Sometime... in the past in another reality relative to Zalrotho's original reality's time, a faint full moon loomed high in the sky alongside the sun over the bustling contemporary city. With his scarf dancing in the wind, a slightly physically older Zalrotho sat on the edge of a skyscraper's roof as Nasia sat on his outreached leg dangling over the drop beside the skyscraper. Zalrotho exhaled in pure frustrated boredom.

"Where is Lynea anyway?" Nasia asked puzzledly with her infectiously energetic voice, which even managed to force some of Zalrotho's boredom out of him.

"Hard to say but I can at least sense she's in this continent...," Zalrotho stated. Nasia tilted her head at Zalrotho's last statement.

"Continent?".

"... I meant country, good heavens was I really this dumb without using Nolou's keither ability?" Zalrotho remarked defeatedly.

"I bet the book can tell us," Nasia remarked as she conjured The Chronicle Codex from a mist of red qi. T.C.C. flickered through a myriad of pages until it arrived on an image of a high school sports hall.

"The book says she was at a high school," Nasia stated as Zalrotho raised his hands to T.C.C.

"How insightful," Zalrotho uttered as he pondered it must mean Lynea is probably in a place full of people. Zalrotho abruptly slammed The Chronicle Codex shut, which shocked Nasia and made her eep as she imagined Zalrotho with spike-punctured hands. Nasia meekly whimpered as she made T.C.C. explode into red qi. Nasia stared at Zalrotho's hands before she deflated like a balloon from pure relief at seeing Zalrotho being completely fine. As Nasia continued to whimper to herself, Zalrotho glanced to the floor of the skyscraper's roof before a quake rumbled from below.

"Alright... just give me a second to deal with this illusion monster first," Zalrotho stated before he leaned forward until he and Nasia fell off the side of the skyscraper as its roof cracked. The roof continued to fracture before the top of the skyscraper erupted into shrapnel as a towering humanoid constructed of dark pink mist bursted out from the skyscraper's roof. As the duo plummeted down the side of the skyscraper, Nasia tumbled through the air like a bowling ball and Zalrotho remained perfectly flat as he watched the towering mist humanoid reel its fist back. Zalrotho unamusedly watched the mist humanoid's fist racing towards him as it smashed through the falling debris.

"Don't think I'll flinch just cause you- gah," Nasia announced before being booped on the forehead by a tiny piece of rubble. Zalrotho raised his hand before holding it in the paper position for Rock, Paper, Scissors as he coated his hand in purple and pink keither.

"Sever," Zalrotho said sternly while being completely disinterested in the situation. Nothing appeared to happen for a split second as the mist humanoid continued its punch before it, along with the remaining top half of the skyscraper, was split down the middle and partially exploded into purple keither particles. The remnants of the mist humanoid dispersed revealing the cobbled-together body made of rubble and junk along with the bodiless head of the monster behind the mist.

"Seems my output's still off," Zalrotho uttered as Nasia clung to his head in desperation while pleading with Zalrotho to break their fall. Zalrotho smirked at Nasia's whining before he poked her forehead.

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"And what happened to that floating boat of yours?" Zalrotho asked smugly. Nasia continued to ball her eyes out as she shook Zalrotho's head like a rattle.

"Nasia's too scared to do that, you do something!" Nasia pleaded in distress. Zalrotho snickered before he coated the duo in pink keither and positioned them to the ground while cancelling their momentum. Nasia deflatedly slumped onto Zalrotho's shoulders and was so mentally exhausted she didn't bother responding to the falling rubble crashing around the street. The seemingly unphased civilians continued to walk but upon the true mist monster's head splatting across the pavement, the civilians froze in motion.

The same mist the mist monster used began to seep over the civilians and the surroundings, obscuring them from the duo. The surrounding mist slowly lost its opacity and began dispersing revealing the true dilapidated state of the contemporary city and that the civilians were nothing more than cobbled together rubble. Zalrotho clicked his neck and adjusted his head as the head-clinging Nasia was on the cusp of falling into slumber. Zalrotho glanced up at the sky as it began to fade from its blue hue to a pinkish one before finally morphing into the night sky with the full moon piercing through the remnants of the mist.

"Mind telling me where the book said Lynea was before you hibernate?" Zalrotho asked. Nasia mumbled incoherently while loosely flopping her arms in the correct direction. Zalrotho grumbled under his breath, eliciting faint angry murmurs from Nasia before she passed out. Zalrotho shook his head and parkoured his way over the terrain in the direction Nasia pointed.

"Make sure to enter the underground train station," Nasia muttered, in her sleep. Zalrotho rolled his eyes while thinking she should've said that while awake. As he hopped over a knocked-over vine-covered car frame, he threw his hand up and caught the crude metal scrap-tipped arrow flying straight for his head. Zalrotho briefly stared at the arrow before unamusedly turning his head towards the group of dark pink goblins. As he stared blankly at them, Zalrotho pointed the arrow at the goblins, making them flench.

"Obliterate!" Zalrotho exclaimed with a British hermit accent, making the sleeping Nasia snicker.

Being able to be seen from a far distance, a blinding purple explosion erupted through the city sending rippling shockwaves through the ground as the goblins and the building they were in front of were vaporized into purple keither particles.

"Oops," Zalrotho uttered before spotting the withered underground train station entrance behind where the building previously was. Zalrotho lowered his head at his lack of keither control and meandered his way towards the underground train station.

Meanwhile, Lynea sat at the desk of her small well-furnished Victorian-styled bedroom. She flicked through the multiple pieces of homework on her desk while swiftly filling out all of them. Upon finishing them, she straightened out the biography worth stack of paper before putting them to one side as her upbeat expression turned to a neutral one.

"Guess that's over," Lynea uttered with a hint of sombreness in her otherwise unamused tone. Lynea rose from her desk before strolling over to her bed and climbing under her bed duvet. She rustles under her duvet before tossing her nightgown to her desk chair and turning off the luminescent gem lamp on her desk. Lynea led down on her back and closed her eyes. She led down while remaining perfectly still like a wooden board before she opened her eyes abruptly with no vigour.

"Oh... I wonder where the other two are... that slipped my mind, I think?" Lynea muttered before she closed her eyes and resumed to pretend to sleep.

"Make sure to get some sleep tonight, Lyn, we're examiners for the entrance examination tomorrow," a female voice said from behind Lynea's door. Lynea opened her mouth to speak but held her tongue. The female waited a few seconds for Lynea to respond before she hummed at Lynea's lack of response.

"Guess she already crashed out... good for her," the female stated happily before she walked off and entered the bedroom beside Lynea's.