Chapter 4203: Far Too Late! II

And yet, even as this occurred, The Great Usurper took no action.

His gaze remained one of profound, unshakable laziness. He almost wanted to go back to his slumber. He had The Idle Gaming System!

After all these years, he had long since figured out that he simply needed to stay idle.

And surely, in the next moment, another set of prompts rose to meet his serene, inactive will.

|Your influence has begun to thread through the connection between the Transcendent Spirit Folds and the Tear of Existence. Your authority is slowly permeating across the weavings of reality to begin flowing into the torn Veil.|

|An infinitesimal amount of The Veil is gradually falling under your influence. Future potential effects are unknown, but the immediate effect is an increase in Idle Loot, with new selections now possible.|

The Great Usurper’s existence smiled. He pulled up his Idle Gaming System Interface, his attention drawn to the new, glittering possibilities in his loot table.

|New Idle Loot now possible: [Veil Patch] – A small, conceptual patch that can be used to mend tears in reality. May or may not work. Use at your own risk.|

|New Idle Loot now possible: [Essence of a Lost Soul] – A common resource dropped by entities that cross The Veil.|

|New Idle Loot now possible: [Fragment of a Dead Existence’s Memory] – A rare drop. May contain useful information or just existential dread...|

He looked at these new possibilities with shining eyes, a silent, amused chuckle rippling through his consciousness.

’How all of this seems foreboding and all,’ he thought, ’but my goal is to still remain Idle... Let’s see, does that crazy guy know anything about this? If this becomes something that can affect my idle life... hmm.’

...!

With a final, pondering thought, the Great Usurper pulled upon a connection, a silver, shimmering entanglement that stretched across the Folds, a line cast to none other than Osmont.

He wanted an update on what, exactly, was happening to the Folds while he was trying to nap!

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Far from The Great Usurper.

In the Transcendent Emotive Folds, there exist regions where feelings are not merely experienced, but are the very substance of reality.

In one such region, a silent, glacial cold reigned. It was a cold that did not freeze water, but hope. A cold that did not crystallize air, but the will to continue.

Here, in this expanse of frozen despair, countless mirrors of glacial white stood scattered like doorways to forgotten memories, each one a perfect, unblemished surface that reflected not light, but the profound emptiness of the space around them.

Rarely would any being give these mirrors a second glance. They were monuments to stillness, fragile things that would shatter into a thousand pieces of crystallized sorrow at the slightest touch.

And yet, at this moment, two figures, wreathed in a faint, protective glow, passed through one of the mirrors as if it were nothing more than a veil of mist. It did not shatter. It rippled, accepting their passage, and then returned to its perfect, frozen state.

Uniquely, for these two, none of the mirrors here would have shattered. They were the key to a lock that had been waiting for eons. On each of their chests, an intricate, nine-pointed star was etched...the Enneagram, spinning with a slow, majestic rhythm.

The moment they passed through, they appeared in a region of even more terrifying cold. The temperature here was a physical assault, a pressure so immense that it could have frozen the very existence of an Honored Living Existence in a matter of seconds, causing their authority to crystallize and then collapse into dust.

But the two were protected. The Enneagrams on their chests were spinning like glorious, silent engines, their light a warm, defiant glow that actively absorbed the crushing, emotional authority of the environment.

For the power here was not elemental; it was purely the authority of feeling, and emotion alone could decimate a being from the inside out.

The woman, Seraphina Valorheart, looked around, her breath a cloud of mist that seemed to contain tiny, frozen sparks. As she felt the steady, protective hum of the treasure on her chest, her gaze shifted to the man beside her.

Alexander Asmodeus. He kept his gaze fixed forward, his handsome face a mask of stern focus.

He had not turned to look at her, not even once, since their... intimacy. Since the moment their Enneagrams had required a connection that transcended the spiritual.

A pang of pain, sharp and cold, pierced her heart, and she did not know it, but the already frigid air around them grew even colder, a reflection of the sorrow she felt.

She looked at him, at the strong, silent line of his jaw, and her voice was a fragile thing, a whisper against the vast silence.

"I know you have another in your heart," she began, the words tasting of a bitter truth she had been forced to swallow. "But you were the one who was intimate with me. The only one. Whether you want to acknowledge it or ignore it, you currently hold my heart in your hands. Will you truly treat me so coldly as to not even look at me?"

HUUM!

Her words pulsed with a raw, vulnerable feeling, a wave of pure emotion sent out into the cold!

Alexander remained still for a long moment, his gaze unwavering. Then, his voice, a low and steady, cut through the silence.

"The reason I am not looking at you is not because I wish to ignore you," he said, his tone devoid of cruelty, yet heavy with a pragmatism that was almost as painful.

"The moment I laid with you was the moment you became mine. You do not have to worry. I will take care of you."

He paused, and the weight of his next words was a physical thing. "The reason I am not looking at you right now is because all around us is unprecedented danger. And you cannot even sense it."

His words struck her with a dual force. Mine. The word was a sunburst in the winter of her heart, a possessive claim that sent a wave of warmth through her.

And yet, the second part of his statement was a chilling reminder of the chasm that separated their perceptions. The joy and the grimness warred within her, a tumultuous storm of feeling!

In the next moment, the glacial white surroundings began to alter. The ground beneath them trembled, and all around, the very substance of the realm began to rise, to form.

Massive white statues, carved from what looked like pure, crystalline marble, erupted from the frozen ground, nine titans of law and judgment rising to surround them!

Law!

It was thr inheritance of THE Living Law, and it bore asking...why the hell it was even in the lands of Emotive!

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