Chapter 70: The Crimson Helot
The seed-formed projection trembled once, then split.
The initial window bloomed outward, fragmenting like an unfolding lotus.
Petals of vision diverged and rotated in geometrical layers, each forming a separate view—ten, twenty, more than thirty different screens, each depicting a different angle across Vaingall’s wild terrain.
In every one of those windows, the same pattern unfolded.
Each cluster of invading Crimson Helot now faced its own sentinel—a Blessed Limbo Tier Divine Constructs stood silently before them, one per confrontation, forming a divine cordon that refused to bend.
In some windows, the Constructs hovered like guardian saints, glyphs coiling around their limbs like prayer-brands made tangible. In others, they were rooted into the ground like living statues of judgment, surrounded by terrain already warped under their influence.
Kivas’ eyes narrowed, overwhelmed by the sheer simultaneity of violence waiting to happen. Her eyes scanned left to right, watching the numbers shift, witnessing the outlines of Divine Constructs locking into aggressive postures.
"...Did you make more of them?" she asked, turning her gaze to Samael with cautious disbelief. "And blessed them as well?"
"Yes," Samael replied casually. "There are currently thirty Blessed Limbo Tier Divine Constructs."
Kivas glanced back toward the projection. "So with the five unblessed ones from the first day, that makes... thirty-five total, huh."
Samael nodded. "Correct. I’m still connected to those fives as well."