Four-Meiyal
> “We couldn’t use Emerald Guidance to its full potential. Doesn’t mean we can’t use it.” ~Elizzel
Elizzel couldn’t believe what was happening. Frein was debating with himself. She could hear not just two voices of the Visitor, but multiple. A vague cacophony of arguments that never settled on a point.
What if she’s dead? That’s not going to happen. Impossible.
She got swallowed whole! She’s the goddamned strongest Meiyal Arts practitioner in the whole goddamned country!
Doesn’t mean she’s immortal! Will you fucking shut it?
I’m getting a little too worked up. Where the hell is she? I swear if she’s dead, that’s it.
That’s impossible.
I’m going to kill everyone. I’m going to end this fucking world, its heaven, its hell, and whatever else is connected to it.
“Calm down.” The voices were so numerous and convoluted that Elizzel almost missed the real Frein mumble to himself. “Calm the fuck down and get to her first.”
The faunel couldn’t say a thing. For one, the rate at which Frein Gathered, Milled, and Drew, had taken her off guard. It was so drastic and reckless that she was surprised he hadn’t hit Art fatigue yet. What in Brymeia did Schrodie teach him?
All she knew was that his Siffera were emphasized to its utmost limits the moment they saw Katherine vanish into the jaws of that cursed Nightmare.
Despite Frein verbally trying to calm himself down, he only seemed to exacerbate the chaotic voices in his head. They spewed death threats indiscriminately, named names, and spouted illogical and immature complaints to anything and everything.
It was eerily terrifying.
Anything she wanted to say to help got caught in her throat. She realized how feeble a help words would be in this desperate situation. So, she kept her silence and concentrated to stave off the Nightmare’s weak influence away from Frein’s mind. If they were in the Void Region proper, this would have been an insane and impossible task. Then again, his thoughts alone were enough for her to question his sanity.
“Sorry you had to hear all that, Eli,” Frein—the real one—said telepathically. “Normally, I have it all under control.”
Elizzel risked a question. “Have what under control exactly?”
“My rage.”
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Frein slammed himself on a tree. A sturdy tree but dripping with Nightmare. Had it been a natural one, he would’ve taken the extra second needed to go around it. This one didn’t deserve his time. The force of impact promptly ripped its roots off the ground and it fell a few meters away from where it stood. He just kept running as if nothing happened.
His concentration at skipping over tree branches had fallen off, and rather than try again, Frein simply dashed on a straight line, getting rid of anything that crossed his path. Be it a tree or a lesser Nightmare made no difference to him and his speed. They all were simply blown away once he shoved an arm at them.
Siffera was a true blaze within his meiyal system. One fine Meiyal Art he wholeheartedly devoted himself to master. One Meiyal Art he undoubtedly trusted to serve him.
It wasn’t enough.
No matter how much meiyal he poured to emphasize the Art, it simply wouldn’t provide him with any more strength.
His desperation dripped into Elizzel through their connection. Shame crept in, but he shoved it away. This Faunel Tether enabled him to Gather and Mill within the Nightmare Lands, things would’ve been more difficult if not for her. He didn’t care if the faunel found out all about his deepest shames, fears, and secrets so long as she could help. Frein didn’t have anything to hide from her anyway.
“Fine,” Elizzel said through the Tether. “If we’re betting on your desperation and rage anyway, we might as well go all in. Open your Display.”
“How?”
“Remember your Exhibit? Draw it into reality.”
The Exhibit formed true in his mind. It was nothing like a pattern for a Meiyal Art. Instead, the visualization was a complete representative of the entire tour he had a while ago. His overexaggerated and unrealistic Mills, his Emerald Guidance on the upper left-hand side corner, brimming with verdant shine, the overabundance of cases and pedestals, and the rest of the clean white emptiness.
He pushed his meiyal into the vivid image and a spark of reality formed on his back like a shining halo. A red circle pushed forth, slightly larger than his head. Within this new reality, a small green symbol appeared, representing the activation of the Emerald Guidance. With it, he felt the integrated material kick into action, and his meiyal became eager.
