̇̏ṷ̴̢̨̲̥͓͚̜̱͎̫͛̍͆l̸̰͕͇̹̗͊,̸͖͚̰͓͙͍̳̙̼̼̖̗̲̤͊͐̃̓͑́̎́̈́͐̕̚̚ ̸͇̃̑̀̂̄̀͆͐w̸̭͈͖̻͎̩̮̮̹͇͐̊̏́͗h̶̺͕̫̬̥̮̠͕̮̙̯̺͓̉̄̽̇̒́̀̉͛̄̽̉̋̉̕ȋ̴̢̮̣͖̬̪̦̲̲͎̜̓̅̍͜c̶̨̭̮͍͈̱̭̦͙̻̼̣̝̍̈̋̇̓̊̽͜͜ĥ̴̡̨̟̖̦̪̜͎̘͍̺̙͕̗ ̶̛̗͉̥̙̘̹͙̜̦̠̟͒͆̄̃̊͊̀̓̂̿̒̑̚͝m̸͖̫͖̱̫͕̳̰̱̱͎̃̏͛̉̉̈́͋̀̚͝i̴̘͚̩̺̫̇͊̓̇̊̈͋̈́͋͆̆͋̕͝ͅr̴̗͈̼̜̱̺̙̣̺̘͖͇̓̓̐̓͌́̉̾̓́͛̾̓̐̓ͅͅä̷͈͚̳̩́̓͐̎͗͋̎͐̓͝c̸̳̥̖̞̗̲̝̠̠̠̭̅́̽̎̅̍́̀̽̅̕̚͜͜͝ù̸̡̧̥̪͙͙͇̜̤̠̰̿͛̉͜l̸͙̗͐̈́̾̾͂̽͊̈́̄́͐̿͌̕͠ǫ̵̰̺̺̩̗̦̞̜̑̔̍̚u̷̞͙͓͔̟̩̟̦̮͒̍̐̚͝s̸̡̨̱̹̥̗̯͉̹̘̭̱͊̔̔̔̍̀̈́͑͠͝l̶͍̜̻͆͆̈́́̿̊͗͝͠y̵̮̝̙̫͒ ̴̧̺̜̙̠̗̬͛ͅs̵̳̳͕̖͓͔̹̥͓̼̖̆̾̈́̏̈́̃̈̅̿̚͝͝ų̵̣̹͎͍̥̌͜ͅç̸̨̨̺͕̹͚̺̩̳̖͑̄̎̓̅c̸̡̬͍̮͈̝̟͚͉̼̆̏̈́͘ȩ̴̛̛̣̬̫͚̭̼̯̬̗͇͈̯͇̾̀͌̏͜e̴̙̳̓̀d̷͕̗̣͉͎̹̱̼͎͌̀̍͂̀̽̏̕̕̕͠ͅe̷̛̦̥̦̫͙̊̓̓̈́̍̈́͌́͛̂̇d̶̢̛̠̠͖̆̏̑̏͑́͝͝…̸̯̱̞͑͒͠ͅ"̷̡̭͕̦̱͎͇̅̃͗̉͛̕
...
...
It must have something to do with this, right...?
...
...
"̸̢̞̪̤̻̯̼̎P̸̲̦̠̱̔͒̅̀̏̈́͘͝l̶̥̰̈͊͛̀̇̊̄͒͜ę̵̥̺̦̲̺͍͗̋̊́͒̍̍͜͠ă̸̩̦̦̘̑̎̽̑͂̎̃͒̒s̶͙̊̇̈́͒̎̔̾͛̊̕e̵̛͚͕̹̳̜͖̓̏̿̀̓̀,̸̡̨͇̜͙̣͕̂̀ ̵̳̱̙͑̈́̏͠d̶̡̢̲͙̱̮̾̉͘o̴̡̮͇̭̣̭̒̈̄̚͝n̷̢̳̤͉̦̥̓̎̊̔͜'̵̛̞̳̲̗̣͚͊̽̈́̋́̄t̴̬͝ ̷̢̧̯̪͙̫́̌p̸̨̬͇̗͔͍̎̂͒́͆͜ų̸̛̥̖̱͈̩̜̂̉̃̍͛̈͝͝t̶̳̣͇̟̮͈͚̍ ̵̢̨̺̠͐͑̾̾͐̓̑͑͊͝ÿ̸̨̖̯̭̭́͒̍͒̍̈ŏ̴̪̈́û̸͚̹̤͙͎̕r̴̡̧͙̥̝̮̺͇̬̼̀͊̈́̊̎̑̇͘s̶̡̡̬̮͖̟̺̺̈́ë̴͉̬́̕l̷̨̮̫̖͇̱̪̋͌̏̋͐̊̂́͠͝ͅf̶̧̨͔̞̬͚̩̞̯̈́̔̓̀̓ ̵̪͚͓̆i̶̻̿̈n̵̩͖͇̖͔͙̅̆̿̀̕ ̷̭͔̲̳͔̪͈͖̔̔̀̾̏͗̄d̴͉̎̓̓̿a̸̲͎̮̦̘̠̗͓̼̐̃̌̎̐̕n̴̢̡͓̳̝̭̰̼̾͑͋̅́͋͐͂g̶̙͎͇͙̱̖̣̜̿͋͂͘͝͝è̶̛̯͇̞̤̠̎̀͒̌̽͋̎̚r̵̨̢̫͎͎̦̫͒̅͌̌̊͜ ̸̡̱̘̈́̊͋͑̎̆͐̔͝͝ͅa̴͚͕̖̫̙̍̽͒̂̂̏̈̉͊̚g̸̥̳̺̉͑̈́́͝͠a̴̢̲̙̘̔̋͐̌́̓̿̊͑̚i̶͈̐̅͗̿̈́̇̾̏͝ņ̴͍̝̜̱̭̜̜̆́͊,̴̯͚̮̻̜͎́ͅ ̴̢̧͖̼̻͈̦̲̌̎͜B̷̙͒a̸͖͓͈̜͕͇̹͌̇̐̂̓͛̑͠ͅr̶͍͎̎͒͆͝b̷̛͍̦̘̀̕a̸̡̢̯͔̭̦̺̫͓͙͌̾̉́̀t̸̢̧̢̨̥͍̖̟̝̄̍̾̄o̸̮̪̫̞̫̲̥̮̓̏̌̚͘͝ş̷̨̪̬̭̣͊̆͊͊̂̉͑.̵̹͇͓̗͊͆ͅ ̶̟̺̠̱̇͝
̵̢̝̣̯͚̠̩̖̜̿̿̅̿̏̆̀͌̍͠…̵̔̓̾̄̀͌̊̉͒̅͜É̶̮͒̔̊̄̏s̴̺̺͍̹̘̄̽̌̊͐̚̚ṕ̸͕͇̍͝ḝ̸̈́ç̵̢̨̛̛̙̘̗̭͈͎͐̏͛͛ī̵͙̉͗̽̓̈͆̈́͒̃à̸̪̝͕̦͇͐̎̋l̴̻̊̊̆̀̓̄̈́̆̀͠l̸͕͚͚̻̹͈̬̃̓̾̊̿̃̀̋͋̈ÿ̷̩́ ̵̥̳̹̥̼̟̥͉̺̉́̀̋ņ̸̭͇̹͈̰̱̜̪͊̈́̎́͊͘͘ͅo̶͚̫̝͍͇̣̗͇̰̿̿̅͝ͅẗ̴̥̲̺́̓̿̈́͒̒̀͘͜͝ ̶̢̟̺̭͈͎̅̽͒f̴̮̟̆̓͌͜o̴̥͚̾̆͒͜͝r̸̗̳̯̗̖͗̃͊ ̶̰̦̤̦̻̺̯͍͖̈́́̔͊̓̚ͅm̸͓͂̄̍̅̒͂́̈́e̶̹͍̖̯̫͔̖͚̬͒͑̓̕ͅ.̷̨͇͖̱͇̫̪̘̌̈́̋̒̉͘͝"̷̨̘̞̞̩̎̈́̿͐͘͠
But what did this have to do with anything...?
