Chapter 72
Both of them were still drifting in the air as the world slowly calmed its pulse, attempting to reassemble the rhythm that had been torn apart by the assault of light.
Quorin and Valthura activated every regeneration protocol embedded within their bodies—lines of code from Flo Viva Mythology that had always ensured nearly any wound could be healed instantly.
But this time the system stalled, caught on something they had never anticipated.
As a slow heat spread along their bodies, each of them finally noticed the gaping wounds that froze their breath in place.
The wounds were not merely torn—they were punctured by something that knew no shape, leaving marks that reached into the essential structure that should have been untouchable by any attack.
When their gaze traced the unnatural lines of those wounds, the chant from the fireflies had still not faded.
Prayers to Quil-Hasa echoed in a rhythm that seeped into every corner of their inner being—praises far too pure yet also far too absolute to be dismissed as simple sound.
Each time that soft chime touched their awareness, a flicker of fear gnawed at the core of their existence.
Their eyes fixed on the open gashes, as if hoping the wounds were illusions brought on by a fold in time—but every blink only reinforced the reality that even an Administrator's body could be damaged by something they could not comprehend.
As their fingers brushed the edges of the wounds, another sensation emerged.
Not physical pain—but an impact of information that pierced directly into the deepest parts of their selves.
Memories of Aldraya's attack crashed into them with unexpected force, carrying fragments of commands embedded within the girl's Sa.
The information came like a storm stroke, eroding their understanding of what should be possible.
There was order within the attack—a pattern that no being other than a high-tier Administrator should possess—yet there was also a sacred touch that made every detail feel impossible to avoid.
Their heads felt as though they were being shaken until nearly split open, forcing them to accept glimpses of something they had never wished to witness.
'The echo of that prayer lingered in the air even after the two of them regained stability.
Faint yet recognizable—like a whisper that refused to disappear.'
Fuuuuuh!
'Every breath of wind repeated the praise to Quil-Hasa, and though my rank is several levels lower, the sound still pierced—clinging to skin and memory.
Its trace never truly left—it only softened, continuing to haunt our ears.'
"She is worthy."
"She meets all requirements."
"For undergoing transformation—becoming a full Administrator."
'The suspicion I had long kept—that Aldraya carried an Administrator seed—was not a delusion.If Quorin and Valthura themselves said it, then Aldraya's ability to move freely within Sa truly had an explanation.
The seed is real.
And now, I finally understand.'
The stabilized bodies of the two Administrators did not immediately erase the sacred echo that had wrapped around their senses moments earlier.
The prayers to Quil-Hasa had begun to fade, yet their remnants lingered as subtle vibrations that bloomed anxiety within their hearts.
Though the fireflies' voices had gone silent, their lingering cadence still revolved like a spectral trace at the edge of hearing—an echo refusing to die among fragments of time still struggling to mend.
Within that fragile calm, Quorin and Valthura adjusted their floating positions, realigning the Sa that had been torn, then lowered their gazes toward the world's surface that continued to crack beneath them.
Their eyes landed directly on Aldraya—standing a few steps ahead of Theo—wrapped in a silence that separated her from all the chaos that had erupted moments before.
Their gazes sharpened.
Not from anger, but from acknowledgment—an admission they did not want to speak but could no longer deny.
Amid the unstable flow of Sa, they re-evaluated the attack that had just pierced their bodies, reconsidering the structure of light that had sliced through their existence without warning.
That sharpened gaze was a sign that the conclusion they had reached was no longer speculation—but certainty forced upon them by a reality they could not reject.
When their lips parted, the voices that emerged were not bursts of fury nor stern warnings, but a declaration—synchronized and final.
Speaking in alternating cadence, Quorin and Valthura stated that Aldraya had reached the threshold of qualification for a full Administrator transformation—a level attainable only by entities capable of penetrating the deepest layers of Sa.
The assertion did not stem from admiration or praise, but from fear hidden beneath their innate authority.
Instantly, the statement trembled in the air, slipping into the structure of time still stitching itself back together— as though reality itself was compelled to acknowledge the verdict of two beings who understood the highest laws of Sa.
For Theo, the words fell like a heavy stone that sank straight into his mind.
A small murmur crossed his thoughts, connecting the declaration to the suspicions he had kept buried.
The fact that Aldraya carried an Administrator seed was no longer speculation—it was a truth confirmed before his eyes by the rulers of Sa themselves.
To him, the statement was not merely a new identity for Aldraya, but a sign of a tremendous shift looming over the world—a warning that the girl now possessed the capacity to manipulate Sa on a level equal to, or surpassing, the beings who stood atop the cosmic hierarchy.
'At last, I understand the connection.
The fact that Aldraya possesses a seed that allows her to use Sa—and even injure Quorin and Valthura—means the same pattern must apply to the ten primary antagonists.
Including Ilux.
Each of the eleven clearly carries a seed—an embryo of power equal to, or perhaps greater than, the current Administrators.'
Tsuuuuh!
'Their ability to endure the absurd phases of Flo Viva Mythology—phases that should be impossible to survive—and their resilience against every deadly scenario clearly indicate they are undergoing stages of evolution toward becoming higher entities.'
Htssrrrh!
'And if Aldraya alone can summon Sa in the form of fireflies capable of piercing the defenses of two Administrators at once, then the hidden potential of the eleven seeds may be far beyond the average Administrator's level.'
Theo's thoughts continued to turn slowly, holding the tremor of shock left by the Administrators' admission.
In silence, he arranged fragments of knowledge and intuition that had once been nothing more than vague shadows within his mind.
He concluded that the existence of an Administrator seed within Aldraya was not merely an anomaly, but a sign of a capacity equal to the greatest entities he had ever known.
Through that seed, Aldraya could access and adapt the power of Sa with precision equal to—or perhaps even exceeding—that of official Administrators.
This was not merely an acknowledgment of the girl's power, but a revelation that the hierarchy believed to be fixed and absolute was far more flexible than anything recorded in the lore of Flo Viva Mythology.
Theo's murmurs continued unraveling threads of logic—terrifying and awe-inspiring alike.
He realized that if Aldraya possessed a seed allowing her to wield Sa, then the analogy extended to the nine main antagonists—including Ilux Rediona, long regarded as the pivotal point of the game.
To be continued…