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Chapter 5264: The Gilded Legion
Berserker Mbaku had stood in front of many legions over his life.
This one felt...grand!
He stood at the forward edge of the golden clearing and looked back across it. One hundred Silurian Ragnars occupied the left flank, their formations tight and identical, each face wearing the same brutal expression on the same face, the mass-produced perfection of them both impressive and faintly unsettling even to someone who’d worked alongside them before.
The nine hundred Silurian Ira Gilded Ones behind them moved with the disciplined restlessness of warriors who had been told to wait and were tolerating it. Five hundred Silurian Superbius Gilded Ones held the center, their bearing erect, their Existential Radiation pressing outward through the golden air of the clearing.
The ten Devonian Ragnars stood apart from their Silurian counterparts in the way that things operating at a different tier always stood apart. His own Devonian standing recognized theirs.
The ten Sororis Primas were distributed through the formation. Each carried the Devonian authority alongside their Custodes that made them the backbone of what this Legion was rather than ornament added to it.
Above the clearing, ten massive oval vessels floated in the arrangement the Avaritia engineering houses had long ago determined was optimal. The Avaritia had designed them, as they designed everything the other designations relied on without acknowledging the reliance. The vessels were golden, flattened at their bases and curved through their upper architecture into the oval shape that provided maximum internal volume for the Legion’s components. Their surfaces caught the ambient light of THE Braneworld and held it, the gold warm rather than blinding.
Mbaku rolled his shoulders. His half-bull frame settled into its combat posture without requiring instruction, it had been doing that for eons, the body making the preparation while the mind handled the assessment. Three Prime Cause integrations burned in his foundations with the quiet readiness of capabilities that had been integrated long enough to feel like physiology rather than technique.
He was sweeping the formation when something snagged his attention and held it.
Behind the third Sororis Prima from the left. A group that hadn’t been in any briefing he’d received, positioned just far enough inside the Legion’s formation to belong to it and just conspicuously enough assembled to not quite blend into it.
He looked at them.
A young man with purple-gold hair stood toward the front, his fair skin covered in archaic crimson tattoos that shifted position while Mbaku watched. His pupils were gold and blue at once, burning simultaneously, and a loose crown of Observable Force orbited his head without resting on it. He was looking at everything in the clearing with the careful attention of someone assembling a thorough picture of a situation they had not expected to find themselves in.
Beside him, a woman with crimson hair that moved without any wind present and eyes that held the brightness of someone who already knew how things were going to go. She emanated nothing. No power signature, no Cause expression, no ambient pressure of any kind.
The one-eyed man behind her had obsidian skin over a frame that communicated nothing decorative, and there was a woman with fiery green hair and a green dress emanated verdant holy light in slow waves that felt nurturing and wrong simultaneously, her face covered by a blindfold.
A slime, and a man with rivers of golden Infinity orbiting him.
Lastly, a petite woman’s eyes moved across every surface in the clearing in rapid calculating passes, the intelligence behind them her most dominant feature. She held the tension of someone whose instincts had been right enough times that ignoring them was no longer something she considered. She was...the one who looked the oddest to him as Mbaku could almost say she was a Bounded Lifeform.
Since when did Bounded Lifeforms begin walking freely in THE Braneworld Observable Existence?
Mbaku looked at this group for a long moment as it truly felt out of place
Most of them he couldnt feel the auras of, which meant they were either Devonian...or had stepped onto THE Fourth Scale of Existence. Which was not realisitic for them to be behind the scenes and not leading this Legion.
Then he shook his head.
He didn’t question the Sororis Prima they stood behind. By extension, he didn’t question THE Magna Sorora, which meant he didn’t question the presence of beings in this formation that he couldn’t immediately classify.
He had served long enough to know that the things he couldn’t classify were frequently the Magna Sorora’s business and only incidentally his.
He looked forward.
HUUM!
Sororis Prima Elizabeth descended from the upper air of the clearing and the formation held its posture with the automatic discipline of a Legion in the presence of its commander.
She was unhurried. She looked across the assembled force with eyes that caught the ambient gold of the vessels above and returned it colder.
"Stand ready and proud." Her voice reached the formation’s full extent without being raised. "Stand ready... for we do not make mistakes."
The golden vessels above began buzzing.
A Legion had formed, ready to descend into the lower Observable Existence.
What most of them hadn’t registered... what Mbaku had noticed and filed without questioning and what the broader formation had not noticed at all...was the group standing behind one of the ten Sororis Primas.
They were odd, those beings. They were odd in ways that didn’t resolve cleanly into any category the Gilded framework provided.
Very few beings, if any, in THE Braneworld knew the truth of it: that almost all of these odd unknown beings who were now part of this Gilded Legion...didn’t belong in this time and era.
Several didn’t belong in this Observable Existence at all.
Among them, two were particularly worth noting.
The woman with the rapid calculating eyes was watching everything with suspicion.
And the young man with the purple-gold hair and the shifting tattoos and the crown of orbiting Observable Force was watching everything carefully, composedly, with the attention of someone who had come here with intentions he was not broadcasting.
His name...was Achilles Adrastia!