“With this Color of Power, you add a third meiyal component to your Mill,” Elizzel began to explain. “This will result on a quality of meiyal, you’ve never seen or felt before. The effects of it on your Meiyal Arts, of course, will be tremendously different. You might need some time to get used to it, but we’re betting here.”
“Thank you,” Frein said, as he began to pay attention to his Milling. The mixture of three different meiyal—his own, the portion he Gathered from Brymeia, and the abundance provided by the Emerald Guidance—was thick and heavy. Processing them, flattening them, mixing them, and combining them through his convoluted Perpetual-Layered Milling form became a mild task, like running a ladle through syrup.
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There was indeed a significant change in his meiyal. He wanted to use it right away, but he eagerly directed his attention to Kristel and Enza first.
They had followed him without question. And since the yuma didn’t interject with his path, it seemed that they were going in the right direction.
“Enza,” he began as they continued running at great speeds. “I’m trying something new and I might end up leaving you behind. Make sure to keep the Princess in the right direction. Once you’re done with that, keep yourself safe and only help after you make sure it won't cause any troubles. Understand?”
“Copy that,” the yuma barked. It might've been because of the rate at which she grew, but Frein noticed just now how much she had overgrown him. At this rate, just a few more days and she would be larger than a horse.
“Are you using Emerald Guidance?” Kristel asked. She dropped from a nearby tree and kept pace with him. “I don’t know what it does, but are you sure you can control it?”
“We’re going fast, but I don’t think we’re fast enough,” Frein explained. “Not one Forest Jaws showed up from where we were. Pretty sure they’re ganging up on her. I have to risk it.”
The Princess said no complaints.
“Wait,” Elizzel called out. “We’re not done yet.”
“What do you mean?”
“Remember, Frein. I’m also made out of meiyal.”
A fourth component dripped into his Mill and the syrup became a sludge. He ran the viscous combination through his Perpetual-Layered Milling form and it threatened the entire process to stop. Almost immediately, it began to ease.
Elizzel was helping him Mill.
“I owe you big time, Eli,” he said to the faunel, sending all his gratitude within their connection. He smothered her in it. She reciprocated with embarrassment.
“You do,” she said. “I expect thanks in return.”
“Like what?”
“Food. If we live through this, you will offer me a significant portion of your meiyal every day for my sustenance.”
“Deal. As long as we’re together, I’ll let you eat as much as you want.”
“Don’t say it like that. It’s too embarrassing.”
“No time for that.”
With a significant amount of the four-meiyal combination Milled, Frein poured it through his Siffera and emphasized the Art.
The world around him changed. The Meiyal Art had never been so obedient to him like this before. True to its real purpose, it enhanced every aspect of Frein’s being without him trying to focus. His senses were heightened to an absurd sensitivity that the small amount of light felt like staring directly at the sun. The sound of their rushed dashing was like thunder. The acrid smell of dirt, decay, refuse, and everything else around them assaulted him. Even the wind felt like sandpaper to his skin.
Almost immediately, he got used to them. Siffera made it seem like he had those senses from the moment he was born. Within a second, it became second nature.
It all coalesced into a slow-moving harmony of information as his thought process became capable of interpreting them at high speeds. He could focus on a point of interest and study and observe it at length in a span of a second or two.
Even his predictions were improved drastically.
He leaped at a tree branch and knew exactly how to land to continue skipping. He accelerated with every step, causing the force to rip apart each unfortunate tree that served as his boosting platforms.
As predicted, he left Kristel and Enza instantly. It almost seemed like he was flying. Frein rode the wave of power and beelined straight for Katherine.
The trees had cleared to an opening of dirt and nothingness. There, he saw it.
