Two days had passed since Azure set off toward the Ebonveil system.
And at that very mont, sothing unidentified was observing the planet’s movent.
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Two days had passed since Azure set off toward the Ebonveil system.
And at that very mont, sothing unidentified was observing the planet’s movent.
In the silent darkness of deep space, an imnse, irregularly shaped spaceship, almost alive as if it had grown rather than been built, hovered at a distance.
Inside, the command bridge resembled an alien temple: crystal columns pulsed, and floating spheres projected astral visions.
A hooded figure, cloaked in shimring robes of liquid shadow, studied the holographic image of the planet Azure, moving slowly but decisively.
"Commander, sothing’s strange..."
The voice ca from a translucent being with prismatic eyes and a tone layered with overlapping echoes. It spoke without moving its mouth, communicating directly into the commander’s mind.
"How is it possible for that planet to move like that?"
"Hm..." The commander’s voice was more a whisper than an actual response. "Worlds don’t move on their own. Not without sothing—or soone—pushing them."
"But we detect no propulsion. No known technology. Just... pure movent, as if it’s obeying a command." The hooded figure replied.
A silence fell over the room. The crystals illuminating the ship’s interior dimd, lowering the chamber’s brightness.
They seed to respond to the commander’s emotions.
"A command... or a will."
"Are you saying the planet is alive?"
"No. It could be sothing even worse."
The commander approached one of the crystal columns, placing a hand on it. The surface ca alive with unknown symbols. It seed to be searching for sothing.
"I see. Soone is using the planet as a weapon. I wonder if they’re aware of it or not..."
Another creature in the room spoke abruptly, interrupting the commander’s actions.
"Commander, its trajectory is headed toward the outskirts of the Ebonveil system. This will ruin our plans. Should we perhaps..."
"...stop them?"
The hooded figure took a step back.
"That would draw too much attention. Even from beings we shouldn’t trifle with."
A mont of hesitation.
"What should we do, Commander?" asked the hooded figure.
The commander tilted their head, as if deep in thought. Then they smiled. A smile devoid of warmth.
"Follow it. But from a distance. We need to understand if they’re enemies... or potential allies."
"After all, it was the devils who wanted this galactic war, not us," they added with a resolute tone, moving their hands to activate nurous symbols on the glowing crystal’s surface.
Monts later, the spaceship—if it could even be called that—turned invisible as it sped at a moderate pace to pursue the moving planet.
anwhile, on the planet Azure, no one noticed a thing.
Just outside Jeremy’s newly built ho, Cambela arrived.
After exchanging greetings and a few lighthearted remarks, the woman spoke.
"You know, I was thinking... shouldn’t we have kept so of the devils alive? They could’ve given us valuable information."
Jeremy didn’t respond. He simply stared at Cambela.
Then, with a forced sigh, he said,
"Well, you’re quite wise. But shouldn’t you have told that earlier?"
"I wanted to, it’s just... you know, your murderous instincts turn you into a different person. Cold, ruthless, heartless. You’re scary."
Jeremy glanced to the side, almost embarrassed.
"Well, you’re not entirely wrong. But what’s done is done..."
"...by the way, aren’t you a devil yourself? Shouldn’t you know sothing useful about your kind’s general situation?"
"Hm, sure, but the information I have might be a bit outdated. After all, I’ve been on the run for years, but I can tell you about the general dynamics and, most importantly, the ongoing war."
"Well, that’s better than nothing. Let’s talk inside."
Jeremy nodded, inviting Cambela to follow him as they headed toward his ho. The interior wasn’t luxurious, but it had everything.
A couch, so chairs, a table... in short, all the essentials.
The two sat on the couch, side by side.
Jeremy crossed his arms, settling in comfortably.
"So?"
Cambela closed her eyes, taking a mont to gather all the information.
"As you know, the devils are the dominant race in this galaxy. And, of course, they’re not the only galactic race in the universe with power."
"Moreover," she added in a grim tone, "even within the sa race, there are power struggles. That’s why there are many clans. Each one wants the right to rule the galaxy."
"Hm, I see... but from what you told before, the Ebonveil are one of the weaker clans, right?"
"Well, that’s not wrong. However—" Cambela clarified, "they’re one of the weaker clans among the ten strongest clans."
"But despite that, they managed to destroy my clan, the Hexforge. I was nothing but a fugitive before I t you. Now I’m a Veydras!"
Cambela’s voice was excited as she referred to herself as a Veydras. It was her Master’s surna, after all.
"But they’re the weakest for a reason. They’re located in a fairly peripheral area. So they don’t participate in the galactic war very intensely or actively.