*Somehow, it felt like he better not know,
Or else, his life would be in great danger...
...
...
...
Huh...?
Why did he think that...?
*Why would his life, just from reme...?
"You don't need to worry about that, Barbatos!", familiar voices were suddenly heard, as moments later a bunch of Wind Spirits appeared and proceeded to tackle him from all sides, "We can finally hug our favorite Archon, soothing his worries~ Our dreams came true and we can't help but feel happy~ This is such a great time to be alive~"
They sing sang, upon practically sticking to him,
Which reminded him about a certain "situation" more than a week ago...
...
"If we had a solid form, we could have given you a hug, Barbatos!" , the Winds suddenly said, sounding quite determined, before there was a short pause, "...If we had a solid form, we could have even been able to cuddle with our favorite Archon...!"
They mumbled moments later, sounding very sad now,
And he wasn't sure what to tell them...
*It sounded like they wanted to comfort him,
And were also thinking about playing with him...
...
But unlike himself, they...
"̴͖̭͈̪͈͕̻̦̾̄̐͗͗̄̎̇͆̇̌̆͠.̸̢̛͓̲̝̪̳̘̙̟͓̂̀́͘̚.̵̧̨̯̼͎̟͎̠̖̅̈́̐̀̓̂͋̀̓̄̚̚.̷̛͊̓̄̇̌͛̾ͅS̴̠͚̻̠̹͑͋̊̄͐͝͝h̶̛͈̐̄̓́̚͝͠ö̵͉́̿̈́͒̆́̓̄̌́͛̕̕͝͝ư̸̡̧̳̖̻̰̯̤̟̭̳̤̼̔̆́̎̈̐͛͐́ͅl̸̡̨͎̞͍͚̼͚̝̜̗̂̆̊͆̽̕d̷̰͎̝̖͕͍͉͉̓̃̈̏̊ ̷̧̮̙̜͗̓͆͐͋͆̎̓̌͋͠͠b̷̡̰͔̜͇̙̞̭̟̂̽̈́͗̏̈́̏̈͝͠ȩ̵̧̨̛̦̺͖̺̲̺̣̩͍̌͑̅̈́͑̀́̒͘͝ͅ ̷̳̠̟̺̯̭̳͚̔̉a̵̧̡͇͇̬̭͍̪̰̠̬͎̾́́͊̀̓̿̐̒̿͑̂͠b̴̨̹̣̖̞̬̠͕̿̃l̴̤͉͙͌͛̔̈́͂̾͋͐͝e̸̛͓̟̦͕̦̩̦͍͔̥͙̤͈͐͜ ̵̖̰͛̌̒̎̑͂t̸̝̟̘͈̬͕̪̀̉́ỏ̴̧̡̡̼̗͉͚͓̳̫̰͉̂̀̀͂͂͛̆̌̾̕͜͠͠͝ ̵̧̩͙͍̥͔͍̘̜̘̪͓͍̎͆̃̈́́̋͆̓͑̀̈͜͝t̶̥̰͍̞̐̍͜ầ̶̢̠̼͓̪̟̱̥͙̲͔̟̭̖̋̓̂͐̔̀͛̇̓͑͠͠ķ̴̰͎̹̗̻͇͙̜̫͎̋̅̚ḝ̷̝̺̖͚̜̬̜̈́͒͌͜͝͝ ̸̡̬̗̲̥͎͚̯̹̊̉̃̆̍̑́̂̽̀̈́̀̍̍͜͝ȁ̷̧̦̫͚̯̬̺̹̮͍̼ͅ ̸̫͙͔͕̠̪͕͎͔͚̜̺̗͒͝ͅs̴̡̞̹̥̥̺̗̠̠̫̔̎̑̈́̐̊̊̀͂̀͆͠͝͠ö̴͚͖͙̜͉̬͖̤̭͚̘͕́̊́̉̆́͆̾͑͘l̴͎̤͇̘̬͎̘̮͓̝͑͂̃̃̄͆̉̈̈͌̀̕͜ì̴̫̜̣̲̀͐͛̃͋̓̋̏̈́͐̀̈͝ͅd̷̛̼̠̠̺̳̊̀̌̅̓̾͋̂̈̓̓͘̚͝ ̵̟̻̤̼̬͚̯̔͌̍̍́̈́̃̈͊͗̄̚͜f̴̙̳̠͙͉͚̥̻͉̭͈̪͇̘̮̈̆ǫ̶̛̲̠͉͖͙͎̣̰̺̩̀̽̂̊̈́͗̕͘ͅr̴̯̗̪̟̝͕͙̭͉̺̓̈́̈́̕͠m̴̢̨͕̟̬̖͚̅̍́̓̆̀͒͊ ̷̲͉̞̳̦̖͕̦̦̬̺̭̪̣͊̅̆͘ͅş̴̢̳̦͎̟̰̤͎̼͍̱͎̕̚͜͠ȍ̸̤͚̟̮͎͕̞͖͔̙͔̈́̓̿̾̀͐͘͝͠o̸͔̲͖͎̪͕͚͖͌͗͗̆̑̏́̒̆͒̚͝͝n̵͚̼̳͖̜̥͎͍̝͍͕̝̂̇͊͜͝ ̷̗̗̼̒͠͝ę̶̡̢̩̬̘̳̺̼͉̪͎̭͎͒̽̈́͜n̸̞̬̬̰͍͈͗ơ̸͓̳̬̘̗̼̱̰͖̘͙̞͚̏́̔͊̋ͅű̷̜̰̙͖̗̻̺͈̜̱̤͗̑̑̒͗̀͜͜͝͝ġ̵̡͇̮̲̻͇̻h̴͉̯͙̙͓̘̞̞͉̿̾͜.̴̦̀͠
̶̨̪̬̭͍̣̲̰̞̲̘̖̫̣͓̈́̀
̴̧̥͈̭̜̾̑̉̽̉̈́̈̈́̓͒͌͘̕͠͝.̸̡̧̛̤̮͔͓̆̓͑̉̑̂̄̽̇̆̌̿̇͜ͅ.̸̨̗̝͕̖̰̗̖͎͖̪̦͚̃̃̀̈́͛̊̀͋̏̑̌̋͘͠.̵͖͔̩̾͋̾͌̆̌̓Ý̷͓̤͇̎̐͗̔ͅö̴̯̟̣́̾̒͗̓̾̂̀͊͌͌̈͛̚̚ȕ̶̢͍̟̜̖̯̰̬̼̘̣̰̈́͒͒̊̌̐̽͜͠ͅͅ ̸̧̮̪̱̂͋̑̊̑͑͌͐͘͘͜͝h̴͙͍͕̰̗̯̻̥̖̓̀̎̄͋̔͒͗̀͋͜a̶̧͚͓͉̭̥͕̭͂̐͜v̴̛̗̙̇̇̾̔̅̓̏ě̷̛͔̄̂̈́͂̀̈́͗̂͘͘̕͝ ̷̮͊̎͊̿͂̎͐̏͘̕̚͝ͅb̸̛̗͗̈́̾̽́̍̕̚ȩ̵̖̼̥̯̹̦̠̠̭͒͌̊͆́̐͒̎́̅͘̕͠ͅĕ̴͇̲̹̮̠̮̰̹̺̲͍̾̌̉̓̋̓̚̕ͅņ̷̛͎̹̲̙̬̠͇͕͍̠̤̊̊́̐̂͐̄͗̊́̚͠ ̷̡̧̧̳̥͚̣̼͚̖̱̜͙͍̼͑̾̽̋̾f̵͙̫̳̼̦̯̲̼́̏̅̇̂̏́̈͊͘͜͝ę̴̭͓̳̱̹̜͛ȩ̴̛͓͉̮̻̩̝̫͌̓l̶̨̨̖͕̩̦͇̱̯̑i̶̜̔͒̽͠ņ̴̞̬̫̠͈̞̖͚͐͒̈́̔̀̀̾̈̈́͋͘͝g̶͈̯̏̔̒̋̎̓͊̎̒͒̽̈́̌͝ ̸̧̧̨̛͍̝͎̺̳͈̏̀͛͗͂̽̑͌s̶̤̥̞̝͓͗̇̎͊͝t̵̞̙̒̾̊̎͘͜͠͠ͅr̸̨̛͎̟̗͈̭̱͙̫̥̲̣͓̓̄̔̔̋̾͌̈͊͊̄͋̇ͅo̸̧̬̺̻͇̜͙̞̦̊̔́̊͝n̷͍͕͎̒̀́͌͋̓̔̿̕͜g̴̨̧̖̲̝̘̰̞͇̙͋̂͊͒̇̌̓̀͆̅̌́͘ȩ̷͓̺͎̦̘̘̪͇̪̹̘͇̒̐͛̊̆̅̓͛̕̚r̸̮͔̖̤̯͔͕̹̓̊̓̉́͋̔̍͘͝ ̴̛̲̍́́̌̋̾͂͠͠r̷̙͕͈̼̬̺̠̗͇͓͋̈̏̽̏̅̆͛̉͝ẹ̸̺̬̝̥̈́̉̈c̴̘̼̗͖̜͍̜̳̥͇̄͗̆͒̾̿̎͊͌̋̕͠ẻ̵̞̭̱̳̹͉̠̹̭̯̾̃n̶̡̺̦͎̻̩̠͎̘̬͕̖̲͓̼̄̓̾̉̐̓͗̇͘t̷̢̢̡̢̼͙̙̠̤̭̲̘͇̬̍l̷̩̻̪͈̺̙̖̗͍̘̙̬̐́̀͜͜ͅȳ̵̡̧̙̬̲̗̙̖͚̥͔͈͍̀͗̎̓̄͌́͜͜,̶̨̙̱͎̄ ̵͔̲͈̣̯̾̎̉̄͂͑̀̈́́̅͊̏ŗ̷̢̐̽͆͋̃̚į̶̛̛̭̱̦̪̝̪̺̣̙͍̓́̄g̶̛̭̗͕͍̬̤͖̒͂̅͆́̒̀̿́̄̍̾̚͜h̶͙͕̲͇̟̲̞̄̃͝ţ̶̖̼̿̊,̴͉̯̙̮̦̥͕͚̭̹̉̂͆̀͛͌͑́̈́͌̾͐̕͘͜ͅ ̴̨̝̜̭̝͉̳̮̗̰̝͙̀̍́͂̽͑̕ͅB̸̘͉̥̺͉̣͖͍̙̟̭͉̫͒͌̈́͆̐̒͜͠ả̷̢̡̞̥̻͇̞̭̀̎͗͒͐̚͝͝ŗ̴̢̧̢̢̬̙̩̦̮̤̰͓̐̋͐̄̍̍̍͊͗̚͠b̴̧͙̰̬̣̠̠͊̓̓͗̚̕͝a̵̖͍̓̈́̎̎͑͐̂t̷̼͇̬͕̂͆́͌ǫ̶͕̥̭̟͇̹̜̙̘̥̻̼̯̎͒͂̀̕͝͝s̶̛͉̥̙̞̲̭̦̲̲̬̜͊̓̇̇͊ͅ.̴̢̖̝̤̜̺̱̬̟͈͙̝̽̈́̏̈̑̓̾̇͘.̷̨̨̻̯̘̲̮̫͈̫̉̅̾͒́̿̈́͂.̴̱͎̹̥̥͎̦̱̹̰̪̟̩͆̈̃̾̀͆̆́̈̿͋̈́̕̚͝?̵̰̳̰͚̩͚̯̥̀͆͂̓͐̕͠ͅ"̸̨̢͎̲̘̻͉̦͉͎̺̯̤̞͊̓́͒ͅ
True to "Kairos" words, the Winds recently managed to take a solid form...
