My mind wanders, seeking a solution for the situation imposed on My Fiancée.
{I am sure she didn't told me everything}.
An obvious conclusion, especially because i lack the knowledge about the Politics and Customs of Loutharn.
{The Sunderzen are a Powerful House, like the Vecturions. Or is a Dukedom greater than Clamour?}.
I sight, aware that even if i had the memories of the Mirror Me, it wouldn't be of any help.
{I feel so useless. What can i do about it aside?…}.
The might of a thunderous roar resounds among the trees. The vibration is so powerful that shakes the ground beneath me, almost like a light earthquake would do. In fact. I could had been fooled by it, if it weren't for my closeness to source of the noise.
{It comes from where the Stone Platform is placed…}.
{The Embryon can help me, but i don't know how viable it would be…}
Approaching the area. I can see the same two ladies i stumbled upon at my arrival to this world.
The Burnett Elven Amazon is brimming with vainglorious joy, golden orange Emts surrounding her tall strong silhouette with the intensity of a large bonfire.
"Are you going to keep trying?". She asks to the Dog-eared damsel, who nods resolutely, although her doberman ears are drooping low, not standing firm as they were yesterday.
"Don't be stubborn and stay here so late, we have class tomorrow". The Amazon points out before departing, her steps fast but heavy, like if she were tired for no apparent reason.
{I must have missed the spectacle}.
"You surely like to spy!". Growls enraged the Dog-eared damsel. Her hands glowing with golden yellow energy, turning to face me.
"You two were so loud, it's surprising no one else came to take a look. Still no luck?
It's obvious
"In that case. Step aside. I want to try it.
She burst into laughter. "I told you that you can't have an Embryon without «Spirituality»".
"And?. Despite having «Spirituality», you still don't have an Embryon. You are going to fail again with the method you employ, and i prefer to not waste time, i am low on it. Give me a chance to try it. Or i'm going to knock you down to get it".
She laughs again. "Your Emts are a disaster. How are you going to make the glyphs?".
"I have my ways, the teachings of the Zaggrioth Meritocracy are not the only styles that exists in Loutharn".
"Try then". She mocks with a wide gesture, like a gentleman giving way to a young lady.
I don't mind her attitude. Shutting her with my success will taste better than any superficial reply.
{Placing glyphs through Emts is impossible for me. I don't have the manipulation to pull that off. But. I can transmit the Emts to any object near me. I made it with Seinnissia's handkerchief, when i incinerated it into crispy cinders}.
{Plus. I read tribal clans prefer to use a substitute to draw the glyphs. I could use blood, but there is a better alternative, my natural lubrication}.
Coating my palm with lube, i let my Emts flow through me. The burgundy light boiling violently the viscous droplets i create.
A laugh comes from behind me. But again. I don't care. I knew this would happen. I foresee since i visualize the possibility in the Library.
Which is why i retract the Emts with such brutality, that the gaseous state of my lube is sublimated, creating small brittled crystals due to the sudden change in temperature.
This action is repeated over and over again, the viscous fluid undergoing a full rotation from liquid to gas, then solid and the ordeal all over again, until consistency resembles plasmatic burgundy paint.
Slowly but surely. I draw two five-pointed stars employing basic geometrical shapes.
A pentagon in the center, and each of the extremities divided in two figures, a trapezoid at the base, and a triangle on the tips.
Standing in the Second Pentagon. I start writing the glyphs, the trapezoids containing the Stats i expect My Embryon to have, and the triangles serve to state how necessary is the growth of said Stats.
I step into the First Pentagon, ready to follow the same trend but with me. The Stats i possess carved in the trapezoids, and what are my desired goals in the triangles.
"Stats Panel". My voice doesn't go unnoticed by the Barking Bitch, observing the interface popping up from my chest.
[ Vurckair Vecturion ]
[ 0 ] [ × ] [ Spirituality ]
[ 9 ] [ + ] [ Vitality ]
[ 8 ] [ + ] [ Mentality ]
[ 6 ] [ + ] [ Ordinance ]
[ 3 ] [ × ] [ Radiance ]
{I knew this had happened the moment Girlande kicked the «Mirror Me» out of my body. That is why i was able to advance a few steps more in the terrace where Verulkya has her breakfast}.
Drawing my new Stats. I am ready to start.
{Whatever it is the Creature appearing, is literally perfect for me and my aspirations. I must think on a Name for it as soon as i see it, and if its not of it's liking. I'll suffer a painful retaliation}.
I remain at the center of the First Pentagon, crouching as if i were prowling, closing my eyes, i emanat a flash of burgundy light, the brightness so high i see the tone through my sealed eyelids.
The heated friction ignites the ritual with a flare of burgundy etheric plasma.
Wind gushes in, a vacuum must be created in the opposite Pentagon.
My muscles are flexed, extorting all my strength to stand firm, like an indomitable monolith, looked at by my future wife, aware that she will be safe with me.
I don't sway away the thought, but the sudden silence and tranquility permeating the environment, makes me refocus, knowing that my Embryon is already here, watching me.
I open my eyes, seeing strange black high-heeled boots that have claws on the tips, strong legs with an undeniable femininity covered by black latex, highlighting the thick thighs and wide hips of the collosal female before me.
With the double of my height, her large breasts are nothing to scoff at.
Though her head is covered by a helmet.
If it had been leather instead of latex. I might think she was a biker of some sort.
But the red glow within the dark visor, along the long messy ponytail sticking out of the helmet, are striking features, but not as eye-catching as the thick elongated tail that ends in a menacing razor hook.
{She looks like a Berserker Dominatrix and a Bimbo Bondage. The whole package in one…}.
"Dollzerka"…