Aftermaths ^ (Filler Story)
Kirim City – 8:15 PM
It started quietly—just a shimmer above the clouds.
Then came the flash.
A radiant beam, blue and red, twisted like twin dragons through the atmosphere, lancing up from the far east. It wasn't lightning. It wasn't a flare.
It was something ancient… and powerful.
And everyone saw it.
From the tops of glimmering towers to the lowest back alleys of the merchant lanes, people paused. Heads turned. Phones and Codex screens lit up across the city.
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It rippled through energy channels, cracked across the detection arrays, and stunned even the most jaded researchers.
🔍 Arcana Surveillance Station – Outer Kirim Ring
Inside a cool blue-lit chamber, an Arcana operator shouted:
"Convergence signal! Fire and Ice! Something's fusing—massive elemental bleed!"
"Where's the origin? Kirim core?"
"No, sir. Tracking beam vector… 79 degrees eastward. Altitude variance… 5.93. Sir, this isn't from Kirim at all!"
A map bloomed on their screen.
A blinking red dot lit up just past national scanning range.
"Cross-verifying data… Veyrith City airspace confirmed."
The Police captain muttered under his breath.
"What in the gods' name is happening in Veyrith?"
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Kirim City – Arcanum Research Academy, Biology Wing
Time: 8:20 PM
Inside one of the top research rooms of the prestigious Arcanum Academy, Mr. Asken, a seasoned biology teacher and senior Whisp historian, sat hunched over an old parchment.
The room was filled with soft humming—vials bubbling, scanner lights blinking, ancient books spread across his desk. He was reviewing rare data on evolutionary surges, noting anomalies in elemental bonds.
Then, without warning, a junior staff member leaned out the open window beside him.
He stiffened.
"…Sir. Look up," she whispered, voice trembling.
Mr. Asken didn't react at first—he'd heard that tone before. The tone people used when they saw something they didn't understand.
But when he stepped forward and glanced skyward—
His breath caught.
High above Kirim City, the sky had fractured into two vast streams of glowing energy, twining like a double helix.
Fire and ice. Red and blue.
Spiralling through the heavens like a sword piercing clouds.
A beam had erupted, barely visible but unmistakable to trained eyes—a signature so rare it existed only in myth.
"Twin Pulse…" he muttered.
"Just like… the texts said…"
His hands tightened around the edge of the window sill. His Codex began vibrating violently—data scrambling in real time, unreadable.
He turned, snatching his phone, already dialling into the Nexus feed.
"Is this coming from the Leopard Region?" he barked.
The voice on the other end hesitated.
"No, sir. It's not the same. That boy who got the rare Whisp egg there… turns out it was a decoy. A showpiece for attention."
"The real one… wasn't him. It was misclassified during auction transit. Arcana are swarming the Leopard boy now, but he's under full protection—while others are filing lawsuits against Rock & Roll Auction House for misinformation."
Asken's eyes narrowed sharply.
"Then where… where is this coming from?"
Another staffer's voice chimed in from across the room, tapping into long-range scanners.
A calm, computerized voice from their emergency tracking console echoed:
"Confirmed Source: Veyrith City."
Silence fell.
Mr. Asken leaned back slowly, pressing a hand to his chest as if steadying his breath.
"Veyrith…" he repeated.
His mind raced.
He turned to the staff.
"Ready the Chikom. Prep for long-range jump."
"Sir?" one of them asked.
"We're going to Veyrith City," Asken said darkly, grabbing his travel coat and emergency scanner.
"The history books are about to be rewritten."
And then he stepped out into the hall, his heart pounding like it hadn't in decades.
A mythical event from 10,000 years ago—the birth of a Whisp who bor from flames and died in flames—was repeating itself.
Only this time, it wasn't a legend.
It was happening.
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📡 Global Network – Social Media & News Feeds
Time: 8:30 PM | Event Tag: #TwinPulse #WhispAwakening #VeyrithAnomaly
The moment the twin beams of energy spiralled into the sky—fiery red and icy blue—every corner of the digital world lit up.
First, it was just a few shocked uploads.
Then, within seconds, news alerts, livestreams, and encrypted Guild transmissions exploded across the global net.
"WHISP GOD DESCENDING?? 🕊️🔥❄️"
"BREAKING: Twin Elemental Beam Spotted Over Eastern Skies! Origin Unknown."
"Footage from the Crescent Isles shows red-blue vortex visible from 2,000 km away."
"Arcana Refusing to Comment—Are We Witnessing an Ancient Line Awakening?"
🌐 #NexusFeed Live Comments:
🟦 @LumiraSage: "That wasn't just a Whisp birth… that was a divine evolution."
🟨 @DeepGuild_Observer: "No Whisp in modern history has emitted a signal strong enough to be felt continents away. This is big. No—historic."
🟥 @MarshHunter7: "Saw the cloud split. It shimmered like a peacock's tail—red and blue. My scanner burned out."
🟦 @TCodeBlack: "Outer Marshes? Leopard Region? No way. That beam bent local magnetics. My compass spun like a coin."
🟨 @Lance_Caster (verified): "One of my scouts near Kirim swore he saw an ancient peacock sigil form in the sky. Sky spirits?"
🎙️ News Blasters (Broadcast Excerpts):
"This is not a test. Multiple high-tier nexus officeers are tracking the incident. Energy surge Level 7.4—comparable to an awakening Pulse."
"Satellite imagery confirms the sky signature stretched over 1,500 km. The peacock-shaped cloud wasn't natural."
"If this is a Whisp awakening… it may be the first recorded twin-elemental evolution since the Age of Cradleborns."
🛰️ Encrypted Nexus Transmissions (Leaked):
"—Triangulation narrowing. Origin unknown but NOT from Leopard Region. Local boy there was a decoy."