*But there was still something he was confused about...
...
...
Nevertheless, he should keep this fact secret...
*Even if his power grew, he was still not strong enough, right...?
But when the Winds begin taking solid forms due to their connection to him...
...
...
"̵͔̂́I̶͎̝͈̱͍͔̦̎͗͜ ̴̧̧̮̟͕̤̤̝͎̀̽́̈́͗́̎̃͂̿͜͝s̸̨̰̲̱͎̥̣͓̩̰̠̭̘̻̪̿h̴͈̬̣̞̻͈͉͇͍͖̯̱̭̿͐͂ǎ̵̱̹͔͓͎̗̐͋̀̏̎̍l̶̢̢̡̖͈̹̟͇̬̙̤̞̭̾ḽ̸̨͖͚̠͙̓̄͜ ̶̛̜̼̥̯͔̥͖̠̳͗̀͑ḋ̴̨̢̗̼̲̜͌̈̋͌̎̃̈́͝o̴̠͕̟͕̽̈́̆͛̈̌̅̀̅͗̓̂͂̌̌ͅͅ ̸̧͎̟̲̼͋̿̀͗̄̽͜͜s̷̬̹̍͐̊̋͛́̇̽͋̏̕͘͝ơ̵̧̼̱̹͖̞̜̎̄̀̈̈́͗͋͊͆̊̽̚͘m̷̬̜͓̤͉̹͖̰͌̐͑̏̇̔̐e̷̡̨͙̳͓̹̮͉̫̜͔̭̯̻̋͑͑͌̊̋̄̇͜ṫ̵̡̜͖͚̣̤̤͓͚̲̞́͌́͜ͅͅḧ̶̬͈̖̬͚̟̝̥̤̋̒͗ͅi̴̟͍̦̥͉̲͔̰͉̘̓̂̔̓̏̾̃̎̋ͅn̵̨̧͍̭͓̤̜̬̘̯̰̤̝͉͂ğ̶͍̭͚̞̖͈̬̹͉̦̞̞̆͌ͅ ̵̪̀̌̄́̈́̈́̉͌̇̽a̵̛̹͑̀͗́͆͠ḇ̴̝̲̠̼̼̈͛̊͑͌̽̓̾̅̿̆̐̋͝ò̴̺͓͒̎͛̒͛͂͛̎͑̅̐̊ų̶̨̤̜̻͚̺̫̳̠̹̺͛̽̽͋̉͗́͋̔͒͑͜͜͝t̷̛͖̗̯͉̪̞͐͛̽̎̓̓̀̊͒́̾̅͂̕ ̷̞̺̀̈́̀̽̊̕̚ţ̶͔̭̫̝̼͉͂̆̅̾͐̕̚̕͝h̴̨͇͍͙̰̯̠͑̅̒̓̅̽̕͝a̷͎̖͖̯̲̪͐̈́̀̚t̴̪̣́́́ͅ,̵͖̟̦̞͎̜͙̭͖͍̦̃̒̽͘ ̸̧̛̬̫̰͇͎͇̞͕̤̃̂s̸͔̦͖͔̙͖̜͙̐̌͜ó̷̧͖̝̥̻͖̣̹͉̈́͊͆̑͛̍͊̌̐͂̑̀̈́̕ ̷̡͈͎̘͙͙̓̏͠y̷̛̪̭͈̔̚͜o̷̢̻͔͕͛͊̃̃́͆͊͌̅u̴̻̤̘͚̺̯͍̭̹̻̘̹̽̄̓̚ͅ ̴̢̡̠̯͍̝̙̥̬͍̦̲̞̘̼̂̀́͒̀͂̍́́̏̚͘n̴̨̛̬̬͔̹̻͖͓̺̦͈̻̰̒͗̇ē̶͎͚̖͖̃͆̂ȩ̷̘̺͔͓̘͙͓̭̖̇̐̎͗̈́͜ḑ̴̜͖͔͓̗̖͓̗̗̖̮͕̙͎́̽͑̃̋͋͒̈̕͝ ̷̢̡̨̣͍̩͔̹̖̺͕͕̰̱̂̏̈́̓̽̄͐͋́͠͝n̷̞̩̻̰͓̯͐̈́o̶͇̠͇̗̝̅͑̃̄̂̿̅̌̈̓t̶̤̦̂̃̌̑ ̸̘̯̖̮̳͎̝̋̅̕͘ẃ̸̢̨̮̰̬͇͇̩̉̉̊̓o̸͈̟̥͊̌̇̋̊̋͑͠ȓ̷̢̨̩̪͙̣̭̘̫̬̱͂̔̿͑̄͜͝ͅṛ̷̨̧̡̛̣͚̜͍̲̣͈̦̦̉̎̾̚y̶̗͔̅̃̆͆͗̈̋͗̀̓͋͐̐̎̕.̶̢͇̳͕̗͙͙̟̝̰͐̿̂
̷̺̠̭̯̿
̶̺̔̎̇͗͗̈́̊̐̇͗̅.̶̛̟͔͈̲͕͕̥̗̱̗̐̏͆͑̂͐̎̕͝͝.̶̧̩͕̠̠̩̖͇̹̓.̸̠͕̼̘͎̺̭̯̳̜̑̍͆̄͐̂̂̈́̉̀̄͊̈́͝ͅÄ̶̰͖͖̞̥̦͉̮̭͍́s̵̡̪̝̳͚͎̟͔̤̭̋ͅ ̶̢̹̖̘͚̯̥̺̲̄̒͛͜͝l̸̖͓̜̗͈̦̣͓͔̞̖͕̉͊̅͊̐̆̎̇͆̉͐ơ̵̮̲̯͇̥̿̍̂̓̈́͊͂̈́͐̂̋͝͝n̵͇͎͙̝͔̹̥͚̳̙͉̩̰͉̭̈ģ̶͙̱̦̭͎̣͖͎̖̰͇̤̻̐̋̀̉̎͘͘̕̚͝ ̴̦̻̜͙͙̰͇̭͙͈̬͓͇̿̅͊̈́͠a̵̱̪̜̼̩̅ͅs̸̡̨̢̛̛̛̬͔̤̭̣̰̬͕̲̦͔̞͗̄͛͐͂̐͑̾ ̵̡̦̦͚͚͚̩̬͈͎̤̥͎̻̄͛͗͒ỹ̶͉̣͖̳͙̥͓͑͒͋ͅo̴̡̨̡̘̠̺͕̺̝̮͋̓ũ̶͚͕͚̦̲̐ ̵̥̰̻̣̠͓̭́̄͊̈́̅͑͆͛̚d̵̡̡̗̠͉̬̩̹͈͈͊͗̐̿̓͌̂̎̎̀̂ò̶͕̩̺͉̖͆͒̚͘͜ń̸̛̯̼͙̮̭͚̫̲̻͒͊́͛͐͆͝'̴̥̭̙̩̬͔̠̋̚͜t̴̢͙̩͙͈͍̲̻̰̳̙̎̈̾͐̈́̅͗̊̍̚͝ ̶̦̣̯̤̹͖̯̱̭͖̰̯͎̊̈́̾̒͜a̶̧͓̹̲͎͒ͅc̷̡̱͎̙̞̜̜̳̞̯̔̽̆̀̓̀͋͛͘͝ͅt̵̨͉̹͖͎̗͍̝͙̔͆̄́̈́̆͆͜ͅi̷͓̼͖͍̩̹̗̥͉͗̉̃͒̅͠͝v̴̧̛̮͙̘̬̥̣̪̥̌̍̆̐́̚͝͝͝ͅē̸̺͔̠͈͔̰̲͚̹̽͊̌̇͠ͅl̵͚͖̜͖̅͌͂̎̂̄͑͠y̸̫̜̭͎͇͇̤̫̅̾̄ ̴̨̡̫̬͚̱̒̒̐͗̾͑̑̈́͆̽̾͌̃͑u̴̢̮̖̤͈͈͐̅s̸̛̛̲̣̝̼̺͇̹̦͔̳̏̅̏̑̀̃͆̈̏̽͘͝e̷͍̮̬̪̯̗̥̘͗͜ͅͅ ̵̢̡̠̬̯̜̘̟̘̦̯͓̩͔̀͛́ͅa̴̛͇̺̬̻̦͌̆̃̉̇̏͌̕̕̚͠ ̶̣̬̥͂̍̀̋́̃́͆̔̕̕h̶̢̧͉͈̪̠̬̼͇̦̟̟̰͂͊̍͊̈̀̕͝ͅṳ̷̡̢͖͎̪̪̹͓͈̹̦̳͊̐͌̈́́̑̇̅͑̑̉͂g̷̢̺̲̪͉͛͊̌̄̏͊̄͌͗̃̓͘̕é̵̡̧̛͇͚̖̞͇̘͇̠͇̏͆̈́̄́̔͐́͘͝ ̷̥̙͎̱̹͈̔͗͋̉ḁ̴̧̧̳̲͙̯͔̞̟̭͎̩̣̑̀̌̈́̏ͅm̷̘̃͆̐͋̀͘͠͝o̵͉̞̼̙̩͓̼̐̈́͌̒̕͘͠u̷̡͕̯̖͚͚̙̖̻̾ņ̷̮̪̺̲̳̤͇̰̃͛̐͆̄́̈́͛́̀͐̔̈́̚͜ͅͅt̶̰̹̺͈̭̀̄̍̈͂̇ ̵̘̤̈́̒̈̎͑̕͜ǫ̷̼̝̳̝̯͇̳̗̝͎͖͕̻̟̐̉͂͊̄͌̕f̶̩̠̝̱̬͓͂̽̀̅͆̓̔͊́͌͌̒̂͑͜͝ ̸̹̬̪͙͔̀̈́̎̀̈́̾̉͠͝͝ÿ̵͖̼̞͌̍͐̌̊̍̌͐͊̈́̒͝ó̸̢͈̝̙͔͔̠̹̌̉͋̓̄̚͝ṳ̸̧̖̩̙̏́̃̐̓̎̾̕͝r̶̩̩̻͇͍̥͍̖̪̓͆͂̊̌̋̂ ̷̘̗͎̩̺̯͍̀̇͆͌̉̎͠Ţ̸͇̮̗͖̩̳̰͚̬͓̬̲͇̀͗̉̈́̅̚į̷̠̜̻̟̑͋̏̈́͠͝m̴͈̤͆̉̉̃̌e̷̦̠̣͉͔̣̮̞͋̔̿̓̾̀̇̇̈̚ ̴̧͚͙̥̏̽̔̋̌̔̿͊̍͐̉̔̚͘͠P̴̨̼̝̠̯͖̙͓͋͐ǫ̸̩͕̜̮̼̤̒̆̊̅͑̅͌͑͝ẃ̴͖̏̍͐͐̄͛̚͝e̴̢̤͔̼̻͙̻͇͈͎͈̣͑͑̉̀̇r̶͔̮̦͔͇̤͈̟̭̖̠͘.̸̨̩͙̭͈̣̜̞̠̣̔̂̑̍̊̔.̴̨̦̯̇͋.̸̧̨͎̞̝͍̘̝̮̐̊͒̏̿̑̇̈́̀̅͐̎̕"̶̡̢̨͕̙̪̲̗̻͈̄͐̽̃́̔̊̅̾̀͋͌͝
...
Then it should be alright, right...?
...
...
He had no idea what she did so that Celestia wouldn't notice...
*But even if he didn't know, he was still grateful to her.
...
...
They were all like Adorable Little Siblings and...~
"Thank you for the compliment, Barbatos, but you are the one who is adorable here!", the Winds...The Winds Spirits soon said, as they proceeded to move slightly and push him down towards the bed, "Do you know for how long we wanted to do this? Every time we saw you cuddle with Deaconess Barbara and the Cute children and Mischievous cats...We were really really envious, you know!", they added in slight annoyance, before there was a short pause, "Now we can finally do a "Cuddle Session" with out favorite Archon~ You are not going anywhere until we are done!"
