"We are returning to the Floating Frost Valley," Orion said.
The spectacle they had caused was too massive to ignore. Spirit Beasts, perhaps even those at the King or Queen level, might be drawn here out of curiosity.
And while many might not be hostile, the chances that even the weaker ones could overwhelm them in their current state were far too high. They couldn't afford to attract that kind of attention now.
The best course of action… was to relocate.
The group nodded, arriving at the sa conclusion.
With the help of the pixies and Greta's clones, they swiftly gathered everyone and departed from the floating island.
...
Veyrahl halted mid-flight, her gaze shifting toward the direction of the 1112th Division Base of the Celestial Spirit Court. She was startled by the sudden surge of spiritual energy erupting in that area.
What was happening now?
She could hardly believe that sothing of such magnitude was unfolding so soon after their departure.
Unfortunately, she had no way of finding out.
Suddenly, a stern voice sounded beside her.
"Why did you stop?"
"Nothing. Forgive for acting recklessly," Veyrahl replied quickly, bowing her head.
No matter how curious she was, she couldn't risk her life by questioning the unfathomable being beside her.
It was better not to know because, deep down, she feared the truth might be more than she could bear.
She refocused and soared forward once again.
...
"An anomaly possessed the capability to impregnate a Spirit Beast."
"A Spirit Beast broke through her natural limit with an enigma in her womb."
"A phenonon erged. Kings and Queens awoke from their slumber. A stir spread across the middle layer."
"The Spirit Realm bore witness to this abnormal event."
A voice spoke in the darkness.
...
Sowhere within the Middle Layer of the Spirit Realm
An 80-ter-tall equine sea horse, with a flowing mane on its tail and a body encased in tallic plating, raced into a colossal tower. It ca to a halt before a door that was at least two hundred tis its height.
Flanking the door stood two even larger sea horses, each over 100 ters tall. The pressure they exuded pressed heavily on its shoulders.
The smaller sea horse bowed in a rehearsed, formal manner toward the colossal door.
After several tense minutes, a deep voice echoed from within.
"Enter."
The massive door creaked open.
Without hesitation, the sea horse charged inside.
The interior of the room was vast—far larger than the tower's exterior suggested. The ceiling was lost in the shadows above, illuminated by hundreds of glowing crystal stones embedded in the walls.
Broken columns stood scattered across the space, many holding mysterious items atop them.
So of these items were war spoils: Spirit Treasures, ancient relics, and even large cages containing barely conscious Spirit Beasts imprisoned within.
At the centre of the hall, a massive white curtain divided the room in half.
"Speak," ca a sharp, commanding voice from beyond the curtain.
"I bring word from the Seventh Watcher. The 1112th Division Base has been compromised," the sea horse reported.
Then, hesitating, it added, "The perpetrators issued a threat; they will attack other nearby bases unless we send forces to retake the base. The Seventh Watcher attempted to observe them from afar, sensing a trap... but he sustained a ntal backlash in the process."
"This suggests that the perpetrators are stronger than he is or have soone who is. Therefore, this matter has been brought before you for judgnt."
"Is that all?" the voice asked.
"Yes," the sea horse replied swiftly.
"Inform the Grand Commander to handle this matter as he sees fit," the voice commanded. "However, he must act quickly. We are currently at a critical stage in the war. We cannot afford distractions."
The sea horse nodded.
"Anything else?"
"No."
"Leave."
The sea horse bowed respectfully before turning and swiftly exiting the hall.
As the door closed behind him, the voice from behind the curtain echoed across the chamber.
"You seem interested in this matter. Perhaps you'd like to take a look at who these perpetrators are?"
A figure materialized out of thin air.
He stood three ters (10ft) tall, his skin a light crimson hue. With each movent, an ever-burning fla flickered atop his head. He wore full crimson tal armour adorned with intricate runic engravings. Wisps of fire erged intermittently from the armour, dissipating into the air.
