After a few longer lectures about the world and its mechanisms, Onofre and Zabulus exited the room.

'No more... No more of this ever again!' Zabulus' head hurt just like a normal person's would. Not because of Onofre's weirdness, but more so because the sheer magnitude of knowledge he had learned would've caused anyone else's mind to just... fall apart.

It's just because of the number of things that would not make sense. He could try and rationalise it—perhaps; though, even for that it seemed more nonsensical.

As a result, the conversation ended.

They both had fallen silent until halfway through a white corridor that had many gates; she spoke again.

"Spunk! You seem more lifelike than you used to be..." She looked back towards him. "Something changed, huh? Your head's hanging low, yet your attitude's gone sky high." She turned her face forwards as she smiled; satisfied.

He lifted his head and looked forward at her with a smug expression and followed by words, "So... what if?"

"We were done! Everything's fine now."

"About the false proof? I'd sure hope so. I'd be... How you say it... uh... Well..." He raised his eyebrows as he tried to put a finger on the feeling that was called 'Gratitude', a feeling he'd never felt before. Thus he was unable to complete his sentence.

"Are you maybe... Thankful? Or... aw shucks, Boyo! Yer making me blush!" Her expression never really changed, despite the words.

"It was quite the generous thing you did... No, really..." He gave out an amused, soft sigh. "Though, you still keep avoiding giving out anything major to this conversation... but... it's alright. I suppose, but please let me ask you: who, if not you, would willingly protect this place? I suppose there are... things. Others like you who wish for their own power, or whatever the excuse is—but from what I see, only you've been trying to help me out and answer my questions, and well... be 'nice' to me; even though there were a number of instances that would prove otherwise, not gonna name 'em... This whole 'no thanks' is the least I can do to give my thanks to your efforts."

She laughs as she turns around to look at him; in that sudden instance, her clothing changed in a blink.

A white trench coat, white shoes that tapped with every step; her outfit had transformed into that of a sort of... white detective that had that same neck tattoo on the uniform.

It took a few moments for his eyes to catch up before he realised the sudden transformation.

Her long, pink hair changed colour to a light-blue tone; much less wild, and a bit tamer in its texture, but, kept the same, unique features as her long fringes which were akin to rabbit ears—while it is known that rabbit ears are supposed to resemble something like a 0 on it, Onofre's appeared completely sideways as her face turned and looked right into Zabulus's 'eyes'.

She gave off a wave of energy with her hand; a singular finger stuck out like an individual asking 'Come closer!'

As Zabulus stepped in, her movements came to a halt as she simply turned around. The pure white landscape changed colour once more with her movements, transforming the pure, and opalescent corridor to a war room of sorts.

"You know, I got tired of walking there, so I decided we could just teleport like a certain god I know, not going to mention his name!" She put a finger on her nose as she grinned.

'You do realize that doing that after a few moments doesn't really add up, no?' He looked around, and there was nothing but a war room.

There were strange and colourful things on the wall... Each wall respectively held Red, Green and Blue relics, and the 4th wall was purely just a screen that she was currently interacting with through some sort of energy usage. She flicked her fingers in front of the screen a couple of times, and many pictures of abominable fleshy creatures appeared to populate the space.

"And, what does that mean?" he asked.

"Remember when I told you that there can be these things... Amalgamates that attack people randomly!? Yeah, these guys! So, I've just been mentally alerted by a Scribe that there had been a breach somewhere, and this is my area to watch and track and all that."

She zoomed out and saw an image of the 'Inner-blue' and zoomed out a bit more, to a layer with a huge floating city and a singular library in its middle—an extremely long rope connected to an extremely tall tower where the library was.

'There is a giant city in the middle of nowhere, floating in the air, and the only thing there's a singular tower... Yeah, I don't see the issue anymore... totally.'

"But anyway—See? Just look at these creatures..." Zooming back into one of them; she showed an Amalgamate that had a fragmented skull that was exposed and revealed as part of the body, with black and green and yellow pus oozing out of every fracture as the skin peeled off, flapping with the wind as it began moving closer to what seemed like a cloud of... fireflies.

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"An imperfect creation, these hideous things are essentially little demons. They eat anything; they like to feast on the physical. But worst of all? Their favorite meal is the soul. They do not allow for one's soul to go to the afterlife; that's why I despise the fact they get to stay in a mortal body." Her eyes illuminated as she did something that he could not understand; but then, she gave him a confused gaze for a few seconds before giving a sweet smile, turning towards the screen.

He grabbed a hold of her shoulder with an unusually stern face and pulled her in close and took a big sigh, "If these... amalgamations were to appear, then we can fight them, yes? Yes!?" He put a bit of pressure as his grip on her shoulders began to clasp a bit tighter.

She raised her hands up and began a defensive stance, "Yeah, it's fine. They're coming to this area, or at least—whatever had set them loose and unleashed them here, and wherever that was, well! Let's not think too hard on that~"

"No matter, we have to go fight them!"