They declared in what was supposed to be a very serious voice,
But considering their currently extremely Adorable forms...
...
...
Wait, did they just pout...?
*Were they really pouting now...?
Just because he called them Ado...?
...
...
...
Well, he didn't really mind being in a cuddle pile with them,
But he still had things to do today, so they shouldn't take too long...
*First there was his training with Mona...
...
"You are doing a lot better now, Lor...Venti. Thankfully.
...Turning into a baby back then...I-I still feel embarrassed even remembering...!
Ahem! As I was saying, your control became much better and as for the power output...It still needs some work, but I can see that you are giving it your all.
Now then, for our further training, I suggest we change locations. Somewhere with less or even none Elemental Power present. This "relocation" will..."
"Dodododododo~ You got a call! Dodododododo~ Pick up now! Dododododododododododo~"
...
Oh, the Traveler was calling him.
*He better answer them now.
"Good Morning, Venti. How are you...?", the Traveler's words suddenly trailed off, as they soon started to rapidly blink, before finally deeply sighing, "...Those Wind Spirits are really sticking to you...Which reminds me...", both their voice and expression soon turned serious, "...What is going on here, Venti...? Why is there not only a bunch of Wind Spirits suddenly appearing almost out of nowhere in every nation, but everyone I ask believes that they were always there and looks at me like I am crazy?!"
They soon yelled in slight annoyance, taking Venti off guard...
*The words that the Traveler just said...
...
That's when he realized...
...
...
"̵͔̂́I̶͎̝͈̱͍͔̦̎͗͜ ̴̧̧̮̟͕̤̤̝͎̀̽́̈́͗́̎̃͂̿͜͝s̸̨̰̲̱͎̥̣͓̩̰̠̭̘̻̪̿h̴͈̬̣̞̻͈͉͇͍͖̯̱̭̿͐͂ǎ̵̱̹͔͓͎̗̐͋̀̏̎̍l̶̢̢̡̖͈̹̟͇̬̙̤̞̭̾ḽ̸̨͖͚̠͙̓̄͜ ̶̛̜̼̥̯͔̥͖̠̳͗̀͑ḋ̴̨̢̗̼̲̜͌̈̋͌̎̃̈́͝o̴̠͕̟͕̽̈́̆͛̈̌̅̀̅͗̓̂͂̌̌ͅͅ ̸̧͎̟̲̼͋̿̀͗̄̽͜͜s̷̬̹̍͐̊̋͛́̇̽͋̏̕͘͝ơ̵̧̼̱̹͖̞̜̎̄̀̈̈́͗͋͊͆̊̽̚͘m̷̬̜͓̤͉̹͖̰͌̐͑̏̇̔̐e̷̡̨͙̳͓̹̮͉̫̜͔̭̯̻̋͑͑͌̊̋̄̇͜ṫ̵̡̜͖͚̣̤̤͓͚̲̞́͌́͜ͅͅḧ̶̬͈̖̬͚̟̝̥̤̋̒͗ͅi̴̟͍̦̥͉̲͔̰͉̘̓̂̔̓̏̾̃̎̋ͅn̵̨̧͍̭͓̤̜̬̘̯̰̤̝͉͂ğ̶͍̭͚̞̖͈̬̹͉̦̞̞̆͌ͅ ̵̪̀̌̄́̈́̈́̉͌̇̽a̵̛̹͑̀͗́͆͠ḇ̴̝̲̠̼̼̈͛̊͑͌̽̓̾̅̿̆̐̋͝ò̴̺͓͒̎͛̒͛͂͛̎͑̅̐̊ų̶̨̤̜̻͚̺̫̳̠̹̺͛̽̽͋̉͗́͋̔͒͑͜͜͝t̷̛͖̗̯͉̪̞͐͛̽̎̓̓̀̊͒́̾̅͂̕ ̷̞̺̀̈́̀̽̊̕̚ţ̶͔̭̫̝̼͉͂̆̅̾͐̕̚̕͝h̴̨͇͍͙̰̯̠͑̅̒̓̅̽̕͝a̷͎̖͖̯̲̪͐̈́̀̚t̴̪̣́́́ͅ,̵͖̟̦̞͎̜͙̭͖͍̦̃̒̽͘ ̸̧̛̬̫̰͇͎͇̞͕̤̃̂s̸͔̦͖͔̙͖̜͙̐̌͜ó̷̧͖̝̥̻͖̣̹͉̈́͊͆̑͛̍͊̌̐͂̑̀̈́̕ ̷̡͈͎̘͙͙̓̏͠y̷̛̪̭͈̔̚͜o̷̢̻͔͕͛͊̃̃́͆͊͌̅u̴̻̤̘͚̺̯͍̭̹̻̘̹̽̄̓̚ͅ ̴̢̡̠̯͍̝̙̥̬͍̦̲̞̘̼̂̀́͒̀͂̍́́̏̚͘n̴̨̛̬̬͔̹̻͖͓̺̦͈̻̰̒͗̇ē̶͎͚̖͖̃͆̂ȩ̷̘̺͔͓̘͙͓̭̖̇̐̎͗̈́͜ḑ̴̜͖͔͓̗̖͓̗̗̖̮͕̙͎́̽͑̃̋͋͒̈̕͝ ̷̢̡̨̣͍̩͔̹̖̺͕͕̰̱̂̏̈́̓̽̄͐͋́͠͝n̷̞̩̻̰͓̯͐̈́o̶͇̠͇̗̝̅͑̃̄̂̿̅̌̈̓t̶̤̦̂̃̌̑ ̸̘̯̖̮̳͎̝̋̅̕͘ẃ̸̢̨̮̰̬͇͇̩̉̉̊̓o̸͈̟̥͊̌̇̋̊̋͑͠ȓ̷̢̨̩̪͙̣̭̘̫̬̱͂̔̿͑̄͜͝ͅṛ̷̨̧̡̛̣͚̜͍̲̣͈̦̦̉̎̾̚y̶̗͔̅̃̆͆͗̈̋͗̀̓͋͐̐̎̕.̶̢͇̳͕̗͙͙̟̝̰͐̿̂"
...
This is how Kairos helped him keep this secret from Celestia...
*By making everyone believe that the Wind Spirits were always there...
...
"...The Loom of Fate is "originally" a project launched by the Abyss Order and my Twin, in the purpose of manipulating the Ley Lines using Abyss Energy. Currently, it is able to create and implant memories.
