Chapter 42: Recuperation
The air beyond the sealed Xenorealm was heavy with the silence of the aftermath.
No one said a word for several minutes. Samael stood still, eyes cast toward where the portal had once hung like an open wound, preparing in case that the Xenos planned to blast through the seal from the other side.
When the Xenos of the Xenorealm decided to pass through the gate and invade Fathomi, the Void Hunter Association referred to it as a False Banquet.
A False Banquet was quite a danger on its own. Not only that Fathomi would get tainted and might start to apply a foreign rule that it saw from the other side, but the Xenos would also become the inhabitants of Fathomi, which means that they would acquire all of the benefits of being a Fathomi’s inhabitants.
The Xenos would acquire their own Well of the Soul, they would also become ageless and devoid of time entropy. A certain type of Xenos might take advantage of this and become much stronger than they were supposed to be.
"...They aren’t pursuing us," Samael sighed in relief.
"Finally..."
Kivas sat with her back against a support beam, breathing steadily. Azulus laid nearby, wrapped in her own fatigue, eyes half-lidded but awake.
Time passed slowly until Azulus stirred.
She sat up with minimal grace, her body still drained but her will clicking back into place.
"I’m no longer limp," Azulus said, standing with effort and walking toward the storage recess hidden within the wall behind the outpost that had established near the entrance of the Xenorealm.