The chattering and chirping of birds could be heard within the castle walls. The cacophony of peoples many voices whispering, laughing and singing. Their footsteps were filled with confidence as they trodded through the stone corridor flooring; Onofre would wave back at many strangers whenever she passed, and they all waved back with happy faces. They loved their queen, which wasn't a secret, and while they'd still question her actions in a way, they would do the same if one of her subordinates had behaved like that, as they saw her as nothing special compared to her subordinates.

To them, she was just another human; and perhaps that was a healthy and more real feeling to have than worship her without question—even though, at times, it could backfire, but as a result, Onofre became one with them.

'How far does their loyalty go, I wonder... perhaps enough to put themselves in danger.' In the end; Zabulus didn't have enough data, but as long as it worked out for them though, then whatever. 'Also, this queen...' He glanced sideways for a moment, pondering silently. 'That look in her eyes is a bit odd. It's a mix between guilt and sadness, I think. Do I say that? No... maybe...'

Pondering a bit further, he decided it wasn't a good idea to let her know that he could read her emotions.

"What're you thinking about?" A blunt question shot directly to her brain made the poor woman tense up a little bit before she answered, "I-It's nothin', just don't mind."

But why? It was obvious to her. Even the most minor details didn't slip past Zabulus—It's hard not to take note of what exactly the person in charge is thinking.

'She feels guilty for getting on my good side and tossing me to the wolves.' Is the only conclusion he could come to; "Yes, sure, sure, and...?"

"And what? What're ya talkin' 'bout, boyo?" Her face went back to the normal-ish calm look; as if that question never happened to begin with. "If ya're scared... I can escort ya." She said.

'Great, now that I'm feeling the doubt creep up, her acting just has to make matters worse, huh?' His thoughts kept coming, with the words running fast as light could be, "Well, it doesn't look that scary..."

"You dumbass, I'm escortin' ya already! So shut it—and that wasn't supposed to be a compliment..." She began moving again.

'Huh...' He thinks. 'As the day goes on, it starts to sound more like the first few days Guillerme spent with Alice, when he used to call her an idiot. Now, with that in mind, he did have a good reason for it—considering the fact Alice herself didn't hesitate to blow someone's face off or chop them up with a rusty axe or... just straight up eat them. I wonder how long till her words match her actions?' He then blurted out a thought, "Would you eat a person alive? Like Alice did?"

Onofre, upon hearing it, choked on her spit and nearly swallowed her own tongue, making her eyes water while trying not to gag. "...The what now?!? I mean... yeah, maybe!—Depends... Depends." Her reaction made him raise an eyebrow and ponder once more about why they're even having this conversation. 'What the HELL is this guy trying to pull here?!' Is all Onofre could muster after that ridiculous question popped out. 'Eating alive, come on, even I wouldn't do THAT! Of course not, wouldn't even hurt the soul unless the situation calls for it—I dunno if it will at some point though.'

As the two approached the end of the path, armored guards took notice, and made sure their weapons were proper, ready to defend the woman known as their queen.

"WE SWEAR OUR LIVES TO PROTECT THEE, YOUR HIGHNESS! TO DEFEND THE LAND, AND OBEY THINE WORD!" The first row shouted proudly.

"ALSO, YOUR MAJESTICAL COMMANDS!" The next one bellowed.

He looks down to a particular knight who's holding his lance and shield with an incredibly shaky hand. "Take up your position, boy! Fight like a man!!"

"YOUR HIGHNESS, FORGIVE THIS JUNIOR OF MINE!! HE JUST CAME OUT OF TRAINING!! IT WAS A LOUSY FIVE-DAY PROGRAM WITH ONLY BEDMATHS AND COMBAT SKILLS!! YOU'D THINK HE COULD AT LEAST HOLD HIS DAMN SPEAR!!!!!!" The general bellowed again, stomping and grabbing the junior's head from behind in his armored gauntlets.

"Oh, General Pherens, Go easy on your junior. How would it look if he was half dead? It would look bad! It wouldn't do his parents any justice and would put shame on his name... and my name, too. As queen, you must learn to show respect at ALL times. Even in war. For the last god damn time!!" An unexpected show of annoyance crossed her face when talking to this General Pherens...

'So that's his name, huh? Wait... what is a Bedmath? Is that a term to refer to a person's math-ability? Sounds too funny.'

The armored guardsmen all looked at Zabulus with scorned looks as he passed through the crowd of heavily armored men; he just gave one nod of acknowledgement back to them, while at the same time noticing that the young knight had a frightened expression.

'Maybe they know about me already, most likely. Considering everyone just so happens to somehow know about me from the get-go. Unless you're all connected by that strange telepathic power. And speaking of strange, the general who just called him out had some huge creature creep up on his face in broad daylight. It had the body of a scorpion or a turtle... shifting between both, the face of a hyena but no teeth showing—and the legs of a spider, yet he seemed more inhuman than I thought. Regardless... it was as if he didn't notice the presence; or any of them did. Weird stuff, huh?' He thought about it further. But figured now was time to enter that huge tower that goes into the blue.

After all, why does it have to be him who stares?

"Let's go." Onofre tells him quietly.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Yeah." And so, that was all there was to be said about the tower, as neither of them really gave any response beyond those words.

'What the fuck?' is what went through his mind as soon as they entered.

"The Tower of Babel; one of many in this kingdom world. You know not of who Babel is, but I betcha will soon enough..." The words said made the situation slightly less tense. "This is my main control tower, Err... I won't get into the details, because! Boyo! You're just not ready to handle this, and, quite frankly... You shouldn't have to anyway! Only me and the Librarians have the right to know. That's why I must complete my mission and then tell you! No other choice. Yeah, and sorry about this being so sketchy n' whatnot..." She ended her sentence in an unsure tone; wanting to explain more to her guest, but failing to find the proper way to do it.

