Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?) Convergence: The Awakening of Ky’lar

At the exact center of existence in the world of Ky'lar, where natural energy converged, flowing through the dragon veins...

(RUUUUUUUUMBLE!)

A dull, constant hum vibrated in the air, produced by the billions of liters of Vital Sap flowing through the veins of the Mother Tree, whose roots—thick as mountains—converged in a natural amphitheater of fossilized wood and glowing amber.

(SWIIIIISH! CRACKLE!)

There, the cave's sky, if it could even be called that, was a canopy of erald leaves emitting a pulsing light, responding to the mood of the earth.

"The call has been sent."

But on that day, the light was not warm; instead, it was an electric and nervous green.

(FWOOOOSH!)

From the northern tunnel, a whirlwind of black petals and gelid wind announced the arrival of the first.

"The balance has been broken... and the stench of the 'alien' infects the air..."

The Great Spirit of Winter—a figure made of dense frost and dry branches that creaked with every movent—materialized upon a crystal platform, proclaiming his arrival.

(SPLASH! GLUB-GLUB!)

But at the sa ti, from a channel of luminescent water sprouting from a master root, the Matriarch of the Deep Currents erged.

"It is not rely an infection."

Her body, an amalgam of crystalline water and mother-of-pearl scales, undulated with a lethal elegance as she took her place.

"It is a mutation. Our Queen's core has been claid by the 'Error' and transford into a mockery of life."

Her voice sounded like the roar of a distant waterfall.

(ZAP! ZZZZZT!)

And, in response to the arrival of both, lesser spirits ca: light elentals and sparks of thunder fluttering frantically among the roots, acting as nervous ssengers.

"Where is she?"

Observing the scene, the Great Spirit of Winter asked, alert before an event never seen before—where so many spirits were summoned for a single cause.

(SHHHHHHHHH!! CRACK-ZAP!!)

At the sa ti, from the eastern sector, a storm of silver leaves announced another arrival.

"The world is poisoning itself... This cannot go on!"

The Spirit of the Spring Storms, whose presence caused the air to charge with ozone until it burned the lungs, materialized in a discharge of static.

"That is why the Queen has summoned us... Balance does not ask... it demands that we act..."

In response to those words, the Spirit of the Deep Currents replied calmly.

(KRA-SHHHH-BOOM!!)

At the sa ti, from a crack that split open in the solid rock of the amphitheater, the Great Spirit of the Tyr Mountain Ranges erged—an entity of living granite and pulsing lava that exhaled clouds of sulfur with every snort.

"If a mutation must be purged, then my fire shall consu the very root of the problem!"

His voice was the sound of a landslide, heavy and brutal.

(WHIRRRRRRR-WHISH!!)

But, after those words, descending in a spiral of ionized air, the Sovereign of the Eternal Gales manifested.

"The sky no longer recognizes the cycle of the seasons. The 'Error' has distorted even the course of the winds."

Towering above everyone, her form was a humanoid torso made of storm clouds, whose eyes were constant lightning bolts trapped within a whirlwind.

"And even more concerning is that she has gone unnoticed for months since we lost her trail upon her adopting that new form."

For her, who could perceive everything that existed within the atmosphere of the planet Ky'lar, that "error" generated a genuine terror, as she was conscious of what it could cause if left unchecked.

(CLANG-CLANG-TALLIC!!)

However, before she could continue, alongside her arrival, the mineral veins running through the Mother Tree's roots began to sprout thorns of steel and rcury.

"... It cannot be... Am I late...?"

The Spirit of the Primordial tals condensed into a perfect geotric figure, reflecting the erald light from the ceiling in a thousand sharp facets.

"Do not forget that for now! Is the very structure of the world weakening further!?"

The Great Spirit of the Primordial tals—an entity of chro reflections and a voice that sounded like the clashing of a thousand swords—took his position.

(FWOOOOSH-CRACKLE!!)

To his right, an intense blue flare erupted from a volcanic fissure in the amphitheater floor.

"You are right, brother!!"

Arriving with initiative, the Spirit of the Ancestral Fire—a mass of semi-solid magma with eyes burning like supernovas—let out a laugh that sent sparks flying across the entire crystal platform.

"Listen to ! Stop analyzing and let reduce that 'aberration' to pure ash!"

(RUUUUUUMBLE!!)

But silence flooded his voice; the ground shook with a deep vibration from which the Great Spirit of the Earth erged like a mountain of granite and ancient moss.

"Your impatience has always been your greatest flaw, Keahi, for even Mother was not capable of victory."

His voice was firm and full of authority, bringing order to the place.

"The Queen has not yet recovered all her strength after fighting that thing. But it is she who most feels the fracture that this anomaly is causing."

When he uttered those words, silence fell.

""""............""""

An absolute silence—a void of sound that pained the ears of everyone present—settled in as the dragon veins flickered intermittently.

"I am glad soone has finally understood my point! So, if we are to proceed, it cannot be a disorganized charge."

And following the silence, the great spirits, far from dissolving, regrouped at the center of the amphitheater, forming a circle of elental authority.

"The anomaly moves according to patterns that defy all prediction, so we need to seal the space of the three higher dinsions before any contact, while simultaneously limiting its options."