"Wh- Hey! Why are you so eager to kill a few Amalgamates? I'll have you know that these creatures are like gods—"

"And how am I so eager, you say? My powers—are—growing! I crave to fight, don't you know what I am!? It's ingrained within me to murder those below me!" He exclaimed with a serious tone.

'Ah... I almost forgot who this was...' Onofre put a palm to her forehead and made a face that could be understood as 'What have I gotten myself into...'

"Look. This doesn't even compare to my level of power, don't you think you're exaggerating a tiny bit?" She said, trying to get her point across.

'Maybe.' He shook his head. 'But this is... different, I must kill. Kill. KILL!' A twisted smile began to grow on his face the more he thought about what his 'Drives' were.

'Ahhh! What have I done... Well, I suppose it won't be too bad to see how he fights... and it would also deal with the Amalgamate problem for a while! Good, good!!' She had a sort of wry smile upon thinking about the current situation.

"If there is the smallest possibility that you could—Then I demand we go right this instant!" His speech had become even more broken and barely even understandable from this point on, "Fight me, O Amalgamations!!! Show me the true purpose and desire of killing for one's life, you degenerates!"

She grabbed him by the wrist as a wave of blue surrounded both of them.

And then...

The scenery changed after the blue disappeared.

"When an individual dies in the Inner Blue, they either get sucked up by the Void itself, or become feasts for the Amalgamates, you don't want either case to happen, alright? Don't go dying, Boyo! This fight isn't going to be easy. Ah... I forgot the proper noun for this, hmm..." She placed her finger on her chin as she gave off an absent-minded expression as if her thoughts were somewhere completely different.

"How do I explain this, then..." Looking towards Zabulus who didn't take his eyes off the horizon that was occupied with a rushing current of 'Ink'.

In that instant, that same 'Ink' seemed as if it would spill down a hill, they rushed, smelling the soul; not one... but the many souls within Zabulus.

'Ah... Lamb,' that voice within him spoke, 'Found your nature now, haven't you? I am in no need of you. Now go and let loose your true self—Your nature; or as it was foretold.'

Zabulus looked to his right and faced towards Onofre, who had her eyes completely fixated on the horizon as the wind picked up its pace. She mumbled, in an attempt to say a simple word with a complex meaning. She wanted to try to understand; as Zabulus thought: 'Understand me, O dear Queen! Make use of your authority and comprehend my struggle, you would see it fit, am I wrong?'

She understood what he was saying; however, it wasn't just them.

"GENERAL PHERNES AT YOUR SERVICE, WHITE QUEEN!!! WE GOTTA FIGHT NOW!? COME ON! LET'S DO IT; I'M CERTAINLY PUMPED UP!!" Behind them was that same amount of Guards from in-front of the tower, except... The junior didn't really fit their composition.

She appeared much like a proper ruler now; leading in a battle for her army. Her position changed from a position as an 'Illusive', and closer to the image of a leader; a commander who had her right foot in the air and was marching forward, holding a weird form of polearm; similar in form to the spear that humans usually fight with; and yet, at the end of her staff, a small scythe could be seen in the midst of all that; as a warning to her enemies that death is but one 'Rattle' away from touching.

Both ends ended with a scythe's curved edge, with its curvature being that of a singular 'M' and as it turned and cut through the air in her movement.

"Well, good to see everyone's here, then—this is definitely going to be an interesting turnout!"

It was quite peculiar seeing her change, she had truly turned into a leader—into a general, a real general with their armies at the forefront, and ready to serve.

Their destination wasn't much of a journey away; soon enough they saw the monstrous tide in the distance as it approached their land. The ground could be felt trembling underneath as the mass drew near, a good kilometre ahead of where they had all been stationed.

It was clear... this was what he wanted! His excitement had been at its apex, and if there is any way he could help, any way...!

'Come at me, you fucking degenerates! I've grown, can't you see? I'm not the same man who dies the same way over and over—the same pathetic piece of shit as I was in the first place. No—I am different! My abilities will be honed as I kill each and every single one of you!' His mental speech roared across his soul; every single part of him hearing it, even Vetro who knew everything was affected by such a strong statement; not a statement, but more of an incantation, a promise; a proclamation.

"HAHA! YOUNG MAN, LOOK AT HOW EXCITED YOU'RE LOOKING! THAT'S RIGHT, WE'RE GOING TO YET ANOTHER WAAAR!" Phernes hit him in the back as a way to say, 'Let's fight this bitch and kick its fucking ass.'

Slowly... the distant Ink approached, and the more he stared at it, the more its pace became slower and slower, or... the more his soul craved more bloodshed, the more it desired and prepared for a slaughter, a massacre, a... 'Rage', the ink could feel and would often mistake for an aura—an overwhelming flow of anger. It's like one could tell it was looking back into you; could tell whether the person staring at the Ink was worthy of their consumption.

They had arrived, right in the middle of an empty space where there was only solid ground and rubble. A perfect warground for Onofre and her warriors.

Everyone readied their weapons for the upcoming battle; as she led the army, as every warrior roared, Zabulus roaring too as if he was one of them.