Euth , ‘‘nut house’’

The room of ritual is full of cultists in coats , but between them stands some creature that isn’t our world , they spread their tentacles , their groans fill the room. Chilling silver trees rise from the center of the room. The color is never seen by the human eyes , many cultists nearby passed out the moment their eyes reflected the color.

All the cultists closer to the center knee down. They used their fingers as crowbar to remove their eyeballs. Pain is non-existent for them.

The one person in a coat staring at the edge of the crowd , face full of disgust , walks away as everyone is distracted.

The remaining madlads’ skin breaks , ribs open and flesh twists with their skull as flower pots for the silver branch. And so they ‘ascend’.

…

River of abbyss.

The silver-alike tree spreads across the emptiness , Fosfor’s blade slashes through them , like a gardener cleaning the weeds. In the time-gap of the growing silver , a giant skeleton rises from the ground.

‘‘Gasha , look after this place.’’

The skeleton slightly nods , its hollow eyes reflecting nothing. Fosfor’s color fades and reappears near the ‘‘blue box’’.

She searches the lifespan of the surrounding livings , one year , seventy years , and…

Eternal.

‘‘Nameless!’’ She calls out loud and walks inside.

Realizing that she has walked into the wrong place. Fosfor pierces the space time nearby and steps into the corridor of blood-tide.

‘‘Nameless!” She yells again.

This time Nameless turns around , from the eyes of messengers , she is looking in the air.

‘‘...Oakside?’’

‘‘Yes yes , that’s me , great that you still remember my last name. Listen , do you know any Existence that can make bunch of silver things?’’

‘‘And it just grows infinitely.’’ Fosfor ads.

Hearing Fosfor’s saying , Nameless frowns and thinks to herself.

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She doesn’t remember seeing silver-ish things in the aftermath of Yel’s destruction.

Those beings in the Realm? Nameless quickly shuffles through the short list of the Unknown Existences that she has heard of. That knowledge hurts her mind , but since it is the request from a Barricade and somebody that she has vague memories of…Nameless is willing to take the risk.

‘‘Mother of all , The Tree Trunk of Cosmos…if I remembered right there is a cult following it.’’

A lighting of memory struck Fosfor. She recalled something , a small part of her memory that she didn’t pay attention to.

The consciousnesses her copies collected.

Some of them are extreme young and were collected from the same place-

‘‘Nut house’’.

Fosfor thanks Nameless and rushes to the cage of madness.

Seeing Fosfor is gone , Nameless quickly rushes back to her. Unknown Existences…they could reset the history of Euth and the entire land. She can’t let that happen.

…

Fosfor appears directly inside the territory of the madness asylum. The entire courtyard is in an unpleasant haze of smell. And an atmosphere that evokes the fundamental human fears. Chills run up her back , sending her body shivering. Fosfor pulls out her blade from her back so that the eldritch thing in there feels less threatening.

‘‘Why didn’t i notice before?’’ she said to herself.

The front door is open , she inspects around , no one is here , nor does she feel the lifespan of anybody.

Then she walks straight inside.

Like a ginger inside a plate , she didn’t expect Nameless to be here. They need no words , the smell of iron rust is the best signal for their improvised operation. Nameless and Fosfor know their stakes if the thing can’t be stopped.

“I can’t believe the cults recreated the disaster of Yel , on their own will.” Fosfor says as her sword scorches the red-brick ground that streams blood-river.

They step onto the fungous floor , blood that is squirming soaks their feet. In the middle of the building , a giant pulsating dim-reflective great being grows through the walls. Around it scatters uncountable human parts and few incarnadine abnormalities.

“Do you think we could get rid of this thing?” Fosfor asks.

“I’ll do my best.” Nameless answers.

“I’ll get rid of the…ummm….” Fosfor says.

The eyes on the eldritch tree open , letting out a daemonic atmosphere. Reality burning , boiling , cells mutating , creatures disturbingly evolve. The black eye locks onto Nameless. Staring at ‘that’ sealed inside her. If the piece of an Unknown Existence isn’t sealed in her , she wouldn’t even make it here.

Nameless’ amber eyes are full of fire. As she walks , reality around her warps like the wind of spring. Countless things appear by the beat of her footsteps. None of them are seen or named , as if they are the creatures of the realm beyond.

It is a tug-o-war between Nameless’ power and the uninvited ineffable being. The creation of Nameless quickly bursts out silver branches right after their birth.

Then the edge of dimensions and realities tears apart. The cosmic ethereal black plasma fountains out of the incomprehensible crack. She quickly seals that crack with the spectral creatures of her creation.

The scent of the aeonian piece sealed within Nameless slowly pulsates as its paramount potency gazes down. She concentrates all of the leaking powers into one point and moves it towards the growing silver.

“Nameless! Stop holding back!” Fosfor yells as she slices the mutated humanoid into pieces.

“It's time to put down your so-called rules!”