Chapter 82: The Seventh Day On The Third Timeline Attempt
"Looks like things went the same as you planned it, Kivas," Samael said with a small yet prideful smile.
"Hey now, Sammy, you’re going to inflate my sister’s ego this way," Blanchette said with her usual wide and creepy smile.
Kivas could be seen standing with both arms open and palms aimed to the soil, attuning to the land with the new threshold of divinity that she had accumulated until now.
"It’s not like everything is fully attributed to me," Kivas anxiously chuckled. "You took part in the plan creation, and it’s not like I’m the one who does everything."
"You need to be prideful of your achievement," Yoiglah bellowed. "You took accountability for your insight and searched for the needed key to make it all happen."
"Praise bombings won’t work on me, you know?" Kivas sighed with a smile. "The scattered but unified Vaingall might be my idea, but everything that happens on the Karasu Association site can be fully traced to Samael’s effort."
The seventh day of Kivas’ continued survival rose beneath a sky veiled in streaks of violet mist.
Vaingall’s breath pulsed with strange rhythm—its land no longer merely resisting distortion, but folding itself into organized intent.
The soil accepted her influence fully now. The wind carried meaning. The divine signatures embedded in the shrine’s radius resonated with a low, harmonic pulse that extended into the surrounding region like veins filled with slowly circulating ink.
And somewhere deep beneath that rhythm, the threads of a new alliance had begun to solidify.
Living Black Clouds entered one of the pieces conjoined through many other pieces of intentionally scattered Vaingall.