Ista…"Kairos" told me that she has "One of those, too": a much improved version that can run on Divine Energy. SHE wouldn't tell me how she acquired it, but considering all this information…I wouldn't be surprised if she used this "Improved Loom of Fate" many times before."
...
...
"̷̨̰̟̲͓͉̭̥̲̜͉̦̻͈̲̝̩̻̎̆̈̀͋̎̃̇̂̋̊̅͑͑̒̐̕͜͝.̷̨̨͚̓̒̓̉̅̾̀̌͂͐̈͒̊͠͝.̶̡̧̡̢̤̦̺̺̼̲̗̥̣̯͖͚̪̮̯͔͎̝̲͉̰̫̪̳̔̕͠.̸̨̨̛͓̲̻͓̩̺̹̳̗̰̇͂͑̓̂̅̇̀̌̽̆͌̊̽̇̈́̐͛͑͝͝ͅĀ̷̢̡̛̗̤̘͙̱̲̺̹̜̮͍̭̫͈̜̪̽̓͗́̓̌́̅͊̾͘͜͜͠ǹ̶̨̡͍͉̤͈͕̪̱͓̠̤̱̠̘͍͈̩̜̯̯͖̞͔͐͂̿͌̄̏̉͊͋̏̓̌̚͝d̷̛̫̗̰͔̪̭̹̪͖̟̮͆̈́̕ ̸̧̧̨̜͇̝̰̤͈̳̠̙̠̤̼̗̖̖̰̤̫͔͓͊͂̅ͅt̴̞̤̠̮͎͔̞́̔̈́̒̂̔͌̈́̋͊̆̍̀̇̆̿̑̓̎̔̅̒̚͘̕̕͜͠͠ơ̴̤̱̥̠͚̲̻̽͗̊̾̾́͘͝ͅͅ ̴̡̧̨̛̲̺͓̳̝̣̭͉͔̬̣̻̜̳̤̼̲̥͈̣̝̭̞͔͈̓̊̐͆̋͌̎̍̾͐̓͒͛̾̄̉͋͝͝ͅg̸̢̧̬͉̱̱͇̥̪̱̤̞̙̫̮͔̪̤͇̦̼͗̋̑́͐̃͋͌̈́́̿͛͒͂͑̏͐̚̚͜ȩ̸̡̨̢̬̪͙̭͈̖̟̺̖̤̣̹̱̻͖̤̞͚̤̞̭̝̠̊̂̇̂̊̏̈́̈͗̊͗̈́́ͅͅt̴̡̡̪̭̗̘̩̖̥̗̪͓̹͓͉̤͚̪͍̲̭͇̯͚̝̰̥̾̓̃̊͌̾͐̀͌́͗́̈̏̀̕̚͜͜͠͝ ̵̢̢̧͔͙̖̥͎̳̺̤̻̩̭͍̌̆͛̈́̍̃̒̂I̴̛̪͐̃̈́͂̋͋̔̎́͑͋͗͋͛́̌̉̂̑̄̋̄̈́͘͘͝ŗ̵̲̭͕̗͈͉͇̫̟̣̖͍͖̟̪͐͋̀́̆̂̐̈́͆̃͒̚̚͜ͅḿ̶̗̤̩̼͈͚̞͙̌̎̽͂̀͛́́͛̂̈́͒̕͠͝͠i̸̛̙̞̩͗̈́͐̒̈́́̆̐̏̏̀́͌̔̓͗̀͘͘͠n̵̡̛̝̼͓͙̤͙̙͓̦̳̩̲̯̻͈̲̣̤̙͉̯͇̻̈́̐͌͗̄̇͂̊̀̂̊̂̇̄̾̿̋̇͆͝š̶̡̧̨͚̯͍͇̯̝͎͕̞̰̖̘̘̼̻̼̩̻͂̎ų̵̢̲͍̠̬͕͎͓͈͕͈̙̘͈͍̲̮̂̓̏̈́̎̈́̈́́̈́̿̑̃̒̐̾̽̔͋̏̉̐̀̏̌͘̕͜͝͠ͅl̶̢̧̡̧̧̮͇̻̖̳̖̩͖̗͚͎̯̮̿̆͒͒́͜'̵̨̛̝̙̟̳̩̙̣̗̞̗̻̥̝̱̼̮͍̲̼͓̞͍̯͍͍̍͂̆̊̽̑͂͒̈́̇͑̐̋͑̋̑̀͂́̃͌̕͠͝͝͝͝ͅͅs̵̡͔̥̥̤̗̟̭̻̆̈́̓̾̓̎̿̀̇͛̒̈́͋͌̆̽̄̃̍͑̚͜͠ ̸̧̛̞͙̩̜̠͚̞̞̟̲̝͈͔̟͕̳͙̝̺͍̺̰̼̣̾̇͐̄̿́̈́̃͛̃̒̆͂͑̍́̂͘͘̚̚͝p̸̝̼̥̮͊͗̃̎̽̊̀́̿̇̂̑̈͛̔̑̊̏̈́̒̽̌̊̒͒͘͜͠o̶͍͈̳͖͈̅w̸̡̨̛̛̠͖͎̯̥͖̣̝̞̫͓̙̣͗͋͗̄͗̈́̾̔͊̇̃̅͗̽͗̃̎̽̽̕̚̕͜͝e̴̬͋̾̾̄̉͐̉͗̀̿͊̉̇͒̂̚̚ͅr̶̫̉ ̷̡̛̛̛͖̘̖̺̭͔͉̠̝͚͇̤̲̺̥̫̫̥̺͔̼̟͎͒̊͗͐̿͗̑͛̐͒͛͐̑͂͋̇̅̂̊̊̾̓̀̕̚͝u̸̬̝͓̣͉͙͎̖͓͍͈̦̥̫̭͎̯̠̻͖̯͂̈́̄́̉̅̑̏̿̈̔̕͜͠ͅn̸̨̛̟͌̓̈̐̀̾̒͌̀̍͂͗̔̀͛́͗̈́́̒̌̇͘̕̚͝͠d̴̨̡̡͈͍̹͓͚͉̤̩͇̬͉̘̳̻̩͖̱͎͓̜͍̪̼̭͕̥́́̀̉́̔͊̓̌́̊̀̀͝e̴̡̢̛̳͖͈̲̻̺̰͕͓̩̘̪̞̜̟̽̎̽́̓̓̓̀̒̍̕̚͜r̴͔̼̭͈̼͂̇̆̉̊́̂̄͐̑̿́͗̅͒͜ ̷̧̧̩̥͔̙̬͍̺͎̤̺͕̬̮́̔̓͐̎̀͘͝ḿ̴̢̡̧̧̛̛̖͍͚̲͍̭͍͈̺̼̾̈́̔̀̓́̇́̏̊͋͑̀̍͌̓̄̆̑̅̾̇͘͘̕͝͠ỵ̶̨̫̳̠͂̋̅͂̔̓̅̏̕̚ ̵̨̦͕̔́͒̿͛̈́̎̏̀͋̉̃͂̐̆̈́̇͆͑́͊̾͠͝͝c̷͉̟̯͖̤͕̲͙̯̣̼̼͔̺̯̦̮̫̭̆̓̒̐̈̈́̐̉́́̔̌̅̎͒̎ͅͅǫ̸̢͓͈̫̻̝̳͇͓̠̩̭͇͔̦̻̙̦͕̗̘͓̦̗͖̒̔̉͒̓́͜ͅͅͅņ̴̡̨̧̧̭͇̖̤̯͉̭̝͖͕͈̞̬̭͚̣͚͓͇̟͇̪̱̒̈̿̐̉̕̚͘t̸̡̧̛̩̮̙̥̮͖̥͎̥̗͉̮̮͔̖͓̤̫̾̔͛̉̿̃̓͑̀̐̇̿͑ȑ̶̨̨̖̗̻̯̰̩̙͙̼̮̣̺̯͇͇̟͙̱͚͈̔͂̄́̇̄̎̈́́̄̋̅͑̄̕ͅo̸̢̧̼͉̟̞̜̺̺̳̟̤̭̦̤͎͎͕͖̘̻̜͌̓̈́̏́̉̌̓͊̉̋̃͊́͗̎̕͜͜͝ļ̸̯͎̬̦͍̙̖̺͈͙͇̯̜͎̘̖̲̖̩͊̾͒̅̆̓̈́̋̄̑̏̌̅̾̕ͅ.̶̢͚̣̤̲͆̈́̏͝͝"̷̛̬͙͓̖̙͗͐͋̐̓̒̍͋͑̐̈́͆̆̚
Something which should be easy for her to do...
...
...
Oh, right, he shouldn't forget...
-Sorry about suddenly getting distracted, Traveler. Let me tell you what actually happened. -He soon apologized before starting the retelling, which took around a minute or two. -...Ever since then, they keep visiting me in their Wind Spirit forms. -He added by the end of the explanation, soon looking down on his body. -...And sure enough, they are still sticking to me like glue.
"...You say it like it's a bad thing, Barbatos.", the Wind Spirits said in some annoyance, as they started to pout once more, "...We waited more than two millennia for this! Do you know how hard it was?! It was almost unbearable!"
They almost cried, upon starting to rub onto him,
Which made the situation even more adorable...
*Really, between the children, the animals and the Winds...
...
They wouldn't wage a war for his attention, right...?
...
...
"Hey, why are you taking Venti away?"
"Father is spending time with us now!"
"That's right! Daddy promised to spend this time with Nora!"
"...Lily wants to play with Papa!"
"Wind God should play us music!"
"Yes, his music is good enough to...!"
"No! Belly rubs! Want belly rubs!"
"Pet me! Pet me!"
"No, we fly."
"Yes, he one of us."
"Barbatos should be spending time with us!"
"Belly rubs! Cuddles!"
