Serafall cut through the sky at high speed, her body enveloped in a dense pressure that slightly distorted the surrounding air as she moved straight toward her destination. The movent wasn’t smooth, nor was it designed for comfort; it was direct, brutal, efficient. In her arms, Charlotte was carried without ceremony, pressed against her body as if she were exactly what she looked like: a sack of potatoes. The rigid briefcase was firmly in the doctor’s hands, pressed against her chest with absolute care, as if everything else could be ignored, except that.
The wind whipped against Charlotte’s face, completely disheveling her hair and making it difficult to even keep her eyes fully open for long periods. Still, she managed to speak, albeit with effort, maintaining focus on what truly mattered at that mont. "I still don’t understand," she said, raising her voice just enough to overco the sound of the air being torn around them. "How can soone with RH Null be... functional like this?"
Serafall didn’t slow down as she replied, keeping her gaze fixed ahead. "You’re thinking about the wrong patterns," she said without hesitation. "Pure RH Null is unstable. Weak at the beginning, it grows quickly... and usually collapses before stabilizing."
Charlotte frowned, adjusting the position of the briefcase against her body. "Exactly," she replied. "That’s what I’m saying. They don’t reach that level. Not even close. The body can’t handle it. The system fails before it can sustain itself."
Serafall tilted her body slightly in the air, dodging a denser current without slowing down. "I know," she said. "But it seems his bloodline corrected that."
Charlotte turned her face toward her, even with difficulty. "How so?"
Serafall kept her gaze ahead, but her expression shifted slightly, becoming more closed, more focused. "That bloodline, from that place," she replied directly.
Charlotte was silent for a second.
She didn’t ask which place.
Probably because she already knew she wouldn’t like the answer. "What forced to inseminate you?" she asked after a mont, more carefully now.
Serafall nodded slightly. "That," she explained. "It seems that genetic material was from sothing quite different than we thought."
Charlotte processed this quickly, her mind clearly trying to reorganize what she knew about the matter with this new variable. "That would explain the stability," she murmured. "But it doesn’t explain the rhythm."
Serafall made a small sound through her nose. "He only woke up a few months ago," she said. "Not even six yet."
Charlotte’s eyes widened, this ti unable to hide her reaction. "A few months?" she repeated, almost incredulous. "You’re telling that in less than half a year he reached this level?"
Serafall didn’t answer imdiately.
But she nodded.
Charlotte remained silent for a few seconds, looking ahead as the wind continued to cut around them. The information wasn’t just impressive. It was wrong. Not in the sense of lying, but in the sense of completely shattering any logical expectation she had.
"He already has the strength to match a five-hundred-year-old vampire," Charlotte said after a while, still processing. "And not just any vampire... soone who’s already gone through their first blood upgrade."
Serafall nodded again, this ti without any hesitation. "Yes."
Charlotte exhaled slowly. "This doesn’t make sense."
Serafall gave a slight, wry smile, but it wasn’t exactly humorous. "It does," she said. "It’s just not common."
She slightly adjusted her trajectory, increasing the speed even more, the surrounding sound becoming more aggressive with the increased pressure. Charlotte held on tighter, keeping the briefcase firmly against her body.
"I’m going back to that place," Serafall continued, now with more intention in her voice. "See if I can find any clues I missed."
Charlotte turned her face to her again. "Do you think there’s anything else there?"
Serafall didn’t answer imdiately.
"He has to," she said after a mont. "Because what he’s doing... it’s not just instinct."
Charlotte remained silent.
Waiting.
Serafall continued. "I’m a genius," she said, without false modesty. "I know that."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, but didn’t interrupt.
"But he..." Serafall paused briefly, as if choosing the right word. "...he’s sothing else."
Charlotte frowned slightly. "Sothing else how?"
Serafall let out a small sigh. "He learned sothing I taught him in a few hours," she said.
Charlotte blinked.
"Did he learn sothing you taught him?" she repeated, her tone a mixture of surprise and disbelief.
Serafall nodded.
Charlotte was silent for a second.
Then she blurted out, "You don’t know how to teach."
Serafall wasn’t offended.
"I do," she replied imdiately. "I never did."
Charlotte turned her face completely toward her now, ignoring the discomfort of the wind. "Then how did he learn?"
Serafall shrugged, a small movent because of the speed. "I have no idea," she said. "I explained it my way. ssy, unstructured... and he just got it."
Charlotte narrowed her eyes. "Perfectly?"
"Perfectly," Serafall confird.
Silence returned for a few seconds, but this ti heavy with analysis.
"That’s strange," Charlotte said.
"I know," Serafall replied. "That’s why I’m worried."
Charlotte rested her chin more firmly on the side of her briefcase, thoughtfully. "It’s not just talent," she murmured. "This is absurd processing."
Serafall nodded. "He understands too quickly," she said. "And not only understands. He adapts."
Charlotte let out a small sigh. "That’s not common even among elites," she comnted.
Serafall let out a short, small laugh. "I know," she said. "And I’ve seen so absurd things."
Charlotte remained silent for a few more seconds, until sothing seed to remind her.
She let out a small laugh.
"I rember when you tried to train the mbers of the Valentine Army," she said, with a slight hint of irony.
Serafall made a slight grimace.
"Don’t remind of that," she replied.
Charlotte continued. "You almost killed half of them just by explaining," she said. "Nobody understood anything. It was chaos."
Serafall snorted. "It wasn’t that bad."
Charlotte stared at her with a dead look. "You told one of them to ’just feel the right flow and let the body respond naturally.’"
Serafall was silent for a second.
"...So what?" she replied.
Charlotte closed her eyes for a mont, clearly trying not to laugh. "They didn’t even know what flow was yet," she said.
Serafall shrugged. "Their problem."
Charlotte let out a small laugh through her nose. "They spent three days trying to ’feel’ sothing that didn’t exist."
Serafall didn’t respond.
But she didn’t deny it either.
The silence returned, but this ti lighter.
It didn’t last long.
Serafall slowed abruptly, the air around them stabilizing almost instantly as they approached their destination. Her body decelerated precisely, without unnecessary impact, until it stopped completely in mid-air for a second before descending.
Her feet touched the ground lightly.
Charlotte was set down imdiately, finally free from the uncomfortable position, but still holding the briefcase firmly. She quickly adjusted her posture, taking a more controlled breath now that she was no longer being dragged through the air.
Serafall glanced around quickly, assessing the surroundings.
"We’re here," she said.
Her tone changed.
More serious.
More direct.
Charlotte nodded, already focused. "Let’s go," she replied.
Serafall wasted no ti. "There’s no point in talking," she said, already starting to walk. "We need to save Natasha."
Charlotte followed imdiately, opening the briefcase as she walked, already preparing whatever was needed.
The conversation ended there.
Because now—
It wasn’t about understanding anymore.
It was about acting.
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