My Fiancée’s eyes widen, as her mature womanly face becos too excited. Like a schoolgirl who has won a date with the most famous idol of the mont.
"Hurry up Vurckair!. We can’t make «Verulkya Vecturion» wait for us!".
Her cute dreamy admonishnt, is hilarious, jumping off the bed, with her dark brown bodysuit embracing her silhouette, but her whole fra almost collapses due to her wobbling legs and buckling knees.
"Careful". I warn Seinnissia, reaching for her arm, pulling her to the bed, making her sit on the edge.
She is not very happy about it, annoyed and impatient for eting with the Aunt of the Mirror .
"Help to stand up!". She complains, her bossy arrogance coming back.
"Shouldn’t we, clean ourselves first?".
Seinnissia blushes, abruptly hugging while waving her hand upwards. An ethereal square of peach energy erges from the floor, ascending to the ceiling, like a sort of scanner.
"Happy?. We are clean now".
"Don’t you use water here?". I inquire with puzzlent, but My Fiancée just rolls her eyes as if i were stupid.
"If you an taking a shower, or a bath. We obviously use scented water and other essences to treat ourselves. But there is no ti for such care. Now stop stalling, and help already!".
I comply, amused with the shifting attitude and composure Seinnissia is showing to .
Outside in the corridor, Vestaria is waiting for us.
Her attitude is concerning, less lively and imposing, even worried.
"Sothing is wrong Vessa?".
She nods, the preoccupation is so palpable, that a blind person could see it, and a deaf person hear it. "Our Venerable Aunt has never invited us to have a breakfast with her. I think she knows...". Vestaria’s sight hints my chest, evidencing her stress and distress is due to the well-being of the «Mirror ».
{The warning Vessa gave in the Blue adows, wasn’t for , if not inspired by her fear to lose «Him»}.
Our trip takes us from the Dormitories, to a private wing of the Faculty of Professors.
Ahead, a terrace of light grey marble has beautiful lazulite gems equidistantly embedded, emitting indigo ethereal lines, forming hexagonal patterns within the smooth surface.
Verulkya is already waiting for. The spite image of a mature and more gorgeous Vestaria, sitting in a luxurious throne under a fancy umbrella, with crossed legs as if she were an all mighty Empress
Her dismissive gaze directly avoids Vessa, nodding half impressed at sighting Seinnissia, then focusing her glare on , rising an eyebrow.
The three of us are not inside the terrace, waiting on the landing of the staircase.
With a casual gesture, Verulkya gives us the go-ahead to enter in her domain.
However, after the first step, it is clear that it will not be an easy task. The pressure i feel on my foot after crossing to the hexagonal tile, is similar to the gravity-enhanced training i undergo in the Army.
The closer we are to the terrace’s table, the greater and intense the pressure is, turning suffocating and constraining.
{The limit of augnted gravity tolerated by a person before organ failure, is about 2.5 tis the Normal Gravity. Of course, without accounting the increased atmospheric pressure too}.
After four steps, Vestaria falls to the ground, like a marionette without a puppeteer.
With the fifth step Seinnissia stops, hesitant to take the next one, daring to do it, though is clear her physical effort, struggling to remain standing straight, sweating as she clenches her teeth and closes her fists.
Although my gait is slower. I stop at the eleventh tile, hardly passing the twelfth, but reaching the thirteenth.
"Isn’t your performance a bit short to have stolen the Stats of my useless nephew?".
The contemptuous stare, along the bored, unimpressed voice of Verulkya, causes anger, spitefully answering at her mocking question.
"«He» hijacked from my world, and i didn’t get his Stats".
She chuckles and scoffs. "That remains to be seen".
I hear the hurried sprint of soone behind , the pressure suppressing my body making impossible for to react.
Receiving a palm impact on my back, etheric waves send a rippling sensation within my body, gathering the internal turmoil in my chest, expelling a blue sphere from the rhombus of my burgundy scaled bodysuit.
The energetic wisp is transmuted into the silhouette of the Mirror . Although he is different to before, slightly more robust, but much taller, being 8 or 9 inches above my own height.
The clearer and more realistic the immaterial shape becos, it presents an aberrant pain stabbing my mind, drilling my brain, stripping from the mories that, to begin with, never belonged to .
However. I also recover other aspects, or this is the impression i get from my agonizing overwheld perception.
Shaking my head to regain so semblance of control, i sense the adrenaline rushing through my veins, fastly spinning around, glimpsing the towering, brown-haired muscular woman who hit .
Doubtless. I throw a punch with my left hand, she wants to block it with her palm, underestimating , because is a bluffing motion.
Suddenly dropping my posture lower, i twist in the opposite direction, avoiding the blocking grasp she tried on . Passing under her arm, striking her diaphragm with my right elbow, the green layer of her Bodsh bending inwards as she does a step back.
"Cutlass".
The well-known but hated voice of the Mirror , infuriates my already hostile state.
Jumping back diagonally to my right, the blue energy curve passes by my side, hitting the giant woman, though her Bodsh protects her from being hurt, assimilating the energetic slash.
anwhile. I savagely lunge towards the Mirror , landing an ascendant roundhouse kick that shatters his jaw, literally ripping his skin, peeling off the right side of his face.
Continuing my offensive with a descending hamr punch. But my hand is dimly pushed by nothingness, deflecting the aggression, making fail to connect the hit, saving the life of the Mirror .
Instinctively searching for the responsible, my senses and instincts hint it was Verulkya the one who did the intervention.
{True Telekinetic Powers, Not Emts... , Wait, how co i am all the way here?!. It’s sixteen tiles from the stairs. I couldn’t move at thirteen!}...
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