Analyzing strategically based on what was shown in the fight against the Queen, the Spirit of tals suggested, projecting maps of ley lines onto the amber floor.

(CRACKLE-SNAP!!)

However, his proposal was intercepted by the Spirit of Fire, who, driven by emotion, erupted in flas.

"Seal? Bah! What we need is to saturate the area. My proposal is simple: an overload purge!"

Burning with determination, he was willing to extinguish himself if it ant ending the threat...

(WHISH-SHHH!!)

But at that mont, his flas were snuffed out by the Sovereign of the Eternal Gales, floating elegantly above them.

"That is a plan that, in the process, would burn half of the world's ecosystem, you idiot."

She, like the other spirits, prioritized the planet's well-being; however, unlike most spirits, she—having seen the full picture—had grown to appreciate the life that inhabited the planet.

(GLUB-GLUB... SPLASH!!)

On the other hand, the Matriarch of the Deep Currents stirred her liquid body, pensive.

"Perhaps the most prudent course would be to seal the anomaly and attempt to recover the stolen part afterward."

She was the most cautious among those gathered there, and true to her personality, she opted for a stable way to end the conflict with the fewest consequences.

"Sealing that thing is not an option; seeing the rate of its growth, who knows what kind of monster it would beco if we chose that path? Furthermore, it is highly probable that the collateral damage of attempting to seal it would be even worse, all things considered."

However, the Spirit of the Earth denied that option, recognizing the threat and the long-term risk of such an idea.

"Only those of us who witnessed that battle firsthand can understand... Right?"

Among the spirits in that place, those who had seen the combat between the knight and the Queen of the Spirits that day understood the horror of what that existence represented...

"... That thing... it is a true abomination... But..."

Despite having been at a disadvantage, weakened, and lacking experience, sothing from that battle was conveyed very clearly to all present.

"It is still in its infancy."

... The anomaly they so feared had to disappear...

"The preparations must be divided."

Because even now...

"Wait, but what about the Queen!?"

... it was still growing.

And at that precise instant, the air in the place froze.

(¡¡¡................!!!)

The voice of the Queen of the Spirits detonated from every milliter of the Mother Tree's roots like a war cry distorted by pure panic.

"What...? My Lady?"

At such a sudden event, all the spirits, including the ancient Spirit of the Earth, were unable to escape the shock.

And it was precisely for that reason...

(CRACK-ZAP!)

...that they didn't even have ti to process the warning.

"IS THIS...?!!"

Until, finally, it was too late.

(GRRRRUUUUUUMBLE!!! THU-DOOOOM!!!)

The roots of the Mother Tree did not just manage the world's natural energy; they were filants of a planetary neural network, so ancient and dense that the rock itself had fused with them in a perfect symbiosis.

(KRA-KA-DOOM-SHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!)

These circulated energy through what humanity called dragon veins, nourishing the growth and balance of every ecosystem.

(CRACKLE-SCREECH-BOOM!!!)

But that balance, which had lasted so long, was broken that day.

(SHAAAAAA!!! ZAP-ZAP!!!)

The petrified amber floor did not crack; it was pierced from the depths by an imaginary energy that should have been non-existent.

The explosion did not disperse downward, but instead erged upward like a column of conceptual pressure seeking the sky as it rose from the depths of the ground.

The gigantic master roots, which had resisted eons of cataclysms, splintered with a sound that mimicked the cry of an agonizing animal.

In the midst of that hellish destruction, everyone present focused on trying to mitigate the massive devastation of the attack while a voice resonated in their minds.

Slowly, the shockwave expanded sideways, catching the lesser spirits in a choreography of silent and terrible destruction.

Their elental bodies distorted, stretching and coming apart into stardust particles as the pressure of the attack tore through them before they could even scream.

The entire amphitheater turned into a geyser of debris, black smoke, and pale light.

The crystal platforms shattered into a thousand pieces that flew upward, joining the column of destruction devouring the sanctuary and contaminating the planet's essence.

On that day, the Mother Tree let out a silent wail of agony that shook the very foundations of the world.

On that day, as a result of the attack, thousands of kiloters from the epicenter, in remote valleys and deep oceans, the effect was imdiate.

(SHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!)

The network of dragon veins, having lost its central node, experienced a phenonon of violent feedback.

(¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Billions of low-ranking spirits vanished at the sa ti following the explosion, causing forests to begin withering, rivers to stagnate, and the weather to lose its logic, unleashing crystal hailstorms in scorching deserts.

"Hey... Queen of the Spirits... Right...?"

The ecosystem of Ky'lar, a perfect machine of eons, had just lost its fundantal gears.

"... As a mother... let ask you... how does it feel...?"

But the most terrifying thing was not the loss, but the reaction.

"... Ah, it seems I didn't need to ask~"

What sprouted from the depths that day was a collective and instinctive fury.

(¡¡¡¡¡¡¡SCREE-EEEE-EEEEEEEE!!!!!!!)

A unison shriek, emitted by every elental, resonated at the sa ti, sensing the overwhelming imbalance of the sin committed.

"Co on, let’s dance~!!"

The world itself had awakened, and its only command for every fiber of life that remained standing was a single one.

"UNTIL I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!"

Annihilate the Error.