Deep blackness is present around me.
It feels distinct to the tar of corruption, or the nothingness that allows the passage between worlds, because it's not unsettling or eerie, giving me the cozy tenderness of a loving hug from my mother.
{I must be asleep…}.
The realization hits me promptly, not recalling the last time i was this lucid in any of my dreams.
Behind me, Vallicca is resting on the black latex floor, using Dollzerka's thick thighs as a pillow.
{Perhaps this is the Dark Room Vallicca talk about}.
"Soon, Dollzerka". I say firmly, trying to convey my interest on having her by my side in Loutharn.
She nods once, the red spot on her black visor becoming more intense, flashing momentarily.
The light hitting my eyes comes from the sun, not from my Embryon, waking me up in the middle of the rooftop.
My head is resting on a plate, with food glued at my face, dozens of emptied bottles of liquors are scattered around.
Girlande and Natvoshka are still sleeping, while i am experiencing the first hangover of my life.
{What in Fettiyio, was in these drinks?!. Not like i hold back enjoying them. Fuck!. How many of this bottles i chunk in a row?}.
"Good morning, Sir". Galishia speaks softly, carrying a tray with cups, handing me one, filled with fragrant tea.
"Good morning, Gaia".
Larissa comes behind me, boldly embracing me with a satisfied grin plastered across her mischievous face. "You are not immune to getting drunk".
"It seems so, Landlady. I don't remember much from yesterday. Did i act improperly?".
"Not at all…".
{What a relief…}.
Galishia's cheeks get crimson, while Larissa's smile grows bigger. "…«Not So Little Volttair»". Her hands separate in front of me to hint the size of my manhood, showing an extremely, accurate measurement in length, and girth
{Shit}.
"Whenever you want. Come and split me in half, Handsome". Larissa teases, nibbling my earlobe while slamming her right hand on the table, the sudden smack waking up Natvoshka and Girlande.
"Good morning, sleeping muscleheads, did you two rest well?".
"Argh!. Greased Grass!. The sun is rising!. Why didn't you call us earlier!. Due to Reveroth City's location, is already 12 in the Loutharn's calendar!".
{So there are two Calendars in this world?}.
"Oops". The Landlady covers her mouth apologetically, waving her hand up, creating a massive square of orange Emts that cleans us all.
"Enroll and have fun in Takctoor, «Mighty Vurckair»". She giggles seductively. "Don't forget to visit me at least once every weekend. Like the Bleached Blonde, you also have to pay for bringing you here".
{Wasn't it a favor?. Isn't enough?, Or is she putting the bill on me for the bottles i drank}.
I observe in detail the recipients.
{Damn, they look expensive, ancient, and contain engraved etheric glyphs. How did i not notice?. Is the Lube failing?. Or it was so much intoxication that not even the Lube could keep up?}.
Drinking the tea in one gulp. I kiss Galishia and Larissa before departing. Which is not of Girlande's liking, as she doesn't want to receive the same treatment, clearly angered at my inexistent relationship with Vosha.
With a short trip riding on the Majestic Gryphon, we hover Reveroth City, the horizon plagued with the gargantuan structure of Takctoor.
An edification of immaculated beauty despite its hostile design and vibe, showing vainglorious bearing with an edgy ferality.
This dissonance makes Takctoor even more attractive, and appealing to me, perfectly blending the serious and robust layout of a Combat Bunker, with a Luxurious Castle, to create a Millenary Stronghold, though it's an academy nowdays.
There is a multitude of queues at many entrances of the gigantic facility, with hundreds of thousands wanting, and waiting to join this institution, while i'm passing above them, presumably with preferential treatment.
"I hope you don't feel bad or think this is nepotism, Little Volttair…".
{How does Vosha knows?. Am i that easy to read. Or she has undergo this scenario with the reluctance shown by her others proteges?}.
"Don't bother with mundane trivialities, and give yourself some credit for your merits, gaining two Embryons already is nothing to scoff at. Most people stop trying to obtain their first at 35 years, even if there is no age limit".
{I can comprehend why the Embryon is so relevant. Not only does it allow the usage of the Relativistic Portal, it grants entry to more Enclosed Amalgams, and prevents being possessed by a Braddier…}.
{No, that's due to the Profession. Perhaps those who are unaware of their Professions cannot acquire Embryons. Or maybe should exist compatibility between the Person's and Embryon's Professions…}.
The Gryphon lands in what appears to be a large racetrack with stables, although the enormous size reveals the beasts resting inside.
Mega Fauna, of which i'm captivated by a beautiful Quetzal with violet lavender feathers.
"First time you've seen one, Little Volttair?".
"Something like that, Vosha. In my world they are small, and emerald green. I saw them alive from the last time in the aviary of a zoo i visited as a child with my mother. A few years later, they became extinct. Their habitat was destroyed when terrorists shattered the moon".
Natvoshka raises an eyebrow, pointing at one of the two natural satellites in the sky. "This «Terrorists» destroyed «That»?!".
"It's not accurate. They didn't blow it up completely, just a part, and while the immediate damage was severe, the repercussions are the worst. Not knowing when one of those pieces of debris will lose cohesion, fragmenting and suddenly changing its predestined course, it's kinda stressing, and overwhelming".
We continue towards Takctoor's reception, while Vosha keeps glancing to the moons, the idea of destroying something so big is clearly foreign to her, even when everyone in Loutharn can potentially tap into magical arts that could be much more devastating.
{What limitations are there on the use of the Emts and the abilities?. I remember hearing about cooldown time in Trok'Gayian. And the Cutlass ability employed by the Mirror Me had a constant deployment of six seconds between every attack}.
{But what about the fuel used to power the magic?. When does the Stats run out?. How do i know how much i've left?…}.
"Come on!. It's your turn, Little Volttair"…