Consequences

"What do you mean something impossible?" Godfort tilts his head. "Does this have something to do with the Nebulum?" He asks with worry.

Twilight shakes his head. "No. They are still in hiding. Rather, the mark I placed on the kid, you know the one, has disappeared, yet hasn't."

The musclehead's face falls. "Something bad happened to him? Is it Somer's fault again?!"

Twilight shakes his head again and chuckles. "I can never understand why you blame him for everything. But no. The kid is fine, probably. Look." With a wave of his hand a floating monitor appears, showing the scene down on Lapis in the Myth Monolith courtyard. "What do you think?"

Godfort looks confused. "... It just looks like four people clutching their eyes. Where is the boy?"

"Exactly." Twilight responds. "He *is* there, but after interacting with a sliver of my power in the form of what they started calling 'Myth Monoliths', his soul has once again changed." He explains with a rare bit of excitement in his voice."

"... I don't get it." Godfort shrugs. "But... Will he be okay in the long run? Mortal souls aren't supposed to be able to handle divine power. Especially as potent as yours."

Twilight shrugs back. "The fact that he still exists means that on some level he is compatible. Though... I can't even begin to imagine what kind of consequences this will have for him as a whole."

~⚫~

W̷̢̚h̷̳͑e̶͓̽r̴̖̒e̸͈͑ ̷͙̕a̷̻͌m̶͈͠ ̸̰̕İ̴̟

̸͙̑ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐦 𝐈

̴̖͠ I̷͚̚t̶͖͝'̴̙͗s̴͕͋ ̵͚̚c̶͖̿o̵̪̕l̵͈͌d̷̡̚

̵̭͂ 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥

̴̌͜ I̷̖̊t̸̻͠'̵̼͐s̴̮̚ ̴̩̿f̷̨̓r̸̪̆ê̶̹ë̵̢ẕ̴̽i̶̖̚n̵̼͒g̶̱̃

̸͙̈ 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠

̴͙͗ Ì̶̻'̴͋͜m̸͇͂ ̶̩̿ḃ̶͜ṳ̵͊ṟ̶̉n̶͎̎i̶̟͠n̵̩̒ġ̵̯

̷̹̍ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

̵̢̈́ W̸̬̑h̸̗͋o̸͓̕s̴͉̓e̴̖͘ ̷̢̓f̴͚͐à̴͎ü̴̻l̶̺̑ṱ̴̓

̴̭̉ 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭

̷̣̅ C̸̺̉a̸̝͛i̵͕̔n̶̨͝ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?

̵̮̈

̴̬̊ S̸̺̉ť̷̺e̴͔̒m̴͎̀ ̵̘̅t̴̪͝ḥ̶́e̸̠̍ ̶͙̏b̷̰͠l̵̗͝e̵̜͌e̸̼̅d̴̟́ȉ̴̪n̴̪̈́g̸̢̚

̴̣̾ 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

̵̠̚ Y̶̛̯o̵͒ͅư̷̩ ̶̢̂ḷ̴͘ë̶̼́t̵̝͝ ̵̱͒m̴̡͛e̸̦̍ ̴̯̐d̷̪͌ì̸̭ȩ̵̃

̷̘́𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝘮𝘦 𝐝𝐢𝐞

̸͇̍ J̸̬̋o̶͈̾ḧ̶͔n̴͎̓n̷̬̂y̷̪͊ 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝘐𝘢𝘯?

̶͜͝

̶̘̎ W̵̡͆ṟ̴͌ó̷̥n̴̖͝g̶̻̉ ̵͙̈́s̷̜͆i̵̛̦d̶̮́ȇ̸͕

̴͉̍ 𝘙𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

̵͊ͅ Ÿ̸͉́o̶͔͝ũ̷͜ ̷̻͛p̶̺̓u̷͎͌ḻ̷̏l̴̫̉e̸̯̕d̴̜͠ ̵͖͘t̶͍̅h̷̖̏ḛ̶̅ ̴͈̋p̴̫̈́ì̶̲n̸̹̒

̷͙̿ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸

̸̥̎ T̵̖̓h̴̞̾é̵͖ ̷̩̆ṭ̶̏ŕ̸̦ä̵̝į̷̇n̴͚̒ ̵͖̉ị̷̔s̶̜̐ ̸̺̑c̷͈̆o̵͖̒m̶̥̎i̵͉͘n̶̦͛g̷̗̔

̴͓͝ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞

̷͔͂ I̸̤͋'̶̩͝m̶̳̐ ̴̫͛w̴̤̆ä̴͍́i̸̿͜t̶̳́i̵͌͜ǹ̵̨g̸͈̏ ̷̡̿ő̴̘n̵̞͆ ̴͉̋t̷͔͠h̶̘̒e̴͍͠ ̴͕͆t̶̪͝r̶͕̋a̸̛̗c̷͑͜k̸͓͌s̷̫̀

