Deep blackness is present around .
It feels distinct to the tar of corruption, or the nothingness that allows the passage between worlds, because it’s not unsettling or eerie, giving the cozy tenderness of a loving hug from my mother.
{I must be asleep...}.
The realization hits promptly, not recalling the last ti i was this lucid in any of my dreams.
Behind , Vallicca is resting on the black latex floor, using Dollzerka’s thick thighs as a pillow.
{Perhaps this is the Dark Room Vallicca talk about}.
"Soon, Dollzerka". I say firmly, trying to convey my interest on having her by my side in Loutharn.
She nods once, the red spot on her black visor becoming more intense, flashing montarily.
The light hitting my eyes cos from the sun, not from my Embryon, waking up in the middle of the rooftop.
My head is resting on a plate, with food glued at my face, dozens of emptied bottles of liquors are scattered around.
Girlande and Natvoshka are still sleeping, while i am experiencing the first hangover of my life.
{What in Fettiyio, was in these drinks?!. Not like i hold back enjoying them. Fuck!. How many of this bottles i chunk in a row?}.
"Good morning, Sir". Galishia speaks softly, carrying a tray with cups, handing one, filled with fragrant tea.
"Good morning, Gaia".
Larissa cos behind , boldly embracing with a satisfied grin plastered across her mischievous face. "You are not immune to getting drunk".
"It seems so, Landlady. I don’t rember much from yesterday. Did i act improperly?".
"Not at all...".
{What a relief...}.
Galishia’s cheeks get crimson, while Larissa’s smile grows bigger. "...«Not So Little Volttair»". Her hands separate in front of to hint the size of my manhood, showing an extrely, accurate asurent in length, and girth
{Shit}.
"Whenever you want. Co and split in half, Handso". Larissa teases, nibbling my earlobe while slamming her right hand on the table, the sudden smack waking up Natvoshka and Girlande.
"Good morning, sleeping muscleheads, did you two rest well?".
"Argh!. Greased Grass!. The sun is rising!. Why didn’t you call us earlier!. Due to Reveroth City’s location, is already 12 in the Loutharn’s calendar!".
{So there are two Calendars in this world?}.
"Oops". The Landlady covers her mouth apologetically, waving her hand up, creating a massive square of orange Emts that cleans us all.
"Enroll and have fun in Takctoor, «Mighty Vurckair»". She giggles seductively. "Don’t forget to visit at least once every weekend. Like the Bleached Blonde, you also have to pay for bringing you here".
{Wasn’t it a favor?. Isn’t enough?, Or is she putting the bill on for the bottles i drank}.
I observe in detail the recipients.
{Damn, they look expensive, ancient, and contain engraved etheric glyphs. How did i not notice?. Is the Lube failing?. Or it was so much intoxication that not even the Lube could keep up?}.
Drinking the tea in one gulp. I kiss Galishia and Larissa before departing. Which is not of Girlande’s liking, as she doesn’t want to receive the sa treatnt, clearly angered at my inexistent relationship with Vosha.
With a short trip riding on the Majestic Gryphon, we hover Reveroth City, the horizon plagued with the gargantuan structure of Takctoor.
An edification of immaculated beauty despite its hostile design and vibe, showing vainglorious bearing with an edgy ferality.
This dissonance makes Takctoor even more attractive, and appealing to , perfectly blending the serious and robust layout of a Combat Bunker, with a Luxurious Castle, to create a Millenary Stronghold, though it’s an academy nowdays.
There is a multitude of queues at many entrances of the gigantic facility, with hundreds of thousands wanting, and waiting to join this institution, while i’m passing above them, presumably with preferential treatnt.
"I hope you don’t feel bad or think this is nepotism, Little Volttair...".
{How does Vosha knows?. Am i that easy to read. Or she has undergo this scenario with the reluctance shown by her others proteges?}.
"Don’t bother with mundane trivialities, and give yourself so credit for your rits, gaining two Embryons already is nothing to scoff at. Most people stop trying to obtain their first at 35 years, even if there is no age limit".
{I can comprehend why the Embryon is so relevant. Not only does it allow the usage of the Relativistic Portal, it grants entry to more Enclosed Amalgams, and prevents being possessed by a Braddier...}.
{No, that’s due to the Profession. Perhaps those who are unaware of their Professions cannot acquire Embryons. Or maybe should exist compatibility between the Person’s and Embryon’s Professions...}.
The Gryphon lands in what appears to be a large racetrack with stables, although the enormous size reveals the beasts resting inside.
ga Fauna, of which i’m captivated by a beautiful Quetzal with violet lavender feathers.
"First ti you’ve seen one, Little Volttair?".
"Sothing like that, Vosha. In my world they are small, and erald green. I saw them alive from the last ti in the aviary of a zoo i visited as a child with my mother. A few years later, they beca extinct. Their habitat was destroyed when terrorists shattered the moon".
Natvoshka raises an eyebrow, pointing at one of the two natural satellites in the sky. "This «Terrorists» destroyed «That»?!".
"It’s not accurate. They didn’t blow it up completely, just a part, and while the imdiate damage was severe, the repercussions are the worst. Not knowing when one of those pieces of debris will lose cohesion, fragnting and suddenly changing its predestined course, it’s kinda stressing, and overwhelming".
We continue towards Takctoor’s reception, while Vosha keeps glancing to the moons, the idea of destroying sothing so big is clearly foreign to her, even when everyone in Loutharn can potentially tap into magical arts that could be much more devastating.
{What limitations are there on the use of the Emts and the abilities?. I rember hearing about cooldown ti in Trok’Gayian. And the Cutlass ability employed by the Mirror had a constant deploynt of six seconds between every attack}.
{But what about the fuel used to power the magic?. When does the Stats run out?. How do i know how much i’ve left?...}.
"Co on!. It’s your turn, Little Volttair"...
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