Everything was going to hell and back right now.Olivia hadn't meant to shun her sister's correspondence earlier, having been too busy with her own part of defending herself when the older woman called for her. Each agonizing second not responding to her only increased the anxiety in her heart as Big Sis's tone became more and more tired and defeated with each message.It only made things worse when the Prime she was trying to fight off taunted her with his know-it-all attitude and annoying calculations."That's what you get!" the Den shouted at her opponent as she stabbed her Resolve straight through the fucker's abdomen, the blood and guts oozing out of the prick giving her a sense of sick satisfaction as she drove her sword in. "Leave us alone!""A-as expected. You think... I didn't plan for this?" the white-haired P
All around the village, an ominous silence permeated her surroundings as the town hall was engulfed in a bright glow. Enemy and ally alike stood in stock attention as they trained their gazes solely on the vast amounts of Essence coursing through the tall building. It was like a star was born on earth; the searing glow of unrestrained essence blinding everybody in the nearest vicinity as the circuits around the village glowed an ominous bright blue.The Grand Array was coming to life, and it was going to take everyone in its range with it."No..."Staring at the glowing building, the grief and despair Olivia was feeling were enough to rock her to her knees as her sister's essence pulsed all throughout the village. She knew exactly what was going to happen. That she would surely perish if she stayed this close to the town hall as she was now.
In a world of Numerators and Denominators, one should always assume that one would be stronger than the other. It was the natural way of things; the Numerator will fight in the front lines using their Elementalism and increased essence reserves, as the Denominator supports said Numerator from the sidelines by crafting weapons and armor that would enhance their partner's fighting prowess. It was the way the world had worked for millennia, unchanged by the passage of time or even the innovations of those that came through it. It was inconceivable that a Denominator would be able to stand toe-to-toe against a Numerator, much less even defeat one in combat. In the history of the Numenorian Empire, only one person had managed to defeat a Numerator, even more so, a Prime; someone that had the caliber to level armies on a wave of their single arm.And that someone was a Denominator, of all people.&nb
The freezing cold of the north was something I had never experienced in my life. Living in a tropical climate did that to people. Add the fact that we were smack dab at the center of the middle class, and we were just barely able to put me through medical school while also simultaneously managing to sustain our fairly conservative lifestyle. No time to travel to the colder regions if there was no need for it... Then comes my NEET ass buying a fully specced out PC out of my own pocket as a reward for surviving high school.Okay, we were loaded, but coming from poverty to riches did oh so many wonders to both myself and my parents' spending habits.So where was I... Oh yes... It was cold as shit at the moment and I didn't know why. Where was I anyway? The last thing I remembered was somehow dying a glorious death in a way that I had no recollection of ever doing in the first pla
It didn't make any goddamn sense whatsoever.Laying on a fucking cot for what I could only count as a whole goddamn week had given me a lot in terms of information and piecing together just what the fuck was going on around me. An hour in on that barbaric technique that they called 'treating,' my mind already raced on the fact that my situation was far from what was expected for a suicidal doctor living in the city. I should've been in a proper hospital, maybe even in my old place of work since I technically didn't quit the staff yet. Waking up in what amounted to a fucking rug on the dirt inside a damp, freezing cave was the first sign that I wasn't in fucking Kansas anymore...I then proceeded to black out from the pain. The whole treatment thing was too much without at least some sort of sedative running through my system. Sue me."Ughh..."
A whole month has passed now, and I was kind of acclimatizing pretty well, all things considered. My silent act had essentially made sure that the twins hadn't realized that I wasn't their vaunted 'Leader' yet, but I'm pretty sure it was only a matter of time before they realized something was up. Just from the way they talked to each other with me being present suggested that they fully expected me to understand what the hell they were talking about despite my silence. And while I could understand some of it through context clues and the like, I still wasn't fully getting the scope of just what the hell happened to Crimson and her friends for them to resort to living in a shoddy cave in the middle of the forest.Yes. I had actually recovered enough to start moving on my own again. Granted, I still had an improvised cane to support my movement, but it was a miraculous recovery all things considered what w
"N-No?"Despite the chilling cold, I was proverbially sweating bullets as Love's stone-cold expression gazed at me like a fucking hawk. I already knew that she was smart; that they were both smart, as a matter of fact. But to think that they were already suspicious of me from the get-go?In hindsight, I should've known better than to try it with strangers that knew the person that I once was."For all of your wisdom, you're an incompetent liar, Lady Crimson."The two-braided twin's dubious gaze threatened to smother me in its presence as I visibly shrank in on myself. Her sheer aura crashed over me like an unstoppable flood, her violet eyes boring straight into my soul as if judging me with her undaunting superiority."The Lady Crimson I knew wouldn't have been cowed into submission this eas
Life was hard. There was no doubting that."Oww..."Lace had been at this whole... merchant thing for a good while now. And while it wasn't a total waste of energy and time in that she was actually making some money back from the metal she used, it wasn't exactly that lucrative either. She wished she could've just practiced medicine as a job, but without the means to falsify an Imperial certification as a healer, there was no way she'd risk doing so. Too bad as well since it was infinitely better than constantly lugging around chunks of metal in hopes that they'd sell. And that was on top of trying to not be a good enough blacksmith that she'd garner suspicion of being a Denominator from her potential customers."I hope Love's already home," she found herself sighing as she trekked the road less traveled towards the cave that was functioning as the