"What in the Almighty is happening!?"
The earth rumbled, even to the fortified land of Domeniul Ceresc.
Asir rushed towards the skirt of the Domeniul Ceresc in his thunderous form. A supersonic traveling method in the form of an extremely hot ball that traced the sky with a long strain of electricity. He rarely used this way of traveling as he preferred to be calm and steady.
It might be a thunderous form, but it was still not as fast as a real lightning would.
Leaving the concealment wall, his perception was greeted with a gnarly smell and view. Rotten meats were twisted about. The remains of small dragon-like Calamities were dissected and decorated with the weird organs of unknown living beings, rendering their original form crypted.
Surprisingly, there were no signs or any existence of blood.
"Ain, didn't know that you're already here."
Another great wisp came to this site, unveiling his concealment. "My eyes are everywhere. Gratefully, I didn't witness this catastrophe. Thanks to the warning given to me back in Domeniul Ceresc, I decided to cut off my perception in this area."
"Is it the Wise One?"
"It could be, yet why do I feel something more sinister than the Supreme One herself?"
"Should we tell this to the Elders?"
"It's better if we didn't meddle with Madam Foel as of now. Currently, Lady Damascus is taking charge of the 'Apollo Project' on the Ouranos Citadel. The Ki of Tribunal Blight is continuing her investigation, and Lady Tuli is a plant."
"Lady Tuli is a plant?"
"Lady Tuli is a plant."
"... What made you think Lady Tuli is a plant?"
"... Seeing is believing, it can be done later but it seems like Lady Tuli still wants to be a plant."
"I see, so Lady Tuli is a plant."
"Yes, Lady Tuli is a plant."
Cyanotype left the scene, leaving some rather questionable artwork for the beholder to uncover 'what in the hell is happening'. With her mark connected to the vile behemoth that was probably massacred by her master, she teleported just at the right time where her master was pushing the gigantic monster with a huge amount of force.
They were in for a destructive ride.
"Meshia, need some help? I see that you're struggling to keep the monster away before the bomb detonates."
The angelic voice echoed. Rather surprised it seemed. "Estimatedly, I can at least get this thing out of Domeniul Ceresc for hundreds of kilometers, the nuke I yanked is ten times weaker than the one I made before, don't be afraid, probably."
"There were still some of those ugly humanoids in the place where they spawned, but I've already taken care of it. Tarara~"
There was a fraction of time where Cyanotype opened her left eye, revealing Tiamat's Roots to the world. Back on that battlefield, she had sprawled numerous fragments of her own to every crevice of shadow that were breathing.
The ugly creatures still spawned at a faster rate as they began to construct more giant formations to possibly summon another behemoth to this world. Unknown to them, ther progress was kept stale by something.
Something atrocious.
Cladded in a dark red and gradient blue glow, forming a tall feminine humanoid with numerous tentacles from their back. In a total of 30 of them, they continuously assassinated their enemies as they still closed their eyes.
Only when they opened their eyes, their existence could be perceived. By then, they would emit and corrupt the same psyche poison that their creator constantly spreaded upon.
"Those things that you created, are hideous. As expected of you, Cyanotype."
"Tarara~ I also had already named them. From the melody of expurgation, the one that will unthaw the string of the damned, they are the 'Boogey', my beautiful dancer of the dark." Cyanotype shrugged. "Just experimenting with my own power. Otherwise, It would be more fun if I handled them directly~"
The Ouroboros and her Occult Beast was chit-chatting rather nonchalantly, in an extreme focus and unfriendly activity of wasteland scooping, that comes with an extra deforestation to the unprecedented surrounding nature due to the amount of shockwave and destruction resulted from brutally pushing the behemoth away from Domeniul Ceresc.
At the same time, they had traveled for more than fifty kilometers to the west, toward the Ancient Battlefield. Although they were still nowhere near it, it was assumed to be the most fitting place to commit an absolute destruction without doing any kind of atrocities towards the nearby children of humankind.
If there were mortal lives that were lost, then it would be their utmost luck kicking the bucket.
After a full minute had passed. Before MF activated the lesser version of COPID7734, she punched the hell out of the pitiful behemoth in its chest with all of her fists.
