Chapter 2429
In front of him, Neveah burned through all her emotional force and Willpower, hammering back the convoy of books in a surge of power. In terms of ferocity and violence, even Randidly felt a bit taken aback as flecks of spit flew from the mouth of the newly evolved Tiamat. She held nothing back.
The image manifestation warped space as it physically bludgeoned back a storm of time. While lacking in shape, emotion granted her power.
Because when Randidly looked into the wild eyes of the image, what he saw was Neveah’s grief. Her pain from so long watching him toss his body in front of threats, of stepping up in the face of impossible monsters, fighting and struggling to create the glimmer of a miracle, while so many people relied upon him to do so, over and over again. Of being forced to observe blood leaking from his wounds and tears leaking from his eyes.
For all the long nights Neveah waited for whether or not Randidly would finally make a mistake and crumple, Tiamat radiated power. She blazed and unleashed all the pent-up dread that his Soulbound partner had been forced to bear.
She howled without restraint. The temporal convoy sputtered and stalled out. The sharp edge of her sincerity dominated at the height of her fever pitch. A moon whipped around but Tiamat flexed a wing to deflect it. Her claws carved the opportunity Randidly had been waiting for.
Within the inner sanctum, the carefully crafted frame of Engravings hummed in satisfaction. He nudged a few lines into place, replaced a few inefficient patterns, and felt the whole begin to breathe like an organism. The deep pool of significance swirled slightly, but Randidly concentrated his attention on the deepest drop at the bottom of the pool, which began to form a translucent orb.
He spoke to his Nether Core, still hesitant about the incompatibility. Is this choice really not enough for a Penance? To spend the rest of my days healing the deep wounds of time underneath the Nexus?
The spinning core wobbled out a clear and emphatic answer; it was not enough. His significance even gave a sympathetic twinge. Randidly’s expression tightened. His mind fluttered through a series of other options. He thought of other meanings his Penance’s could move through, ways he could become a better variation of himself. Or ways he could prove his value to the Alpha Cosmos. Ways that Randidly could even make up for all the sins he had committed in the eyes of Neveah, so long ignoring his own happiness in order to try and create a future for his followers.
But he reached and found only half-formed ideas. Ahead of him, the temporal convoy began to force back Neveah’s desperate assault. Randidly’s brain whirled, searching for an answer to this question-