"—Initial ping places it deep inland. Coordinates leaning toward Veyrith Quadrant."
"—Initiating 'Ghost Protocol.' Prepare retrieval if target confirmed."
📲 Citizen Commentary Surge:
🟦 @RoamWhispTamer: "I was out feeding my pets… I felt it. Like thunder in my chest. I swear my Whisp knelt down and shivered."
🟥 @SilverGlideRacer: "I thought it was the end. Never seen stars twist like that."
🟨 @CryptSunFlare: "WHOSE WHISP IS THAT?? I need to know!"
🟦 @WTechAnalyst: "Some claim it came from Veyrith. That's not even near an active zone… unless someone was hiding a relic."
🛡️ Arcana Sub-Headquarters – Official Response:
"We are currently reviewing astral data and cannot confirm or deny any singular source. Please refrain from speculation."
But even their silence spoke volumes.
🎯 Conclusion Across All Guilds Monitors:
Despite rampant theories and false leads—the truth began to ripple through the static:
It wasn't the Outer Marshes.
It wasn't the Leopard Region.
It wasn't a Guild experiment or divine omen.
"It came from Veyrith."
The city that no one has watched.
The place dismissed as ordinary.
Now suddenly, the epicentre of something ancient—something alive.
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Time: 8:45 PM | Location: Outskirts and Inner Sectors
Veyrith City wasn't known for excitement.
A misty, peaceful urban sprawl nestled between low mountains and flowing river-vales, it thrived quietly on middle-tier trade and a modest Whisp culture. It had no flashy stadiums like Kirim, no ancient ruins like the Marshes—just dim streetlamps, polite shopkeepers, and sleepy Guild outposts.
Until now.
From balconies and rooftops, people stared up—mouths agape—as the sky bloomed in twin spiralling beams, one of fire and one of frost, shooting upward like two dragons dancing toward the stars.
Some fell to their knees in awe. Others began recording.
"Are we under attack?""No... I think that's Whisp energy. But what kind of Whisp could do this?"
Hushed voices turned to frantic whispers.
Children wept. Pets howled. Whisps hidden in their Soul Seeds began shaking, some even emerging unprompted, sensing something divine had just passed them by.
A grandmother on the temple steps clasped her rosary stone.
"This has happened once before," she murmured, "in my grandmother's stories."
From the outskirts near the forest fringe, a group of amateur tamers watching with binoculars saw it more clearly:
A pulse. A burst. Then the shape of a bird-like spirit rising above the clouds.
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The Broker Calls – Veyrith Marketplace, 9:48 PM
Back in the winding alleys of Veyrith's marketplace—where cobblestone streets hummed quietly beneath glowing paper lanterns—the broker who had once thought Jimmy was just another lost, silent traveller was pacing like a man chased by ghosts.
He gripped his phone tightly, brows furrowed.
He peered out his wooden shop window, where faint red-blue streaks still glimmered in the high sky.He dialled Jimmy's number, hands shaking.
No answer.
He called again.
Still nothing.
Then—on the third ring—a tired, half-conscious voice filtered through the other end.
Jimmy.
The broker exhaled hard, barely able to contain the panic.
"Listen to me carefully, kid. You don't have time. Something even you did not do it… whatever that light was—it reached beyond this city. It was in the direction from your house. They're coming. The Nexus. Maybe even Arcana. You've got minutes. Not hours."
He paused, voice hard.
"You're not safe. But I don't think they'll try to hurt you... unless they get news."
Then the call cut. Static buzzed. A signal block?
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⚠️ Jimmy's House – Veyrith City, 9:53 PM
Jimmy snapped fully awake.
His breath caught in his throat as everything returned in a rush—the hatching, the energy spiral, the peacock cloud in the sky.
"They saw it."
Throwing off his blanket, he scrambled to his feet. Luna stirred beside him, sensing his pulse race.
Jimmy darted to the back garden.
It was a disaster already—blackened scorch marks, shattered dirt plates, jagged rocks and patches of frost where Luna had frozen the air to counter the heat of the egg. But not enough.
"It's too clean," he muttered. "Too focused. They'll know something was there."
He turned to Luna.
"Let's make it look like chaos."
She nodded.
Together, they unleashed a storm.
Luna uses stomp to the ground, making the entire garden quake. Massive water wave burst from soaked soil. Water jets, stomps, and frozen shards ripped across the training ground until it looked like a battlefield—messy, uncontained, as if dozens of failed experiments had exploded here.
Jimmy grabbed the remaining egg shards—still faintly glowing with residual aura—and nodded once.
"Dust them. Leave nothing."
Luna, though tired, obeyed. She poured waves of icy energy, then released a controlled explosion of water and compressed frost, shattering the remaining shell pieces into shimmering ash. Jimmy swept the fragments into the dirt.
Bruno stood quietly at the garden's edge, scanning.
"Bruno," Jimmy called. "Hide. Too obvious. Go into stealth mode, behind the irrigation tank. If they see you, they'll ask questions."
:: Understood. Deploying Veil Cloak. ::
With a whir and faint hum, Bruno slipped behind the shed and vanished under an active cloak spell.
Back inside the mind's garden, the new-born Whisp chick—a tiny bundle of glowing blue and fiery gold—was still curled beneath a sheet of light, sleeping deeply. Jimmy didn't disturb her.
Instead, he looked at Luna.
"We stay calm. You're a battle Whisp. I'm just a tamer. She's asleep. That's all they'll know."
He walked to the corner of the room, took out a few books, scattered them across the table, and lit a calming incense stick. The room now smelled like mint and meditation.
Jimmy exhaled, fixing his posture and brushing dirt off his coat.
#Sorry, for timing is going here and there. I just wanted to make it in different sequence. Thanks for watching.