Nameless unseals the piece inside her spine. Letting the power of that prolonged thing take over. She felt the tattoos and the epigraphs fading by themself.

With the last “her” , she takes a look at Fosfor as if it is the last time they’ll ever meet. The scent of that thing’s piece floods out like the thirty-meter wave of the far-away ocean. Fosfor could feel the primordial boredom of that thing. Dressed with an unnoticeable strings of excitement.

A color that is never seen ascends behind Nameless’ yellow windcoat. Ghostly twisting as if it is the creature from the Realm. Then around her ascend the samely strangely yet orderly placed eyes-hurting rings.

She looks at the blacked-out suspected Barricade. Fosfor can’t tell if Acryl is lucky or not. At least this is the first time she saw someone encountering Realm related troubles this often. She steps away while dragging Acryl’s collar.

The surrounding of her is still filled with Nameless’ absurd , twisted and unearthly creation. Sometimes Fosfor questions if her old-time friend is a human or not. The reality around Nameless warps , stretches in all directions. The air ,brick and even the smallest atom seems to be animate. With the glue between dimensions melt down. The ineffable ring pierced Fosfor’s understanding of reality.

Up , down , left , right all look like one direction to her now.

She can no more understand the moving entity in front or anywhere around her.

They all seem so strange. Even the silver tree seems more earthly compared to that thing.

As if it has more authority and bigger fists. The silver then stops its “wrestle” with Nameless’ creation.

The pulsating glow branch stops its expansion as the ring of Nameless’ creation gazes down. Its cracking of life devouring whispers stops. The immeasurable time forged body of it no longer radiates the ethereal beyond madness. It inanimately stood there. Like a corpse of a giant that was killed by an absurdly powerful ant.

That’s it?It ends so quickly? Fosfor thinks to herself. She almost couldn’t believe how someone just killed it. Killed a thing that can barely be understood.

After some small words with Acryl, Fosfor turns back. She has some kind of sluggish whisper-alike sound that bangs her eardrum. Striking into her brain.

Nameless’ rings aren’t fading away like the rest of her creation. It floats around , reminding Fosfor of those illustrations of the ring-ed planets.

She takes a deep breath. Heart beating faster than ever. She knows what to do before things go downhill.

Fosfor stands still , hand sore from holding her blade. Nameless’ concern is worth Fosfor to solve the trouble.

The broken walls and bricks are distorting. Even the spacetime itself is shifting like mosaics.

Fosfor concentrates all of her power possible. Everywhere Fosfor looks things fade away as dust. The wind howls as the air withers, even the light dies. Everything loses its color. Shadows blend with light.

Dust of death swirls like a tornado. Forming something greater.

The bones of massive , ancient beings strike up from the ground. Carrying the scent of death. Piercing through the many shells of the unworldly beings around Fosfor’s friend.

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Right as the bones are reaching to the center of it , Fosfor flinched. She felt something. A stare , a Look that should not be in the plane of mankind.

A stare from the place so far that even the light of millions of galaxies can’t reach. From such an ancient being that even the history of the universe seems like a mere second.

Her body froze. Fosfor felt her own heart beating and even blood that felt lukewarm pulsate in her veins feels like trains running in her body. For a second she thought she was dead.

Things have taken a turn for the worse.

The origin of Nameless’ power notices its own broken piece. Even a mere seconds of that thing’s stare is enough to make the messengers lose their mind and rush to Grand dome.

Fosfor is sure that it will happen.

As if it is just passing by and curious on what is happening here, the stare dusts away. Going back to the never ending nihility.

She has to put an end to this mess. Whether as Fosfor , the Nameless’ forgotten friend or the Barricade of Death.

She stabs her sword through the gap of the distorting ring around Nameless. Her pale face is painted red. Vision full of spiky crimson , only her sense of touch tells her where to move her blade at.

Her hand is trembling. The sword is barely holding together. Only the middle part of it still stands as it should be. She summoned her copies. Not even the many Fosfor can move their blade deeper.

Then something blends with the crimson in her vision.

Realm-arts: Pure-white pallete. He centers his power in the last minute of his realm-arts cycle.

The massive worming , distorting color ,slithering like a snake thought of the many blades and bones. Blocking the hazing floating ring. Its color turned into black and gray in the blink of an eye. Fading away before it could reach to the core of the seal of the piece of that thing.

But it did something. At least created a time gap for Fosfor. The realm-arts of Acryl sends the ticking of the doomsday clock back for a millisecond.

With another gap of breath , Fosfor sends her blade deeper into the center of the rings. Towards the body of her friend.

The unspeakable flow of invisible streams down the blade of Fosfor. They move up to Nameless’ spine , looking for that thing.

The Fosfor’s seal works differently than the original one. But if her guesses are right , the original seal isn’t completely gone.

There is still a chance , a light in the near tunnel.

The flow of death covers up the indescribable epigraphs and tattoos on Nameless’ back. They take in the empty spots , connecting the remaining dots.

Fosfor starts to frown as the seal is getting more filled.

An Impression Struck Fosfor. She has felt that epigraph somewhere. All the twists and turns, the corner of each stroke and carved surface. She can’t be more familiar with it.

The seal is finally completed.

Fosfor sends the copies away to collect the withered consciousnesses. She lays down on the cold , blood filled floor , waiting for Nameless to wake up.

………………………..

Grand Dome , on the metal ribs of the city itself.

“How does it execute?”

“God , next time do it yourself , I’m not used to that gore crap.”

Two figures in white clothes stand on the edge of the unsealed lid of the dome. It has been a long way to climb up here without using realm-arts or noticed by the messengers.

They both stood there wordlessly , enjoying the view of the once hustling city of Grand Dome.

‘‘So…you are going to really put your only family into the biggest danger possible?’’ One of them speaks up , his eyes looking down , to the direction of the house of madness as if he is enjoying an opera.

‘‘No worries , i will help him.’’ He replies ‘‘If needed’’.

The man looks back , his eyes are patterned white light yellow and dark blue like moon phases were trapped inside.

‘‘The question still bothers me.’’

‘‘How come you know my name?’’ He frowns ‘‘It is no surprise that you’ve met Suiming , but me?’’

‘‘I have my own ways to informations.’’ He answers as his hand reaches out.

‘‘Pleasant cooperation , Suiyin.’’

‘‘You too , Canvas.’’ he says as he shakes the unsmooth hand of his suspicious partner.

“God, can you let go of my hand already?”

“Hah.”