Date: Unspecified
Ti: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Central Region, Central Academic City, Morningstar University District, Morningstar University Campus, Garden of Beginning
I silently watched a slim, dark silhouette slowly revealing its figure from one of the lush green giant trees of the ’garden of beginning,’ wondering how my primordial soul pupils missed it.
I guessed it wasn’t hiding here to begin with; it only arrived after it sensed the stray temporal and spatial forces as I summoned the ti vestige and only dared to show itself knowing that I can’t stop the formation of the ti tunnel and the arrival of the ti vestige midway not wanting to risk losing the ti vestige between this past and our future.
The silhouette fully revealed itself to be an eight ft tall, pale pink skinned, female humanoid with a rounded head featuring a long, thick, dark pink, semi-rigid appendage that extends backward from the base of its skull reaching its knees, curling slightly at the tip, a white sleeveless toga its hairless body. Looking into its pair of beady, pitch back eyes, I couldn’t help but frown, trying to guess which race the devil belonged to.
It took a second, but with my primordial soul pupils and the Hive Spirit’s help, I recognized her race.
The Devil Slay was an Ovumite, an all female race born within the grim peaks of one of the thirteen deadliest places in the Dark Realm — Shrouded Hills. There were only 1141 Ovumite recorded throughout the history of the Dark Realm. Each one stronger than the other and believed to be alive to date, starting the rumor that they were unkillable.
Many believe Ovumites weren’t this strong when they ca down the Shrouded Hills. As they consu the essence of their most formidable enemies, using it to get pregnant in pursuit of conceiving a new body that blends the strengths of both bloodlines. As the new form develops, the old body serves as its womb—and its first al. When the rebirth is complete, the forr flesh collapses, hollow and spent, while the new form erges stronger than before.
In undergoing this rebirth, they remain forever young and vigorous, each transformation leaving them stronger in body and sharper in mind than they were previously. Yet this power cos at a terrible cost—they do not reproduce. Every potential offspring is consud in the act of renewal. ’To grow is to sacrifice the future for the perfection of the self.’
Begging the question: how were the known 1,141 Ovumites born in the first place? No one knows, because those who dared to travel up those slopes were never seen again. But the passing winds carry the wails of these lost souls down the hill. Serving as a stark reminder to the rest.
I didn’t know a lot about the ’Ten Commandnts’ faction, but from what I heard about them, I knew this faction was almost considered a semi-ruler class organization. Fortunately, the celestial world’s penalty applied to the Devil in this ti prison too. As a result, the Semi-ruler class Devil’s strength was reduced to the Semi-noble class. Still, it posed a challenge for the strongest of Card Demigods, whose strength peaked at the chivalry class. So, it was no surprise that Morningstar University’s founders trapped this one in the ti prison.
"How is this possible?" Lucine muttered to herself, realizing that even though the devil had beco aware of the ti prison, the tiline was not looping back to the mont of the devil’s original entrapnt. Normally, the ti prison would endlessly reset, erasing the devil’s mories and awareness each ti it regained them. That was how the prison subdued its captives—an infinite cycle of revelation and oblivion, giving no chance to act on the truth.
"Out of my way. I’d rather not kill you two and ruin my fun," Slay said, advancing slowly toward the lightning-struck stump.
She knew with centuries of suppressed rage and frustration churning within her, holding back would be a herculean task for her. She would likely end up killing the two instead of rely disabling and confining them. Contrary to her plans to trap them in this ti prison and give them a taste of their dicine. A terrifying yet satisfying release.
"What’s the point of trying to escape this ti prison?" Lucine countered. "You’ve been here so long, surviving on the soul energy of this past, that the mont you step into our present you’ll crumble to dust. Your body has already been tainted by this tiline. Returning to the original one will destroy you. So you might as well give up and make yourself comfortable here."
"So are you, puny demigod," Slay sneered. "Yet you still plan to return to the original tiline, because you know that if one has enough mastery over the ti rule, this level of tainting won’t matter." She scoffed at Lucine’s attempt to mislead her again.
Besides, it was only her body that had survived by feeding on the soul energy of this tiline. Her soul remained untainted. With her power, she didn’t even need a physical form to escape this backwater realm and take her revenge co ti.
Lucine knew she knew that. Yet she still tried to act clever. Did she take her for a fool? Slay had been willing to hold back, but this one was forcing her hand.
"Wait... I rember you," Slay suddenly exclaid, her tone shifting into sothing sharp and delighted. "You’re the one who used the Soul Sour Fruit in here to offset the toll of crossing the taboos of ti and weaken this ti prison. And now here you are again—helping . Is this fate? Anyway, you’re the one I should thank for my freedom. I owe it all to you. Hehehe!"
Slay laughed wildly, recalling every small event that had led her to slowly unravel the rules of the ti prison until this very mont. She reveled in the chance to throw it all back in Lucine’s face. "Change of plans. I will use you to create the Soul Sour potion—to make up for all the ti I lost trapped in here."
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