A few Intents were able to beco a newborn child.
He let them live naturally inside the simulated Cosmos, giving them a chance to grow, and live normally.
And, he continued to create more Intent and corrupt them while they were being nurtured by the [Fla].
Not a single child had been a Heavenbreaker yet, alone one that could pass his bloodline of Heavenbreaker to his children.
But that was fine.
"I just need to succeed one," he whispered.
One Intent with the right balance. One spell-birth child capable of breaking past the threshold. One spark that could give birth to an entire lineage.
He pushed his limits further.
He created quadrillions of Intents per second while using nine-fold Resonance Ti dilation on himself to increase his speed.
This was never the question of ’if.’
It was only a matter of ’when.’
He would succeed. Just like had with Darkness.
...
Vivi Hargraves POV
The first thing she felt was cold.
Vivi blinked, though her eyes were heavy and unfocused.
Light swam above her like ripples in water. It was too bright, and everything felt unfamiliar.
Voices ca next. They were faint, and muffled at first. Slowly they beca sharper, and clearer.
"...her potential is already stabilizing."
"The bloodline markers confird it. A Realm Divinity-class potential. We need to report this—"
"Dear, what are you talking about. She was just born yet!"
Vivi didn’t understand what they ant.
The words passed over her like wind. Her mind was still trying to piece together what was happening.
Where was she?
She shifted slightly, trying to move her fingers, her legs.
Her body felt smaller, slower, a weak.
The blanket wrapped around her was warm, but it wasn’t familiar. And neither were the arms that held her.
She opened her eyes again.
A woman’s face hovered above, smiling gently.
Her features were soft, her eyes were kind, but Vivi didn’t recognize her.
Sothing was wrong.
Where was her father?
Where was her mother?
Panic slipped into her chest before she could stop it.
Her lips quivered.
She turned her head, looking past the strange woman, toward the source of the voices.
Two people were talking near a crystal window.
A man and a woman. The man had silver-lined robes and a crest she didn’t know.
The woman wore sothing simpler.
They were speaking quietly, exchanging terms she didn’t recognize—"spiritual resonance," "god-tier manifestation," "innate core bloom," "divine talent."
All sounded like aningless noise to her.
She didn’t care.
None of it mattered.
Not when her parents weren’t here.
Then, she realized.
She had been reincarnated.
The realization hit her harder than she expected.
Unknowingly, she recalled her father’s words from last night.
"You can go outside tomorrow."
Was this what he ant?
This planet, these people, this new life... was this what he called outside?
Outside his protection. Outside her ho.
Without him.
Without her mother.
Tears started to fall from her newborn body’s eyes.
She didn’t want this.
She had only wanted to visit the society. To see what the world was like beyond their ho.
She wanted to see new things with ’them’.
Another tear rolled down her face. This ti, more followed. Her small hands curled into fists.
Her chest trembled with quiet sobs.
She didn’t want to cry.
But she couldn’t stop it.
She regretted asking to go outside.
She would’ve been happy staying at ho forever.
"I want to go back..." The words didn’t leave her lips. Her body couldn’t speak. But the thought echoed loudly inside her.
She rembered her father’s hand ruffling her hair, the warmth of his arm as he carried her.
The way her mother sang softly while brushing her hair. The joyful dinners. The soft jokes. The feeling of absolute safety.
Gone.
She buried her face into the woman’s shoulder. It didn’t help. Nothing felt right. It all felt like a mistake.
And then, just as her sobs threatened to spill out completely, she felt sothing.
A small warmth in her chest.
She froze, confused. The warmth spread through her body.
It felt... familiar.
She knew this feeling.
It was her father’s power.
Her body didn’t understand it, but her soul did. Even newborn instincts recognized the signature. The way it held her. Wrapped around her like a mory that couldn’t be erased.
The sobs slowed.
The tears stopped.
She opened her eyes again, blinking slowly. The ceiling above her didn’t seem so unfamiliar anymore. The light wasn’t as sharp.
The warmth pulsed once more, as if to tell her sothing.
She wasn’t completely alone.
This wasn’t abandonnt.
Her father had left sothing inside her. It would support her, now and in the future.
It was Hope.
A silent promise.
That one day, she could find him again.
That this wasn’t goodbye.
Just a temporary separation.
The hope brought relief to her. The tears stopped falling.
’I’ll et you again.’
And this ti, she wouldn’t let go of them even if they wanted to send her away.
...
Barbatos POV
The red mist slithered across the Voraka Site’s surface like slow-moving blood, gliding in uneven tendrils before disappearing into invisible cracks in space.
Barbatos stood atop a jagged rock outcropping.
His bony hands were held the scythe, and his blue fla-like eyes narrowed at the unnatural flow.
The mist was being pulled toward Space-Ti Prisons, and absorbed by Berserker.
Following them would lead to Berserker’s location.
However, the Berserker wasn’t stupid.
He was circling the mist through thousands of Space-Ti Prisons before brining him back to himself, which made tracking his location ti consuming. Incredibly Ti Consuming.
Nonetheless, thanks to the mist, Barbatos could now pinpoint the exact locations of all the Prisons.
That made the job easier.
Even if it took ti, now they were guaranteed to find the Berserker.
The only problem was...
"If he is okay with his location being revealed, he must’ve made a plan to deal with us."
Barbatos had dismantled a few Space-Ti Prisons already to search for Berserker.
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