Book 4: Chapter 82: The Pattern
Scarlet
A seemingly endless amount of time passes and throughout it I cant help but feel my mind slipping a few times, almost losing to the whispers and memories memories that had begun to repeat themselves at some point. But I always manage to pull myself back out. And over time, as I focus all of my attention on fixing the issues in my DNA that I have no idea how to fix, the pain does slowly fade a bit, and the memories and voices quiet a little as well.
Ever since I figured out a little about what I need to do by accident. When I accidentally broke the fractured areas, separating my DNA further.
An action that showed me how wrong my original prospective solution was. That I should somehow bring my DNA back together.
What I really need to do is separate the fractured areas and finish the process I had likely started.
So over who knows how long, ever since doing that and continuing doing that, splitting DNA strand after DNA strand, my pain has relieved a bit and the voices quieted.
But the process is not short, leading me into an endless pattern of look at fractured DNA strand, lightly poke at the fractured part with whatever mental magic or whatever Im using to poke at it with, and eventually cleanly break the DNA from each other. Then I move onto the next strand and repeat the process.
With who knows how many strands, even if its only a small minority of them that need fixing.
Eventually I completely lose track of time. To the point that I cant tell if Ive been doing this for months or if Ive been doing it for years.
What I do know is that Ive been doing this for a long time.
Find fracture, poke at fracture, break fracture, find new fracture. The process just repeats endlessly.
Her green eyes widen slightly at that before she nods her head again and turns around to leave the room. But right before she reaches the door, James adds, And please check in with the White Knight on how her daughter is doing. As much as I hate to say it, we need her.
The woman turns, nods her head once, and continues out of the room.
James focuses on the map again as he sits down on the chair at the long table.
Satan is becoming more active as well, and Damien is watching over the Arctic Gate the White Knight used to pass through to Tartarus. Presumably to protect it while he is lower on forces.
The General of Humanitys Military grits his teeth slightly as he thinks about the White Knights frequent trips she was taking at the start of all of this, just vanishing from Earth without a word. At least until she stopped at random once, probably due to the Demon King not wanting her to drain the Gate dry and no longer being able to tolerate it.
During her trips, each and every one of them, the demons managed to push further and further across the battlelines under Satans guidance. Since she wasnt there to deal with the Nobles, leaving the already stretched number of Class Vs amongst the humans to deal with each one of the attacks on their own, with only Blue and Red able to fight on a battlefield like that.
At least Blacks been able to infiltrate Demon Isle and start assassinating a good number of their Nobles.
Silence fills the generals office for several minutes before he leans back in the chair and looks up at the ceiling, feeling utterly defeated in how this war has progressed. But what hurts him the most is that he knows the best way to start turning things around is to get the Apex Predator back.
He didnt realize just how much her plagues helped the warfront until she had left it.
Why wouldnt they help I was just too biased against her to let myself realize it
James clenches his fists so hard his nails drill into his hands, but he doesnt pay attention to that.
Because now all he can do is whatever he can while he waits for the Princess to return to Earth.