And, as you know, it’s wars that accelerate a race’s developnt. Everything else is secondary. Only kills, experience, and knowledge of one’s own power matter, naturally."
"Oh? So the devils are at war with another race?" Jeremy was growing more curious. He couldn’t wait to discover new creatures to add to his army of Aberrations.
Speaking of the Osseoth Legion and its generals... well, a lot had happened in recent days... but now wasn’t the ti to discuss it.
"Yes, it’s an intelligent race. They’re called ’Diaphanes.’ Prismatic creatures from another galaxy. They’re not a very sociable race, but I wouldn’t call them savage. They seem to do things for a higher purpose, or sothing like that."
"What do you an? They destroy for so specific purpose?" Jeremy asked, intrigued.
"Hm, I couldn’t say. I don’t know much about them."
Jeremy continued asking questions about the Diaphanes, but Cambela seed quite ignorant on the subject.
"And if these beings aren’t savage and don’t seek destruction, why are the devils at war with them?" This question had been buzzing in Jeremy’s mind for a while.
"Well, it’s quite simple. The devils are the chaotic, destructive ones who love to fight. They call themselves cunning and intriguing, but the truth is quite different. They’re a race of idiots, only capable of waging wars."
Sensing Jeremy’s gaze on her devil-like appearance, practically identical to theirs, Cambela defended herself.
"Don’t compare to them. I’m different. I’m special," she said with an air of superiority and arrogance.
"Oh, don’t worry, I know. So, being such chaotic and warlike creatures, when the devils discovered this galaxy, they decided to conquer it."
"Exactly, but theirs is more a war of attrition. There’s no clear winning side."
The two continued discussing for quite so ti.
And just when it seed there was nothing more to add, soone materialized in front of them.
It was Azure.
"Master, it seems soone is following us," he said without wasting ti on pleasantries.
"What do you an? Have the devils found us?" Jeremy’s voice was calm. He wasn’t worried. Why should he be? Azure could crush them all.
"No, they don’t seem to be devils. Their technology is different from the spaceship the other devils arrived in. And no, I’m not talking about more advanced technology, but sothing entirely different."
"In what way?" Cambela spoke up, standing from the couch.
"Here, let show you—"
With a gesture of his hands, a holographic screen appeared before them.
What was displayed on the screen was none other than Azure’s own vision. Even Jeremy, with his shared power, couldn’t perceive what the planet itself sensed.
"Right there," the blue-haired Aberration continued after a mont, "I sense a strange disturbance, as if sothing’s there. It’s also like they’re spying on us, sohow. But don’t worry, I’ve managed to conceal anything related to us. However, I can’t see it clearly. It’s just a feeling... I could be wrong."
Jeremy narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he could discern sothing in the darkness through sheer willpower.
"A perceptual... distortion?" Cambela wondered aloud, as if reflecting to herself. "It’s not sothing invisible, it’s more like sothing is distorting reality."
Azure nodded. "Exactly. They’re not hiding from sight. They’re hiding from existence."
A heavy silence followed. The situation didn’t seem ideal. After all, facing known, visible enemies was one thing. Facing unknown threats was another.
"So they’re watching us," Jeremy said, eyes narrowed. "But they’re not devils. They don’t use known magic. Nor technology. That narrows the options... or opens them too wide."
He then turned his head toward Azure.
"How far are they?"
"They’re not actually too far. They must be very confident in their distortion system."
Jeremy stood. His black eyes seed brighter, more dangerous.
"Well, whoever they are, they’re ssing with the wrong people."
"Master, it could be anyone. We shouldn’t make more enemies. The universe is vast, and the hidden powers within it are even vaster. We should proceed with... caution."
Jeremy turned to look at Azure.
"Caution? If they were stronger than us, they would’ve already contacted us—or worse, attacked. The fact that they’re following us from a distance implies only one thing—"
Jeremy’s expression twisted into a wicked grin.
"They’re not too confident in themselves. And in cases like these, the only thing to do is test them."
Jeremy stepped out of his ho.
Cambela and Azure followed.
Cambela wasn’t sure what Jeremy was about to do. Well, she had an idea—perhaps using the SuperCannon to bombard the area where they were hiding—but she wasn’t certain.
After all, even if Azure said the distance wasn’t great, that was relative to the vastness of space and the planet’s speed.
If asured in kiloters, it would be an outrageous number.
Surely the SuperCannon couldn’t help them.
Azure, on the other hand, knew who Jeremy would call. He knew everything the boy had done in recent days.
Not because he was a snoop, but simply because everything Jeremy had done had taken place on the planet—on him.
"It’s your turn, Gustav!"
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