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Chapter 4223: Bobby! II
His eyes, wide and filled with a wild, almost feral light, snapped towards them. His jaw dropped. "Liora?"
"Father!" Liora cried, a wave of pure, unrestrained joy washing over her. She rushed forward, phasing through the bars of the cage and throwing her arms around him in a fierce embrace.
But at the same time...
HUUM!
"WHO DARES?!"
A booming shout echoed through the void. The aura of a Duke of Law, a power of at least 30 Trillion, flared from above.
Soon after, hundreds of Honored and Prime Living Laws appeared, their white garbs a stark contrast to the darkness of the void.
The Duke, a woman of cold, breathtaking beauty, was shocked to first sense and then see a group of foreign Dukes in her prison, and she attacked instantly!
White Living Law Authority erupted from her, and above each of Henry’s party, a massive white scale, the very symbol of judgment, appeared, seeking to crush them!
Bob paled, his eyes wide with terror. He held his daughter close, his body tensing as a swarm of black tentacles began to surge from his back, ready to reveal his own dark secret to protect her. But before he could...
"It’s okay."
Henry’s voice was a calm, steady anchor in the storm. He smiled, a perfect echo of his father’s own confident, tyrannical grin.
He didn’t even move. Bob watched in shock as first, his own daughter, his precious Liora, looked up in anger.
"Who dares interrupt my reunion with my father?!" she roared, and with a single tap of her finger, a torrent of white-gold Origin flames erupted upwards, seeking to melt the very concept of judgment.
At the same time...
Lilith stepped forward.
"Demonic Chains," she purred, and from her, chains of pure, binding Origin authority shot up, intending to shatter the scales.
Ayame followed, a radiant smile on her face. "Sun of Helios," she called, and a miniature white-gold sun, blazing with the heat of a Wheel’s core, rose to meet the attack.
Lodovico, the quiet sculptor, took out a simple chisel and struck the air, a conceptual blow that sent cracks racing up the descending scales!
And finally, the Bard of Quintessence, the simian being with fur of white-gold, struck a single, resonant note on his lute. A wave of pure, terrifying melody crashed upwards!
And amidst it all, the Young Inevitability, with a happy, gurgling sound, sent its own writhing tentacles into the fray, eager to devour everything.
The combined assault of these newly-minted Dukes was a symphony of destruction.
The Duke of Law’s attack was not just pushed back; it was annihilated.
The massive scales shattered, and the shockwave of their power ripped through the very sky of the Juridical Sanctum, tearing the prison itself in half in this area!
Amidst this shocking display of power, Henry looked at Bob and Liora.
He was about to tell them it was time to go when he heard a familiar voice of his Father in his mind, a calm, commanding whisper from across the Folds.
’Stay for a little while longer. Fight the Dukes that come. Get some experience.’
HUUM!
Henry was astonished. But he listened, and he nodded. He turned to his companions, a wide smile on his face.
"Okay, everyone," he announced, his voice filled with a joyous, battle-hungry light!
"We will stay a little bit longer and have a training exercise."
Bob heard this, and his mind reeled. "What?" he cried, his voice a mixture of incredulity and disbelief. "No, we must leave before-"
Henry turned to him and shook his head calmly. "Father wants us to have this training exercise, so we will have it. After that, we’ll go."
A training exercise. He had truly called this a training exercise.
Bob turned to his daughter, expecting to see some semblance of common sense, some urgency to leave.
But... huh? He blinked, looking at her.
She was gazing at Henry, a radiant, smiling, almost adoring look on her face, a look he did not like at all!
He protectively wrapped his arms around his daughter, his own gaze turning cautious as he looked at Henry.
Was someone trying to get their hands on his precious daughter?!
He couldn’t affirm things right now, but the Inevitability within him buzzed with a hungry light as he remembered his ailment and pulled back from his daughter slightly.
Right. There was still the ordeal of the Mutated Inevitability inside him he had to deal with to make sure he didn’t hurt anyone around him!
In the Folds of the Living Laws, a prison break and training exercise continued.
But in another location, a prison break has already occured as the one who used to be prisoner had been whisked away!
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Far from any known locations.
In a veiled weaving of Existence.
Schrodinger and the entity he supported arrived not with a bang, but with the quiet sigh of displaced reality.
One moment, they were in the chaotic, war-torn skies of the Transcendent Origin Folds, and the next, their feet touched the dark, damp sand of a world that had forgotten the sun.
Murky, listless waters sloshed behind them, a sea the color of old bruises.
Ahead, a massive, continental-sized landmass stretched to a horizon that was lost in a perpetual, colorless twilight.
It had the bones of an Early Veiled Shore, the grand, impossible scale of a place forged by primordial power. But it was a skeleton, a memory.
It had none of the vibrant, white-gold brilliance, none of the teeming, vivid life!
Grand, ancient structures, their architecture echoing the abodes of Early Creatures, rose like monuments to a forgotten age, their surfaces worn smooth by eons of a wind that carried no scent of life.
In some regions of the vast continent, plots of farmland had been cleared, and a few, hardy-looking Sacred Herbs were being cultivated, but the very soil seemed harsh, tired, and not conducive to growth.
This was a place of struggle, a sanctuary built on the edge of oblivion!
And yet, it was not empty. The air was thick with the auras of tens of thousands of scattered lifeforms, a shocking, impossible congregation of all ten different types of Living Existences!