̷̙̔ 𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

̷̭͑ F̷͎͂ä̸͓t̶͑͜h̵̪͝ě̵̠r̸͓̚,̷̦̇ ̷̔ͅḬ̷̚ ̶̫͆ḫ̶͋a̶̟̅v̷̜͠e̵̗̍ ̴̜͊s̵̒ͅi̷̡͗n̴͈͘n̷͂͜e̷̦͘ḓ̶̆

̵̘̂ 𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝘞𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩

̷͕̚ N̴͍͌o̶̝͋t̵̯̓ ̶́ͅä̸̰́ḻ̷̉o̷̙͑n̷̯̕ȩ̸̀

̷̪̔ 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭

̶͙̇ N̵̛̦ë̷̜́v̵̹̄ȅ̸̥r̸̰͋ ̴̰̋a̷̹̽ǵ̴̫a̵͙͌i̵͈̽ǹ̵̙

̵̻̊ 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱

̸̺̕ C̶̡̓À̸͜Ȋ̴͙N̸̮̎

1̵̟̙̱̯̩̘͎̽͗͂̀̈́͑̚7̷̛̗͌̿͋̆̍̿2̷͉̻̼͙̇̏ ̵̹̎̄̄͋̅͝ͅl̸̖̀̒̄ị̴̳̀̅͛͐̑ͅv̷̡̭̝̗̬̉̚e̶̮͖̫͈͛̆̆̐͐͑͠s̴͈̞̩̖̻̲̈́̏̆̌͐,̵̦̙͙̫̔̍͆̂͐ ̴̛̞̦̱̬̟͚̄̃̉̂a̷̼̓͗̃͋̇̌̈l̸̨̻͚̼̼̜͈̋͝͠l̶̥̻͇͉̫̓́̅̍͝ ̵̼͛̔̌̏͝ŵ̴̱͉͚̜́͐̽ẩ̵̡̘̺̙̓͋ṅ̸͍̦̒͋t̷͙͛̏̓̂͛͘͘ĭ̵̢̖̫͕̟̬̳n̴̨̦̳͙̼͈̊͂̀͆͑ḡ̶̻͉͐̈̒͠ ̶̨̟͉̼̘̲̇̍̽͌͑̊̌ͅĺ̷͈̭̲ḯ̷͇̮f̸̫̮̳̖͉̔̾̑̋̀͜ē̸̖͂͋̂̾

~⚪~ Grimora, Beastfolk Capital Labyrinthine City Formeldr ~⚪~

The four of them stood shocked. The beastfolk Queen Niramia, the Dwarven King Silverbeard, Court Magician Krave, and Priestess of Twilight Charlotte. They weren't sure what they were looking at. After their vision had recovered from the flash, they saw that the Myth Monolith was gone, presumably absorbed into Omni's core. But... Where is the core? Where Omni was standing, there now stands several figures. Each one made from a minimal amount of materials, only enough to give a vague silhouette of what they used to be.

Omni's original frame is crumpled beneath the figures, kneeling on the ground listless. The figures all connected to its back, exploding out like butterfly wings. They all had featureless faces, vaguely contorted into panic, sorrow, rage. Under Krave's energy vision, nothing stirred. Even the normal slight wisps carried on the winds faded near the strange work of art. Not only that, but visible to everyone was a sort of haze, distortions like you would see in the desert from the heat.

"... Krave?" The Queen finally breaks the silence. "What... What does this mean?"

The old demon, who had clenched his hands to the point of bleeding palms in order to keep his eyes open and focus to see as much as he can stands slack-jawed.

