Chapter 71
Even the block heels or loafers she wore stepped forward without leaving a stain, a crack, or a friction mark that would indicate any physical presence.
All of that appearance merged into a disguise that only resembled a human—an image that felt translucent to anyone who understood that she carried within her a seed of power that had no place within the limits of ordinary life.
Amid the chaos that crushed the boundary between seconds and centuries, Theo watched the transformation with tangled feelings he could barely contain.
He saw how the girl not far from him had turned into a point of stillness that split the cascade of time, giving the impression that every movement she made was calculated by something far more precise than human instinct.
The grace that once seemed simple had now become a sign of how meticulously the Administrator's seed worked in silence within Aldraya's body, erasing every hint of fragility and replacing it with a cold, distant allure.
In her presence existed a precision that no longer allowed mistakes or irregularities, making each step or breath feel like a component of a machine recording the entire structure of reality.
Theo could feel something foreign flowing from her—an aura that made him realize whatever had happened to Aldraya had separated her from the path of ordinary beings.
She was no longer merely a mysterious girl, but an embodiment of a power structure that dwelled behind the veil of the world.
'Every movement shows your extraordinary resolve.Without hesitation, your hand rises—are you calling upon something avoided even by the Administrators?'
Tssiiing!
'Manifesting through what? And from where do they originate?'
"Quil-Hasa … Quil-Hasa … Quil-Hasa … Quil-Hasa … Quil-Hasa…"
Theo's gaze halted on the figure before him. Aldraya stood tall, as if separated from the pulse of a world whose time kept folding backward.
The girl offered no gesture, yet there was something in her silence that made the air around Theo gradually tighten.
Her straightened posture radiated a firmness she had never shown before, and from that short distance Theo sensed a subtle shift that stirred his instincts in ways he did not fully understand.
When Aldraya's left hand began to rise slowly, aligned with the line of her chin, the motion was slow yet undeniably firm, as though even the world chose silence so as not to disrupt the process.
Moments after her hand reached its ideal point, the air around them released particles never before seen.
White fireflies emerged from the void, their light pure and immaculate, glowing with an intensity that did not belong to ordinary illumination.
They drifted around Aldraya in a gentle orbit that gradually widened and seeped toward Theo, enveloping the two of them in a glow that did not blind but revealed an unseen boundary.
With each rotation, the fireflies' movement grew faster, absorbing a rhythm that did not come from wind or time.
They danced in a pattern impossible to decipher, as if following a command inscribed into the core of their existence since the first dawn of the world's light.
From the flutter of their tiny wings came something more than sound.
There was a vibration that seemed to touch the deepest chambers of the soul—a chant that was neither music nor murmur, but resonated like a prayer once uttered by winged beings in the highest places.
The soft cadence carried a sense of hope, as though a resolve and a hidden plea flowed through it—forming a strand that felt ancient yet newly born in that moment.
Each flutter created an echo that carried unspoken apologies, sincerity without language, and petitions addressed to something beyond the reach of ordinary creatures.
At the height of that harmony, a single name repeated, loud without voice—calling upon an entity for which even time seemed to pause its current to listen.
Quil-Hasa.
"We deliver the divine decree. Listen, Quorin and Valthura."
Fhooooh!
"We ask forgiveness for this sin, Your Excellency Quil-Hasa!You have strayed from your sanctity.You have ignored the truth you once guarded.Our arrival is not as guides—but as your final warning."
Hoooong!
"Pray to your God, you deceivers!Pray to your God, you deceivers!Pray to your God, you deceivers!Receive the consequences of the betrayal you sowed yourselves!"
Fhhhhhh!
"Raise your praise and worship to your God, hypocrites!!"
'The two of them are completely powerless.Aldraya is unleashing a small yet unstoppable fury.
At the very least their condition is stabilized now.
They stand—or rather float—with what remains of their nearly shattered pride.'
The mystical explosion that followed the chant burst without any sound that could truly be heard, yet Theo felt it across the pores of his skin.
The white fireflies that once danced gently had now turned into an army of light that carried no tranquility.
They moved in an immeasurable swarm, shooting forward like fragments of a star knocked out of orbit—aimed straight toward the two Administrators standing in the distance.
In an instant, the circle of light around Aldraya split into two massive formations, each immediately targeting Quorin and Valthura with air-rending speed.
The assault no longer resembled a ritual—it was more like a wrath born from the heart of Sa, transformed into something beyond the comprehension of ordinary beings.
The movements of those luminous creatures were wild yet terrifyingly precise beneath their chaos.
They struck from three directions at once, trapping each Administrator within a vortex of light that left no time to breathe.
The white glow moved like invisible blades, slicing through space from the front, left, and right—forcing Quorin and Valthura to cross their Sa to defend themselves.
In the clash, the sky—already torn by currents of time—shuddered again, revealing pulses that pressed all layers of reality toward the spine of the universe.
Theo witnessed the sheer weight of the pressure—the frailty of those rulers of Sa under a rain of merciless light.
Though feared across every branch of the game's code, the attack reduced them to figures being tested by something far older than their authority.
And when the two Administrators were hurled back several meters, the firefly-light that enveloped them surged like waves battering unyielding cliffs.
Their bodies shifted in a wobbling instability disgraceful for beings of their rank, shaken by an onslaught that allowed no room for their Sa rhythm to recover.
A brief silence lingered as both figures drifted wildly before finally forcing themselves back into a semblance of balance.
They did not fall—but they were clearly overwhelmed, tossed about by something they had never anticipated.
In that moment, Theo understood that the white light did not merely attack—it judged, carrying an ancient command higher than the edicts of a world folding backward.
Among the fading fragments of radiance, Theo realized what had just occurred was not merely an assault.
It was a declaration.
'Their regeneration process is still ongoing, but moving extremely slowly.
Something—something even they cannot fully grasp—is hindering their recovery.'
Hhhh!
'Each time they recall the moment the fireflies struck their bodies, they clutch their heads—as if the memory itself is too agonizing to summon.
And with the prayers to Quil-Hasa still echoing through the air, those wounds seem to live again, reminding them of how devastating Aldraya's wrath had been upon the two siblings.'
To be continued…