The nuke exploded and what remained was the skin and the surviving flesh of the gargantuan. Most of its inside would probably be already utterly messed up but it was surprising that the monster was still fully intact from the outside.
Astounded, MF took a chunk of its body part to her Divine Domain to be analyzed later. A DNA and bio-material from another world was as precious as a mountain of gold in the eyes of the Ouroboros.
As the giant's soul tried to dissipate, MF caught it with her insurmountable amount of consciousness strings. With haste, the Ouroboros and Cyanotype brought the soul to their Divine Domain. Shackling it onto some kind of pedestal, they began to dissect it while donning a shit-eating grin.
"I wonder who in the actual hellfire would even dare to mess with me. Cyanotype, can you check whether it has some sort of wavelength of any kind?
"This monster did not bear any anonymity towards you, Meshia. My Cassilda's Song caught some people outside of this world but their nature, exact location, and realm are unknown."
"Hmm, so we're not dealing with some kind of shaby troublemaker, huh."
"Still, this is fascinating. Who knew that this giant being has almost the same soul structure with those ugly otherworlder~" Cyanotype opened her left eye, trying to connect with the Boogeys that were dealing with the endless raid on the battlefield, gathering more information.
"Ohoho? I haven't checked any of those creatures' soul structure, but it definitely has a different main wavelength than the one from Neamh."
"So this gargantuan is brought from their world. They can't instantly send this big boy to Neamh, which means that we're literally depleting their resources without any cost at all."
"They only transported their souls and built their vessels using the things from the new world. It might be a plausibly cheap way of interworld travel, I can try asking Damascus about this tomorrow."
Delicately weaving through the powerhouse of the soul, MF tried to analyze the origin of the soul's trait and possible summoner by determining the environment it came from before going to Neamh. They were actually beginners at this kind of otherworldly pinpointing like a playful forensic team that wasn't paid enough to take it seriously.
Because both of them had an aligned interest, they ended up having much more fun than they would've thought. MF had been playing around and sending soul this and that but this was the first time for her to take a good close look upon what they were made of.
"Ah, it's dissipating without its vessel."
MF then injected a small 500 bits of 'faith of life' to the soul, rendering the dissipation process on hold for more hours. Because of this experiment, both of their understanding of soul became more profound.
The Ouroboros had an idea of how a string of the soul's network works. While Cyanotype, found a more efficient way of killing someone directly to their soul.
All playful conversation and self learning were fine and dandy. It was really pleasing for MF to have Cyanotype around. The same for Cyanotype, she thought that she would be keeping her Tiamat's Roots for longer but thanks to the zero ill intent that her master emitted, she was comfortable enough to utilize her Tiamat's side more.
'There is no point on hiding my strength anyway, Meshia would probably know my power the moment I connected to the hidden branch.'
An hour had passed within the Divine Domain.
Likewise, a sudden inspiration struck the new practitioner of soul geneticist with a rather questionable enlightenment.
"Hey, Cyanotype."
"Tarara?"
"Remember the nature of the Kaleidoscope's Key?"
"Of course! It's the strangely digital-like existence that consist of numbery-wumber. So what's up?"
"I want to create a 'system'." MF slyly smirked with a rather conniving squint. "Untied to the other dimension, something that I can control to gather information and reward my citizens while keeping them mentally in our leash. It could also be a fast way of sending a mutagen-type modification for a reward of staying obedient."
"I'm interested! When will we make it?"
"After we bestow my wife's Occult Seed to its righteous place, and probably after we deal with that unrelenting swarm."
"I shall increase the amount of Boogeys then, fufufu~"
Meanwhile, Foel and Primis had ended their flight training session for the day. Descending to the mansion, Foel uprooted Tuli who had leaned into the spectrum of 'reverse mandragora wannabe'.
"For how long do you want to keep being a mandragora?" Foel grinned playfully, as she casually picked the silent hellspawn by the waist.
A cry was streaming down like a waterfall upside down to the ground.
"Madam Foel is so mean!"
"Hey, your master didn't mean ill things when she refers 'present'."
"R-really? Lord Ouroboros wasn't mad at me?"
"Of course, you idiot."
"Hueeee!"
Primis, who saw everything unfold without knowing the context, threw her deadpan of the day.. 'What is happening,' she thought, genuinely.