Chapter Fifty Three, One Fiftieth of a Whole.
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"Look! Look! Is that a damaged reality?!" Seiya pointed rather ecstatically, turning back to those behind him.
Though, what greeted him was a rather silent scene.
Julius had a questioning look on his face, Alexandria seeming to be interested too. Lokreum was smiling and Kieron seemed to be rather surprised, but his expression was slowly changing to that of amusement as well.
"What is it that I don't remember Father?" Julius said confusedly.
Lokreum turned away from Kieron, stepping towards the two young gods.
His hand found its way to Julius' shoulder, an enthused smile on his face.
"Look at her." Lokreum pointed towards Alexandria, the human following his instruction.
"Tell me... Does she remind you of anyone? The bickering... The cold and analytical personality?" Lokreum continued to point.
"What about her white hair?" Lokreum questioned.
Julius was filled with confusion.
He felt that Lokreum was getting at something, and he felt that he should understand what he was pointing at...
But he couldn't.
He felt his father wrap around his shoulders, his hand grabbing his jaw.
"Think." Lokreum commanded, a boundless voice resounding within his mind.
The words bounced off the walls of his skull, sending countless thoughts into motion.
What was he talking about?
Was Alexandria someone he was supposed to remember?
What was the point of this?
At this moment, something rather strange happened.
Something burst within Julius, and he could feel a string manifesting...
A string that connected him with something...
Looking before him, there was an ethereal golden line that seemed to travel for infinity.
It went past Alexandria, extending into the distance, to a point where Julius could not even see its end.
"What is that?" He murmured.
It felt like fate?
But... far more powerful.
He could feel the energies tugging at him. The entity... It was an existence that seemed to hold more authority than even fate itself... And there were very few that could actually combat the unshakable authority of fate.
Lokreum... Kieron... They could be counted on two fingers!
At least that's what was thought...
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Was there another that stood in the same realm as these super powers?
Julius stepped forward, feeling a hand on his back. It urged him forward, and Alexandria stepped to the side, confusion now filling her face too.
"I expect to see you come back." He heard Lokreum's voice.
"And I mean you." Julius' conscience became hazy and frantic.
He could feel it more clearly now that he was following this line.
There was something out there.
Something he was missing.
He kicked off of space, flying forward at a speed which few could match.
The group of gods only watched, standing ever so still as Julius escaped their sights...
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"So that was about what exactly?" Alexandria asked, still lagging behind the three gods in front of her.
Seiya continued to lead the way, marveling at everything they came across, and Kieron and Lokreum continued to converse.
The Immortal seemed to care little for what had happened, and the two omnipotents seemed to already understand everything.
"Father!" Alexandria called out, obtaining Lokreum's attention.
"What was that?" She asked, watching as he continued to walk forward, with his ear turned towards her.
"Julius?" He asked.
Alexandria nodded, aiming to understand what just transpired.
Lokreum seemed to fall into thought for a moment, sighing before he chose to reply.
"To put it simply... Julius is... one half of a whole." He started, Alexandria perking her ears up. "Honestly... It goes beyond that. Julius is one fiftieth of a whole!" He chuckled.
"Julius is a small portion of an incredibly powerful soul. A soul so powerful that... If it were to be fully realized today? I'm not sure how powerful Julius would become..." He said, Alexandria faltering for a moment.
One fiftieth of a whole?
Two percent of a whole?...
And he was at the peak of the fifteenth level still?
She slowly nodded in confusion.
"And how does this play into what just happened?" She questioned.
"Well of course I got tired of not knowing how powerful he could become!" Lokreum laughed. "I've been waiting for him to find his own way back to his true self... But frankly I don't think it will ever happen without intervention... He may have hoped I would be the one to lead him back to completion anyway... That's the likely reason as to why he has still yet to even catch a glimpse of his true self." Lokreum said.
"We will wander the Inbetween for a little while longer, and then we will return to our domain... Once we do, I'm sure Julius will greet us with a surprise."
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"Where is it..." A raspy voice muttered, as it's owner sped through space. He dashed in different directions, crossing lightyears in seconds as he rapidly zoomed around the fractured reality.
"I feel it. It's somewhere around here." He spoke with quick breaths. His heart was palpitating, nearly beating out of his chest.
He could feel a calling, somewhere within this small lightyear radius.
There was something calling out to him.
In between the bounds of his home reality, hiding in the midst of the shattered miniature realities that were present all around...
He could feel it.
His heart skipped a beat as he sped around, covering nearly every inch of the domain he was searching.
He was flying around the primordial realities at his highest speed. He covered so much ground that it guaranteed he had become the creature to experience the Inbetween the most.
His fights tightened, and his eyes shook. He could not see the line anymore, but he could feel something pulling him.
It was dragging him in every direction, making him stop at points, before pulling him the other way.
He felt as if existence was toying with him.
"WHERE IS IT." He yelled, frustration overtaking him.
He could not find anything.
He felt his eyes moisten, anger brewing deep within.
This was important.
He did not understand why, but he could feel it deep within his heart.
Whatever he had been looking for, it was special.
Julius succumbed to his distraught, falling to his knees in the Cosmic Sea.
His face found it's way to his hands, his fingers clawing at the scars on his face.
He was disturbed.
Angered.
Confused.
Lost.
But then, there was a gust of wind. As if somebody had gotten up close to his ear and spoken.
"There!" He glanced up for barely a zeptosecond, dashing through a fold in existence and slipping straight through it.
He found himself in a strange space, a place where his power was completely null. He couldn’t feel some parts of himself, as if he had been reduced to complete mortality, and he no longer had control over his entire existence.
The floor beneath him was a solid but sticky dark tar. For as far as his eyes could see, it was pitch black.
He wanted to question where exactly he was, but he did not speak.
He slowly turned around, trying to gather as much information.
What was lying before him nearly seemed to punch him in the face.
Tears dripped down his face.
His hands were turned upwards, grasping at space.
His mouth was agape, his jaw hanging low with a saddened expression on his face.
Having done a 180, it was the wildest of sights before his eyes.
Julius’ fists tightened, and his lips quivered.
He was shocked.
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