"It's been a while since I last took part in battle. I can't act on the war front anymore, or I risk drawing the Divine Corps' attention. But if these perpetrators were strong enough to capture a base and issue such a threat, then they may have a few interesting tricks I'd like to see," he said nonchalantly, gazing at the curtain.
The voice behind the curtain was silent for a mont.
Then it spoke.
"Very well. You may accompany whoever is assigned to deal with the issue. Don't linger. Return the mont your task is complete."
The man smiled lightly. "I will."
He vanished like a flicker of fla.
"Vylkr entities. Divine Corps. What cris have we committed to witness the ergence of such aberrations?" the voice whispered.
Once again, the hall fell silent.
.....
Four days later,
White-Winged Gryphon Territorial Ho
Two days earlier, Orion received a ssage from Greta informing him that she and Veyrahl had arrived at the 1113th Division Base of the Celestial Spirit Court and were awaiting the Court's response.
He doubted they would ignore such a serious threat.
However, as if to confirm their worst fears, nurous terrifying Spirit Beasts descended upon the 1112th Division Base, investigating the strange event that had occurred there.
Though they failed to find another King-ranked Spirit Beast, they did witness several formidable entities, such as the Royal Princes and Princesses ranked Spirit Beasts aged between 250,000 and 499,999 years.
Like the King-ranked Spirit Beasts, they had sensed Greta's clones and slaughtered hundreds of them with terrifying accuracy, no matter where those clones tried to hide.
They also spotted multiple Duke—and Marquis-ranked Spirit Beasts. So of them seed to sense the presence of the clones, but none took action. They were most likely cautious because they could not discern the exact truth of what had occurred.
This confusion was primarily caused by the creation of several Spirit Wells in the area, masking the events in a haze of spiritual interference.
The various mysterious Spirit Beasts attracted by the strange phenonon began investigating the incident.
No one knew the truth except those who had been on the island, and those who did were still under surveillance until the matter was entirely resolved.
Greta, however, didn't stop creating more clones, as it cost her very little.
Currently, Orion sat cross-legged on a cushion in ditation. Beside him, Zyra lay curled up, fast asleep. They were bare, without a shred of clothing upon their skin.
Orion focused inward, sensing the spiritual energy he had obtained from Zyra. After several rounds of experintation, he realized he couldn't utilize it.
Still, he wasn't disappointed; the outco aligned with what Ilse had already told him.
Spiritual energy could only be utilized by Spirit Beasts, and any attempt by others to harness it was futile.
Even true gods were incapable of accomplishing such a feat. His attempts were only to confirm whether this iron-clad rule also applied to him.
However, there was sothing else he had gained, sothing far more valuable.
White lightning crackled around his body.
It was one of Zyra's abilities. Due to his unique nature, Orion could manifest other, more destructive forms of lightning beyond his own. He had already witnessed this when casting the Divine Thunder Moon Tyrant Symbols.
Still, he never expected to gain a new form after an intimate session with Zyra.
He had assud it would be harder to comprehend, especially since it was a law-adjacent ability, but he was proven wrong. He had been able to peer into the technique's fundantal structure and replicate it within himself.
For a mont, he felt like Derry—able to assimilate and instinctively replicate a technique.
This White Lightning didn't target the physical body; it assaulted the mind. Though the body would remain unscathed, the victim would suffer excruciating ntal pain until they collapsed from exhaustion or had their consciousness torn apart.
However, it had a weakness: it was ineffective against clones.
Considering that divine beings often employed clones to avoid risking their true bodies, this was a trump card that couldn't be used lightly.
After receiving such an extraordinary betrothal gift, Orion embraced Zyra and brought her to climax several more tis.
Suddenly, Orion received a ssage from Greta.
He gave Zyra a soft peck and then vanished from his position.
Zyra opened her weary eyes, smiled softly, and drifted back to sleep.
Orion reappeared above the island, where he encountered Greta and Ilse, both awaiting his arrival.
"How many are there?" Orion asked.
"Just two. They are currently roaming the region, threatening nearby Spirit Beasts to find out what happened," Greta replied.
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