She was still far in the horizon, but Frein clearly saw The Lady of the Void focusing on her Samesia, her own Display opened in reality. In front of her stood three Jaws Lurking in the Forest, each larger than the first—larger than Elizzel was in that form—as though they stood in line in order of weight class. Behind her was a formation of a dense mist cloud, a combination of blue and purple swirling maliciously as if it was stalking prey.
Frein took one more step and poured a hefty amount of four-meiyal into his Siffera. He blasted off like a rocket straight to the nearest Forest Jaws. In that single step, he cleared the distance between him and the Nightmare. It wasn’t even allowed to react when the Visitor slammed his entire momentum on it, bashing it with his empowered shoulder.
The impact brought with it a crashing sonic boom. This Nightmare, a pseudo-dragon that weighed like a mountain, was propelled into the air like nothing. It collided against its companions and they were all pushed back, their fall causing entire clouds of dirt and dust.
“Frein?” Katherine asked.
He couldn’t turn to her. One of the Forest Jaws had already recovered, its fiery fangs—different from what he knew but didn’t exactly take him by surprise at this point—spewing sparks over its smaller brethren. He had to keep eye contact. Siffera expanded his presence, making him seem bigger than the one literally thousands of times larger than himself.
“Come here,” he responded instead. “Let me fix your Art fatigue.”
The Lady of the Void slowly approached him. Frein saw the bloody and smoky mess she was in as soon as she slipped into his periphery. It made controlling his rage all the more difficult.
“You’re scaring me,” Katherine said as she held his face, her back completely turned towards the three Nightmares that loomed over them.
One of them twitched, and Frein instantly locked on it, pinning it down with just an overwhelming stare.
Katherine recoiled away from him.
She wore that face. A face of arousal. High in her own fatigue, her near-death, her overstimulated blood levels due to Samesia replacing the amount she lost, and then the sudden relief from his arrival.
Frein knew, at the heart of this woman, deemed by her entire nation as the strongest practitioner alive, she longed to be taken by the ecstasy of fear, stimulated by the possibility of death. She lusted for a partner that could match her own intimidating presence, overpower it even.
She wanted to be scared.
Frein knew exactly what to do. He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into his lips, locking them together. Immediately, Katherine assaulted him with her desires and he concentrated on streaming his four-meiyal through their intimate connection. Assistance through external Milled meiyal had always been the way Katherine fixed his Art fatigue during the time he trained in Schrodie’s Realm. She had even used it back on Earth the day he almost died.
“I…this is too much!” Elizzel couldn’t bear her own embarrassment heightened by Katherine’s uncharacteristic moans.
The Lady of the Void wrapped herself around him, drinking more than just his meiyal. Her rhythmic, humping movements spoke for her desires while her meiyal system took advantage of the rejuvenating energies it was receiving. Katherine’s Samesia went into overdrive.
All the while, Frein kept the three Forest Jaws at bay with just one unblinking death glare.
Long minutes passed without any of the Nightmares moving. Only Katherine’s lecherous moans and rhythmic movements disturbed the silence as she humped on Frein like a pole whose sole purpose was to help her get off.
He fed her his meiyal and ignored Elizzel until the Lady of the Void, high, aroused, excited, and drunk in damning emotions and stimulations, finally climaxed.
She had stained both their trousers, but neither of them cared.
“I never knew…” Katherine failed to finish as she gasped for air. “This is addicting. What did you just feed me?”
“I’ll explain later,” Frein replied. “Are you okay now?”
Katherine glowed a renewed woman. She turned to the three Forest Jaws, flexed her meiyal system, and Drew her Siffera into reality. Space bent against the sheer weight of the Art’s expression. It lasted for a few seconds until reality began to accept and adjust.
“I’ve never been better. I don’t think my own meiyal can satisfy me anymore.” She made a wide, satisfied smile, kissing Frein on his cheek as gratitude before returning to the problem. “So, which one do you want?”
“You can handle those three,” Frein began and faced backwards, turning his attention towards the mist. “Kristel will be here soon. She can assist you.”
Without further explanation or waiting for a response, he stepped into the mist.
“I’ll handle this one.”
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