"I... I don't know. The moment the core and the monolith made contact, both vanished. But... It's still there. I think it's back in Omni's chest. Before the haze set in, I saw... A lot of humanoid figures, all trying peel away from the stone body. A few almost succeeded, as you can see. I can make plenty of conjectures, but nothing concrete." He explains, one of his few remaining teeth falling out.

Silverbeard slowly approaches, stepping into the haze, then turning back to the others and shrugging. "Seems safe." He then places a hand against one of the metal-strewn figures coming out of the golem's back. As he touch it, it cracks and crumbles, splinters of metal falling to the ground.

Niramia turns to Charlotte, noticing her eyes are sparkling, but her skin had also paled. "Priestess?"

"Huh?!" Being addressed snaps her out of her stupor, causing her to jump in her skin. "Y-yesh-ow!" She bites her own tongue in her excitement.

"... Could you see or hear anything, Priestess?" Niramia asks.

"W-Well... I could sense Twilight's presence, if only for a split second. And then... I could hear voices? It sounded like a lot of different people, all..." She shudders a little.

Krave and Silverbeard slowly gather themselves, turning to listen to Charlotte. "It's alright, speak lass." The dwarf says encouragingly.

She nods, taking a deep breath. "It... It sounded like they were all about to die. Lamenting their fates and trying to desperately cling on to life. I think... That's what those figures are."

The others mull over this fact, and Krave gives a possible answer. "Perhaps... There are other souls in the core? But no, that wouldn't be right, could it? Even binding one soul properly must have been a monumental task for Phycaster."

Silverbeard gasps, and facepalms, drawing the looks of the other three. "Y'see... The whole reason I was sent here is cause boss said the 'lines were blurring'. I think he was referring to this, and 'lines' might be referring to the gap between past lives?" He suggest, not too sure of it himself.

Though for Krave, it all clicks into place. "Past lives... That's it! The extreme amount of energy Omni's core is capable of must be because of its past lives stacking onto one another, and every time it uses an excessive amount of energy, those lives, those memories, are getting compressed and jumbled, causing Omni's personality to blur!" He shouts excitedly like a kid figuring out a puzzle. "And not only that, those figures and voices must have been past lives, trying break out and become the conscious soul!"

Queen Niramia waves her hand. "Hold on a minute, isn't that extremely bad? While the current Omni seems amiable enough from all the reports I've been given, wouldn't that mean the bouts of violence are from the past lives? If one of those takes over, wouldn't Omni become an enemy?"

Krave pauses at that, the wind taken out of his sails. "I... Maybe? All the more reason for us to help it remain in control. To start with, we need to figure out if Omni is actually still in control." He shuffles over to the kneeling golem, tapping the top of its hood. "Hey, you awake?"

The tapping is enough to cause the rest of the figures spewing out of its back to crumble, causing the golem to slowly shudder back to life. "...?" It quickly stands, backing away from Krave. "Who... Where?" It clutches its face, then begins to feel the stone features. "Robot? No... Golem. Right, I had became this." Its scrambled thoughts cause control over its body to loosen, making it stumble and fall backwards. Parts of its body break off, and its eyelids open to look at the sky.

"Ehh..." Krave carefully approaches, peering down at the golem. "You're still Omni, right? You remember us?"

The carved eyes drift over to Krave, looking him up and down. "... I do. But it's been... So long... Or has it? I... Absorbed the Myth Monolith, and then... I went somewhere." Omni's androgynous voice sounds apathetic as it speaks slowly. "I should... Status." It calls out, causing the status window to pop up. Or, at least part of it.

[ 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 🄰🅳 🄾🅂4🄴 🄰🅁6🄴𝖓7🅄🄼 ]

Rac3: 🅶🅾𝟼𝖾𝗅?

V𝟴𝟘𝟘

Energ9: ??0̷6̵͔̅0̴̓

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Dur4bili𝟸7𝟾/∞

𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜: 𝔸𝕕𝕧. 𝔼𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 - 𝔸𝕕𝕧. 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 - 𝔸𝕕𝕧. 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 - 𝔸𝕕𝕧. 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 - 𝔸𝕕𝕧. 𝕀𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕗𝕪 - 𝔸𝕕𝕧. ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕫𝕖 - ℤ𝕙𝕟𝕦𝕠𝕜

The usually uniform holographic window was rather distorted, and seemed to break off halfway down.

'... 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?' It thinks. "... What?" It can't help but repeat aloud.