"Alright, and what's the deal here?"

"I'm going to need yer flesh."

'Alice?!' He thought with a surge of nostalgia in his mind, 'Huh, guess all the similarities are coming together... at last. Something tells me that Onofre isn't some crazy lady though...'

"Are you ready for me yet, oh mortal? It seems your fate is finally set, for better or for worse!" Onofre spoke in a joking tone; the weight of what was happening didn't match the tone her mouth created.

The tower; bright white, literally every nook and cranny brimming with a single bright white color and lights—a floor of tiles, and the sound of high pitched lasers and crystal particles flashing rapidly, as if space-time was broken—this entire tower existed outside of anything normal; it was outside of the physical limits of the world and simply couldn't be explained.

It stood so tall even from the centre, that even when Zabulus 'looked' up, he saw the Blue. But for some reason; that Blue brought him fear.

Everywhere was so blinding, the luminosity of each and every white surface burned and hurt his 'eyes' so bad that a strong nausea came over his whole body—as a burning smell entered his lungs; something burnt down within him, and blood filled his body, causing his intestines to expand like an anaconda eating prey whole, which was then crushed as his body grew 5 times as large within a mere second or two.

"Boyo, you're just not used to the amount of 4th dimensional data storage that this tower keeps—every bit of information stored in a millisecond of this tower is beyond infinite times anything your brain could comprehend, and it could destroy you without the proper protection against it..." The voice sounded distant to the extreme as everything got blurry, yet everything was brought back with a single heartbeat as Onofre cast some sort of energy onto his 'brain'.

His balance was re-gained, and the whiplash felt less painful.

"To see this place is one thing... but to be able to talk about what it looks like... I don't know if a G- persons mind such as I would be able to understand these types of concepts easily... maybe?" He said.

Ccccchhhh!—An automated gate with four doors opened for them to enter the main area.

Everything else, everything he thought—it just dissipated in a flash. His vision became clear, and every movement ceased. All sounds stopped as he 'saw' a beautiful thing in front of him.

There were three glowing white balls that flew all around a massive screen floating. Each one dancing with a purpose, each one happily singing a tune; some words or otherworldly languages, it was impossible to distinguish their meaning, but it all flowed so nicely with the atmosphere.

One of them floated past his head and made a strange chipper squeal, its 'eyes' held bright neon blue, another held red pixels and the last had green flashing.

"These are Ylu, Ylur and Ylusev. In mind, at least. Their physical bodies are automatic guardians for a kaleidoscopic sort of thingamajig called the Primordial Soup, their existence provides balance to entire multiverses; would you believe that? These goofy balls of light can do things that even God would shudder in awe at! ... Or be mad, since they were supposedly created by accident after all. But, hey, who cares?"

"A God's... power?—"

"You... want to become the very thing that many believe to have created or governed over universes of existence? You're crazy! Haha! ... Well... I'm only slightly crazy myself, though." Onofre teased her guest while smiling to the point of grinning ear-to-ear, clearly enjoying the reaction he'd gotten. She thought the shocked reaction was hilarious.

But then suddenly, the red pixelated one grew big. It grew so big that the blue was covered with red.

Pach-chick

A chunk of Zabulus' left thigh was missing; replaced instead with a thin, twisted, and heavily bleeding gash. The red grew happy with its actions and grew small once again; holding that piece of his thigh.

There was no pain; there was no shock, he simply asked, "And... why? Am I dying now?"

"Oh, please... They only eat whatever they want sometimes, but... you're not shocked, or anything?" The words held concern as Onofre spoke them.

He thought nothing of it though, instead answering her question, "This is hardly anything. But tell me... what was that for?" He said as he keeled forward into his knee while still looking upwards at the three orbs that supposedly held several multiverses together.

"That was to provide 'proof' to the library that I killed you! Heh, well, it's basically forged and fake, because..." She walked towards him, placing a hand soon after on his missing thigh, a small yellow-ish light shone, as it grew brighter and the wound closed itself up; or rather, the chunks of flesh just regrew themselves and everything turned back to normal as though it was never even missing in the first place.

"Well, in any case; that was an experiment I wanted to try, but I didn't think they'd be the ones to go ahead and pull it. Maybe I should put the stopper back on the Triandicon and then find a replacement part, or maybe just leave it up until someone breaks their back... Anyway, so... don't get the wrong idea about anything! Those little orbs o' mine are absolutely harmless. Like cats that only snip you ever once in a great while."

'Would they?' Zabulus thought. "Guessing they wouldn't."

"It would take at least a few minutes to finish, even at their peak power... They need their own 'charge time', you see, before they could really take you down, but then again... It's not needed. Just, let's get out of this room."

"I want to see more of this tower, though." Taking a bit of initiative; his words caused Onofre to stop before she left the room and look back in surprise.

'He... actually took interest in something?' "Really? Well, alright then. Since you showed an interest, I could take ya to where the good stuff lies. To where the gods walk, or where they died—they've all seen better days, honestly, but I mean... all is good there. Ya want to see it? Even the old world?"

'The old world?' He pondered. "Do you mean the past?"

"Well... no... I'm not that powerful... but! This tower sure is! Something like that."

With that, she motioned him out of the place.

...

A few minutes later... after a dozen failed attempts to open some doors...

"Welcome to the Kaleidoscope Room!"