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Chapter 1245: Breaking Boundaries

Chapter 1245: Breaking Boundaries

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Across the drape of time carrying Aigas during the Second Grand War, when Fulgardt's forces inspired terror and caused unsavoury cults and ideas to form; the other drape projecting the time following the departure of Quintess and Listafelle, when obscure horrors invaded Aigas from the great void, and the present Aigas, millions of beings kissed by the powers of [Just Light] could be seen.

Millions of them, possessed by the Soul Spawn, creatures released through Skullius' [Greatest Antiphon of Malignance] to attach to targets, turning them into Masterpieces, stood on standby.

Because it was the Stolen Angel that held all of Skullius' Insurgent Magnus skills, Replicus hadn't been able to release all these millions of people the Hybrid Luman had taken control of during their fight from the grasp of the skill.

Well, he would be glad he didn't soon.

These Masterpieces, some taken from common families, some from the Capital Service, or from the Sif, looked into the distance collectively; in same direction. They were gazing at the location where Skullius' energy signature was greatest: the great toxic pit in the present Aigas.

But they weren't the only ones who could see the great pit, or least the heavy pillar toxic fumes rising from it.

Just like how people from the present Aigas could see through the drapes of past times, the opposite was true as well.

There was fascination brimming in the eyes of many curious, ambitious combatants.

They could discern that something was wrong with the world, that it had been split.

Time had been messed with.

Some had a mind to fix it.

Some had a mind to explore.

Those that attempted to cross from their time into the next found it quite difficult. Crossing into another time, even if you could see it beyond your eyes wasn't a simple affair.

The more skilled among the beings eyeing the other times soon discovered a way to cross, however.

Their Nitros brimmed from their bodies and exploded violently to coat them, creating Imaginary GeoScapes that lathered over their skins like lotion. They donned their Majestic Territories; their own, smaller scale worlds with smaller scale Rules.

With their especially fierce powers cladding them with the kind of Divine energy which mimicked how the Deities created Aigas in the first place, they managed to enter different times unhindered and unharmed.

"Why is the mana so thin here? Even the atmosphere is feeble. Are we still in Aigas or are we in some abominable Cluster that managed to spread itself over it?" a slender yet tall woman said, her body crackling with Nitros so potent that it warped the space around her.

"This is Aigas for sure. Though, I'm tempted to doubt that Feinheath could ever feel so... boring. Why does the ground feel so lifeless?" another woman said. She was built like a brick, stocky and even. She too had on a layer of Nitros that would have crippled an entire city with the reverberations of its concentrated might alone.

Behind the two, and the eight other women looking around with expressions of boredom and disgust, space and time were mending themselves from how they had been ripped open to allow these individuals passage.

Two more people seemed to be passing through though.

Space and time bulged and burst as a muscular yet curvy woman adorned in a scaly plate armour with nine overlapping tassets at the waist came through. She had great shaggy locks of dirty blonde hair that formed a mane around her head and a terrifying look to her large, inhumane eyes.

"Did you say this was some kind of manipulation of time, Marileen? Oh, yes! This could be the future or the past, right?" the beast of a woman said greedily. She towered over her mates by at least two full heads. Her eyes eagerly drank in the sights and sounds. She took a great whiff of the air and a fierce, bestial look appeared on her face. She grinned and her face looked no different to that of a furious lion. "Where are all the damn men?! I can't wait to get a hold of some new flesh and bone!"

"I don't suppose this is the past. It's probably the future. Mana density in the atmosphere could have only declined as the years gone," another one of the women said, ignoring the bestial fiend's remarks. "If that is the case, I'm afraid there might not be anything worthwhile here."

"Who cares? I'm fine as long as we don't have to be hunted down. It doesn't seem like anyone will follow us here," another said.

The space and time behind them burst again and another woman crossed over.

Unlike the others, she had a grace to her that completely hid away her true nature, masking it with soft, feminine quality of the highest order. One might have thought she was some kind of Priest.

"Yes, I don't suppose we will have any tails here. If it indeed is the future, I wonder if what we've only just begun to work on in our time has already been claimed in this one," she said, and the other eleven women snapped in her direction, intrigue in their eyes.

"I didn't think of that. You think someone already inherited our legacy if this is the future?" one of them asked the graceful woman.

"Perhaps. They would persist over time, immortal. They could be here," she replied, looking at the skies with a calm smile. The pupils in her eyes had a rather strange shape. They looked a lot like arrows. "But that is a thought for a little later. For now, I do wonder how much the male population has recovered. Shall we have a tour, ladies?"

The question was met with eagerness and bloodlust. The twelve women walked forth, their bodies burning with a storm of powers foreign to the current Aigas. Well, somewhat foreign.

But they weren't the only ones.

From another corner...

From another timeline just beyond theirs, a figure quite literally burning with vicious crimson energy burst through the boundary between times.

It didn't employ a Territory to achieve this feat.

It did not need to.

As a being that had transcended Divinity, it had that luxury.

The flames burning its sockets flared furiously and it stabbed its great sword into the ground.

A burst of air shuttled from its mouth.

"Master Soumei will be pleased," it said.

Another enemy had arrived: a Doom Knight fresh from the ranks of an Arch-Lich.