Chapter 63: Blessed Divine Constructs, And Planting Shrines All Over The Places
Yoiglah’s massive head tilted, his half-lidded eyes narrowing toward the two Limbo Tier Divine Constructs standing in silent formation at either side of Kivas and Samael.
Their forms shimmered faintly under the moonlight—humanoid silhouettes composed of granular void and embers, etched with the shape of Samael’s spirit, or maybe darkness.
"The constructs," Yoiglah said slowly, "are they tethered directly to you, Samael?"
Samael tilted her head and replied with deliberate calm. "They are me. Fragments molded from the Well of my Soul. Each one is a piece I choose to allow to exist, and yet they stand as autonomous vessels...
"As this Renenutet beside me said, I’m now akin to a queen of a naked mole rat."
"Now you’re just making it sound as if I’m slandering you," Kivas wryly quipped.
"To put it into perspective," one of the constructs spoke then, its voice sharing the cadence of Samael’s, though slightly higher in tone. "Even if we are destroyed, it will not harm our Divine Hive. Our bodies are matterless, in a sense that we don’t really exist in the same way a normal entity does."
Yoiglah’s immense gaze lingered on them both. "So you are beings who think, feel, and act, with your own essence—yet severable. You possess conscience, identity, and mind, and yet no risk to the one who made you."
The constructs nodded in eerie synchrony.
"We’re nothing but positive!" said construct number one.
"It’s all because of the Divine Hive’s vast essence and wisdom!" said construct number two.