"Venti's playing with us!"
"No, he fly!"
"Nice smelling friend play!"
"Barbatos is ours and ours only!"
"Hey, don't stick to Father, you...!"
...
...
Seriously, what kind of "Vision" was this...?!
*They really wouldn't suddenly start a war, right...?
...
...
-Sorry again, Traveler. -He soon apologized, deciding to ignore that other..."Matter" for now. -Do you want to start with the retelling or would you let me do the honors...?
"...You should start, Venti. I want to know if anything new happened in Mondstadt during this time.", the Traveler soon said, looking and sounding quite interested, before they sighed, "...Besides, I have so much to tell that I think I need some time to put all those memories in order..."
They added in a much quitter voice,
One which the Archon still heard clearly...
*Still, he decided to act as if he didn't hear...
...
-Alright then, Traveler. I will be starting then! -The Archon soon in reassurance, wondering what he should start with first. This time, it really wasn't all that much happening...-...Other than the Winds being able to take a solid form, my training with Mona has been progressing well. -...Thankfully. He didn't want to worry his people again or put them in danger. -...I had been checking on Frederica a lot more lately...-...He was actually a little worried about how her pregnancy progressed...But he was not going to admit that aloud. -...As you know, Collei and Amber went to Sumeru a few days ago and still didn't return…-...Apparently Collei was invited to some Sumerian celebration and asked Amber to come along. The Traveler will surely tell him more about this soon enough. -...And Finch's funeral happened a few days ago...
...
Right, Finch's funeral...
...
"Venti, please, help my friend. Her human form is almost...!
...She and Finch still need more time..."
That time Diona came to him, begging him to help Callirhoe...
*From how old Finch was, it was clear this was going to be his last Windblume...
...
...
And then, two days after the Traveler's last call,
Finch's Funeral was being held in Springvale...
*Sure, it was smaller than Lisa's Funeral and yet,
As this was another of his people who died...
...
...
Everyone from Springvale was already gathered around the coffin,
This included Diona with Draff and Callirhoe in her Oceanid form...
...
...
"Windblume, Mondstadt's Festival of Love,
And the Celebration of the Thousand Winds
An opportunity to Improve any and all Relationships that people have
Familial, Platonic and Romantic Love
A Chance to Spend more time with those you Love
Cherishing the Time that you have Together
So that no matter how Long or Short your Life is
You will have no Regrets by its Eventual end
"You never know what you have until you lose it"
Is how the Well-known quote goes
And as you continue Enjoying this year's Windblume
Here's my Message to all of you:
No matter what Unfolds, for Better or Worse
United may you stand Against all Odds
Just as Oceanids are able to Merge
Becoming a Single, yet more Powerful Form
United against the Troubles that Arise
Against the Test of Time
And perhaps
Even Fate itself."
...
Back then...Callirhoe message,
It was as much to them all, as it was to herself...
...
...
...
He should tell the Traveler what exactly happened,
Before he gets distracted, once more.