{Time Discrepancy?. Is this why Seinnissia was giving up before having Lettushia?. Did she know about this Relativistic Portal?. It's certainly an insurmountable advantage, Five days to Five weeks of additional practice is a potential game changer}.
The blocks of maple cobblestone vibrate in the straight wall of the semicircular vaulted chamber, emanating through the gaps, light representing the Stats.
The wall gives the impression of being stretched outwards, space itself deformed before my eyes, like an elastic funnel, except that space has a limit, and when exceeded, collapses, thought the fateful failure is prevented by the sturdy blocks of maple cobblestone, stabilizing the singularity, forming a path into the wormhole, when it could become a black hole with the slightest intervention.
{Isn't this ultra dangerous?. What happens if the cobblestones doesn't work, or break?… , Shit!. Since when i'm so cautious?!}.
"Pure Scion of the Vecturion". Calls me Natvoshka. "What is distracting you?. No, it doesn't look like it. Perhaps you are experiencing «Disorientation» due to a sudden rise in your Stats?".
"Correct".
"It won't affect you when too much after crossing, which may be counterproductive for some…".
{I suppose with good education and support, the Stats can be tampered to allow more mental resilience}.
"Now. Don't make us wait".
{What does that mean?}.
"He has a residual amnesia". Bridgette comments, which surprisingly comes in handy, because Natvoshka provides a concise explanation.
"You represent the Ordinance, the front of this formation, and the one who can allows us to tolerate the pressure of passing through. Beware, you are not crossing in, if not falling onto".
Aware of the difference, i jump forward, gravity changing it's pull, descending through the wormhole to a new location. The misty ruins of an ancient bridge.
Looking up, my Team is falling from the wormhole, along others who are not part of Clamour, because i don't recognize any of them, or their attires.
"Fortune is on our side". Confidently states Natvoshka, Three ethereal interfaces appearing before us, when Esdren, the last of the Team, touches the bridge's surface.
"Read the «Subclasses», prioritizing the completion of those compatible with your «Profession», without forgetting how suitable are they for your Stats. Striving to develop all of them in our Three Weeks of stay. So you acquire permanently the Subclasses after our departure".
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[ Mesmerizer ]
[ Auxiliary Subclass ]
[ Enthral Hearts ] [ 0 / 20 ]
[ +5 ] [ Radiance ]
[ +3 ] [ Vitality ]
[ +2 ] [ Spirituality ]
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[ Dispenser ]
[ Auxiliary Subclass ]
[ Proportionate Doses ] [ 0 / 20 ]
[ +4 ] [ Ordinance ]
[ +4 ] [ Vitality ]
[ +2 ] [ Mentality ]
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[ Piercer ]
[ Combat Subclass ]
[ Penetrate Bodies ] [ 0 / 20 ]
[ +4 ] [ Ordinance ]
[ +4 ] [ Vitality ]
[ +2 ] [ Radiance ]
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The anomalous passage above, seales itself into nothingness. The interface dispell, and the fog around us vanishes, revealing the end of the bridge, where malnourished slaves wearing dirty rags are prostrated. Further away, a crowd of kneeling peasants, with a group of standing nobles.
Everyone is chanting a monotonous chorus, led by a mature paladin woman, along an older woman wearing a red dress. Both have a retinue at their backs. Clad in dark blue armors, or bright red clerical robes.
{There are only a handful of Men}.
I grin with vicious lecherousness, savoring the buffet in front of me.
"Rejoice!". Proclaims fanatically the old busty Matriarch. "The heavens show mercy at sighting our devoted prayers!. Providing hope by sending 50 Lost Souls!".
The Paladin's Chieftess is more composed than her religious counterpart, waving her hand with inviting authority. "Do not stay in the bridge. Beasts lurk in the ink".
The fog on the bridge's sides show shadows of tentacles, the liquid below the structure is dark, like tar, and the ripples colliding against each other, generate green electricity, amassed in the surface, forming streams that shoot up towards the giant clouds in the yellow sky.
While the Matriarch rambles, the Chieftess divides the entourages in pairs. "Newcomers. We comprehend your mission is paramount, and it will benefit our island greatly, if you complete the feats bestowed upon you".
{She must be talking about the Subclasses}.
"But we cannot be unequal with our dedicated assistance. By Heavenly mandate, two Vanguards will be dispatched with two Vagrants to custode your expedition. Along One Noble, Four Peasants, and Eleven Slaves of your choosing".
Natvoshka grunts. "Excellent. Ethmeron, select the Vagrants. Iscandaris…".
"Vanguards". Interrupts Ines, materializing a sword as she advances to the armoured females.
"As expected of an Iscandaris… , Too bad she was born «Impure». Kerran!. Take care of the Slaves, as a former «Pirate», you must have an eye for the good ones".
"Corsair, «Teacher»". Remarks Bridgette, causing amusement in Natvoshka. "Choose well, «Corsair»".
"I will, «Professor»".
"Vecturion. What do you think?. Can you select the Peasants and the Noble?. Or is it too much for an «Amnesic» Otherworlder Pure Scion like you?".
{She knows}.
"It's a menial task… , Are we going to have problems?".
"That will depend on how boring you are".
{It doesn't seem like she's aware of my engagement with Seinnissia}.
"Do we have the same definition for «Boring», Natvoshka?".
"Hahaha. How bold of you calling me by my name, «Little Volttair»?. And i hope we see «Boredom» on a different spectrum".
"We'll see, «Natvoshka»…".
She growls, not with anger, just sexily. It's clear we are volatile and dangerous. But whether we will explode the other, or have a blast. It'll remains to be seen.
Analyzing the standing Nobles, is obvious they possess certain distinctions among themselves. Not due to their attire and blazons. But the attitude itself.
Fear, Pride, Nervousness and Confidence in the verge of becoming blatant Arrogance, are almost the rule across the Nobles.
However. There are some stares more intriguing. Fanatical, Calculative, Worshipful and Convictious.
This traits apply to the Peasants too. So i select those who are clearly conscious about their skills, aware of their limitations, not raving about grandeur without working for it beforehand.
Our Team of 5 members is expanded to a group of 25. Advancing to the abode of the Noble Widow i picked up. The main reason is the lack of a ring on her finger, but there is a mark of the previous usage of one.
A fact i corroborate by observing the married Peasants. In other words, the Noble Widow is on the hunt for a new mate…