1471 Perfect and Prime
1471 Perfect and Prime
Enigma's eyes dimmed and her vision turned cloudy as tears began to spill down her cheeks. There was a profound sense of sadness enveloping her entire being.
It wasn't the emotions of Isadora which were way more chaotic and fractured.
No.
Even Enigma was struck with a heartbreaking feeling at the sight of the duchcess' death.
Unlike her sister, her feelings were filled with more confusion and pity.
A part of her wished Isadora and Serenthia found a proper solution. Another part, however, was glad that whatever happened happened, leading her to Varian.
"—ma, Enigma!"
Varian's voice in her hand jolted her out of her thoughts.
"The card!"
Thump!
The last parts of the duchess disintegrated and with no one to stop, the dukes rushed forward.
Boom!
From the remains of duchess, a small but potent explosion shook the place, forcing the dukes back by a few hundred meters.
It was a useless attack that couldn't stop them by more than a second. Serenthia must've known it too. But she used even her remains to buy that little time.
"Fucking bitch!"
Micheal spat some blood and waved his arm.
A fierce wind swept away the sparkling crystalline floating around—the remnants of Serenthia—and sent them flying.
With her completely out of the way, he turned to the pale faced Varian and Enigma.
"Now, it's over."
He loosened his fist and took a step forward.
Varian couldn't even see his movements. The man just disappeared from that place and appeared in front of him, his nasty breath hitting him in the face.
"Your struggle is over. Goodbye, Varian." The duke said.
But as his hand reached forward to grab them, the four vanished into nothingness.
The Duke's confident expression froze and Varian's voice lingered.
"No." It was low but gave the powerhouse a sense of omnious foreboding. "We'll meet again, Micheal. Say your goodbyes to your children and grandchildren. When we meet and we'll meet soon, pray for an easy death."
His voice also rang in front of Kriad and Corinthian. "Wash your necks."
The same voice lingered in front of Duchess Seraphina. But instead of threatening them, it chuckled. "Old bitch, the young bitch is dead."
"Wh-What…no, no, no, you're lying! You're damn lying!"
The old lady's voice cracked and her eyes turned bloodshot. Clutching her hair, she collapsed onto her knees and broke into a fit of tears.
A morbidly thin, pale gray woman soundlessly appeared in the world. A concealed her presence from the distracted dukes and she furrowed her boys at the tiny but obvious space fluctuations lingering in the distance.
'Varian, Enigma, Sarah and Sonya…all of them escaped. And they have master's scent on them. Master…'
The lady's intuition rang alarms and she decided to take the matter into her own hands.
After silently slipping away, she activated a treasure she prepared when Varian disappeared.
It sent her through a channel to quickly send her to solar system.
Unlike others who thought he was kidnapped back then, she believed he escaped. To grab the sword holding her master, she was determined to breach the solar system and fight it out.
It didn't happen with Varian returning. The treasure was half dismantled. But still, she would be able to reach the civilization soon. At least faster than any methods Varian's group might deploy.
'Xeola must've failed to even retrieve master's soul.'
Nexa was certain of her guess. She couldn't think of a reality where her master's soul was freed and got defeated by Varian.
It's ridiculous.
Even if he didn't hit his goal of entering the divine ranks, he's still a peak rank 9!
How could these weak bugs defeat him?
'As long as I can hold his civilization hostage, I can retrieve master back.'
The lady moved faster and her body shuttled through a space tunnel, crossing impressive distance every second.
On the other hand, Varian, Enigma, Sarah and Sonya appeared back in the guest house, right in the middle of the royal complex.
"There isn't much time."
Varian's aura enveloped the women while the power of order and chaos swallowed the room.
With a sound similar to a cork being lifted, the four disappeared.
The power of order and chaos got to work and messed up the spatial fluctuations, ensuring that any investigation of this place would end up fruitless.
Typically, the dukes would think Varian would've fled to some nameless, lawless place to hide his traces.
But if they followed a very unconventional line of thinking—
they might think he'd return to his home civilization.
With this deliberate distortion of the scene, even if they suspected it, they wouldn't be very sure.
That'd be buy Varian enough time to make some preparations.
The power of Hortus was far greater than any Synthetic World that either the Alliance or the Empire had ever seen.
Even though he was far away from its location, the special world managed to pull him back in a very little time.
"Arghhh!"
Right after they landed, Varian collapsed onto his knees, coughing blood like a terminal patient.
Sarah quickly used healing potions while Enigma vanished, releasing an anxious Sia who gently placed him on a couch.
Sonya brought him his favorite drink and looked at him with a worried expression.
As the familiar taste exploded in his mouth, Varian closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.
There's a good chance they might not even bother to check this place for a while. By now, they must've flooded the guest mansion. From there, they'd be searching the capital.
But.
While they might not visit the civilization personally, they could always send a bunch of underlings.
Even though Varian no longer feared strong rank 8s, if they called rank 9s citing some emergency, it'd spell a disaster.
"I'll have to do it now. The world."
Varian stood up and staggered out of the room despite the protests of Sia.
"Prepare to leave."
Perfect Synthetic World Hortus would now add a 'Prime' into it.
