{Hang on a minute,How is living normally going to change anything?}
"Didn’t I say it?"; Nonchalantly communicates the Continuum "You are not the only one entitled to correct the tiline, There will always be soone who retains a glimpse of what their life was like, and they decide whether or not to change it".
{Understandable...}
"But that is the least of your problems, Since this is a coordinating job without soone who can conduct the orchestra, so we have to wait and see if the symphony doesn’t suck, and repeat all over again"...
{That is not my style...}
"I know... , but this is going to happen, if you don’t like it, beco Level 125, Or reach Rank 25, Spoiler Alert, No one will do such a thing... , Hahaha"...
{So Naíndra won’t rember ?}
"I will be honest with you, I don’t understand how she knew so much about the previous tiline, but seeing as you are more capable than her, I guess it is related to you... , After all, I only know what it is and how it should be, Everything else, escape from , if you want answers, talk to a Perennence Trader, or an Imperishable Entity... , If you rember of course, Hahaha"...
Laughing placidly, the Continuum pierces the Hexagonal Prism Monolith, blinding Khallyon with a darkness that is overwhelming, which makes the Rogue Cadet get lost in his thoughts...
§ ∆ # Ω # ∆ # Ω # ∆ §
The concave semicircular wall begins to shine, the faint glow on the obsidian surface makes it seem like starry night sky.
Nothing could be further from the truth, as this infinite amount of spots are from different hues and colours of light.
The silence in the Initiation Room is interrupted by the stern, dry and sohow alluring womanly voice of the Instructor Londra Anss’Thallyz, a voluptuous and curvy Mature Female of tanned skin, with dark hair issued in a perfect bun denoting her diligent attitude.
"Cadet DICK-69, Proceed to the central area, pay your respects to The Imperishable, and receive your awaited Gifts".
Firm and heavy steady steps echos with the weigh of Khallyon, the confidence portrayed in the Young Man stance, clash with his indifferent expression, appalling those who are nearby, as the height of the Rogue Cadet is quite towering, reaching a staggering 3.25 ters, a rare oddity in Leathemnur, but not truly impressive for the standards of Eldyron City.
He possess an abnormally strong fra, showcasing his firm muscular arms due to the sleeveless shirt and the makeshift blue vest he is wearing.
Khallyon positions himself in front of the the starry obsidian wall, bowing with reverence as he is overwheld by a surge of gravity pressure.
Bending his knees slightly at the sudden "Joke" of The Imperishable Entities; The Rogue Cadet’s body attempts to counter the situation, glowing slightly with the ethereal coveting of the [Åyûrïc Field].
The pressure increases a whole new fold, destroying Khallyon’s [Åyûrïc Field], but the Young Man holds off for twelve entire seconds before he is almost knocked out by an invisible force over the obsidian floor.
* -600 Vitality *
A double crunch makes noise in the Initiation Room, followed by the androgynous and monotonous voice heard only by Khallyon.
The ground has cracked montarily with the impact, restoring itself to optimal state almost instantly, differently to the floor, the Young Man’s bones did not co out unscathed, though the damage to his body wasn’t as severe as it may look, the sa doesn’t apply to the "Vitality" he lost, as he needs to recover.
The increased gravity pressure disappears, allowing Khallyon to stand up to resu with the respectful bowing.
His hair, which was not very well kept before, now is a complete ss, showing the Marble, Graphite and Obsidian colours across his head.
The face or facade of the Young Man didn’t flinch or change after this Power Display of the Imperishable that didn’t Blessed him, almost as if he would expect this to occur.
The lights in the Obsidian Wall rapidly disappear, being in the end only 5 of them; Is in this mont that Khallyon attitude shifts, smiling mockingly for a mont as he bends over his left knee, putting his right palm in the obsidian floor as his left hand is lifted, just like a Knight would do before a Monarch.
Five immaterial rectangles of a litmus grey shade descent over Khallyon’s hand, lting into nothingness at the contact with his skin.
* Make Out = 1 Shard *
The seductive murmur inside of Khallyon’s brain flabbergasted him, as this is the first ti he receives an "Epheral Commission" of an Imperishable.
"You may step out of the central area Cadet DICK-69"; Informs Instructor Londra with her eyes locked on the muscular Young Man "This playful acts from the other Imperishables would not occur again now with your Work acquired; But be mindful and faithful to the Imperishable that Blessed you, fulfilling their request as soon as is achievable for you".
"I would do so"; Reply Khallyon, trapping with his big and strong hands the face of Instructor Londra, leaning forward with unnatural swiftness, and rging his mouth with the plumb sensual lips of the Mature Female clad in black leather tight clothes.
His inexperience is evident, but last only for a re instant, as several mories get engrained into Khallyon’s head, which is the sa case as the Woman in front of him.
Both have their eyes wide open for a brief mont, ignoring the fact they are in the middle of the Initiation Room and heating up their intimate interaction without being too much of a showoff.
Parting her lips, Instructor Londra allows Khallyon to use his really long tongue to infiltrate in the warm wet cavity.
Lorna has her brown eyes glowing with an intense shine of Åyûrïc Energy, actively responding to the bold disrespect of Khallyon, not wanting to put any kind of resistance to the unknown but simultaneously familiar sensation.
Loving every mont of having her mouth infiltrated by soone else, awakening completely her IGNUS, just as it happened in another life.
Moving her tongue to keep rembering a future that never occurred; Londra is not preoccupied or interested in repelling the ongoing assault, as she is fascinated with the pleasure provided by the Rogue Cadet.
This doesn’t go unnoticed by Khallyon, who becos more active with his tongue, swirling and constraining Lorna’s tongue as a boa trapping its prey.
* "First Kiss": 125 Proficiency *
* "First Kisser": 175 Proficiency *
Instructor Lorna goes out of her reverie, finishing the kissing session by tilting her head back slightly, having a dim hesitation while speaking "Cadet DICK-69, Your indecorous behavior is unacceptable".
The Rogue Cadet smirks but nonchalantly state with a debonair smirk "I did exactly as you suggested Instructor Londra, fulfilling the Epheral Commission issued by the Imperishable in the shortest span of ti possible, Didn’t you give your permission?".
Lorna forces herself to not smile, making her eyebrow to twitch at the comnt, all to fake her displeasure, as she is conscious of Khallyon’s tendencies...
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