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... I can't find them. Plain and simple, they escaped from my grasp. I ignited the air around them and increased the density of violent magical energy with {Feed}, but they were durable enough to withstand it like putting an umbrella through hail. What should I do now...?
They haven't lost hope, they will only come back stronger, more persistent. That shorter one was the heavenly king this time, when you hide yourself so perfectly, you become a beacon in the world of mystics. He felt like a completely normal human being, but he could withstand my magic combustion? Fat chance, fragile human flesh would instantly disintegrate. That person, by enduring the attack I sent out had already given enough information.
The other one was even more dangerous. {Nerve}, he could whisked away multiple people to another dimension. If they started kidnapping and killing people one by one, I wouldn't be able to do anything. Conventional planning isn't going to help, I'm already steep in my grave by engaging with this opponent. The attack I sent out could have damaged The Calamity's defensive hull, the fact that they endured meant that they were at least A grade across the board in their stats. I wouldn't be surprised if they were S.
Though for some reason, they didn't fight back. Could he still be hiding his ability even after a direct encounter? Or were they the type to save it for last, and send in subordinate after subordinate to take my head? Unlikely. I can't sense anymore things on this earth, his entire army is probably hidden in that other dimension.
Which means, they're aware of my newfound omniscience, I'll be the first thing they try to get rid off. As things stood, my rebellion has only begun. The fabric of reality is permeated with Eterna, as if we're inside her. That is to say, I've only just started the usurping of her authority by hacking her garden. Beyond the building blocks of reality, theoretical physics, and quantum particles, lay an even more smaller and less discrete unit. Experts would say the only thing left is a vacuum, because they couldn't feel magical particles.
Magical particles are massless, they do not occupy space or obey the flow of time. They cannot be so easily pictured or classified with any form of being, whether it'd be a discrete spherical particle like those in textbooks, or a perpetually revolving medium that resembles a cloud. They are so small they practically don't exist in reality... Right, they're not supposed to exist. But for one reason or the other, magical particles have been made to exist and to serve as fuel for skills. That is mysticism, when unreality invades reality.
At least, this was how much I gleaned from Eterna's authority. A deity's authority is as infinite as the universe is vast, that's why the rate of usurpation has to be infinitely increasing as well. In the end, it could still be summarised as... 1%. Just 1% is enough to make one a minor deity, slightly stronger than an average S grade. However to seize reality itself, more is needed. Her power is...
{#*$Salvage&*%}
I can't go into the past, if I had made mistakes before I lost my memories, I couldn't ever fix them. Reality is a hodge podge of mistakes bound together, living is trying to minimise those mistakes and the attempt to get by despite. I've begun to think like master, my creator. Is that right? Is she really being revived because I discarded her body to ascend into a god magical girl? It hurts master, my heart hurts. I can't save everyone, numerous students of humankind have died from the artillery. I couldn't get to everyone before the mirror Traces tore them to shreds.
Their bodies aren't even left behind. The artillery shells are made of magic, they wholly disintegrated the victims. The Traces devoured their victims for sustenance, they couldn't be less efficient in their attempts to salvage magical energy from humans. I must persist, because I am the one that's left and not you. I feel like I'm going insane thinking of all the casualties, at the same time I must make mistake after mistake. I must challenge Eterna, I must rebel. All so I can temporarily seize control over the Event authority and fix her mistakes, but at the same time this caused her authority to weaken.
Was this your wish? Was this how being human felt? Tell me, with all the computing power in the world, I couldn't find the answer. What exactly did it mean to be 'you'? Something even you couldn't fulfill.
I have to take action. I have to move on. My frustration piles, it pierces into my heart like stakes of various sizes. It chains my legs down and immobilises me. The most bitter thing is that I know it will never end as long as I live. However, I can't bear to die either, so I don't bring shame to your name. How did you find the courage to fight The Observer and The Calamity?
They were far weaker, having been suppressed by various other parties before your involvement. What you fought was practically their corpses, picking at their being like a vulture seeking sustenance. Yet they were far far stronger than you were, where did your courage come from? I don't understand. Where is my courage? I'm far stronger than you will ever be, at least how you naturally could ever be. I've surpassed your species as a whole, though I suspect that any magical girl that reached this point could no longer be considered human.
I suppose this makes me all the more pathetic. Gaining more power, becoming the strongest magical girl next to Eterna... And I could only lament how powerless I am. The enemies are not strong, but I am weak.
"What are you doing?" (Arin)
An unexpected voice, her ears perked up and she turned her head up to face the visitor. Her eyes couldn't be seen, but her slacked Jaws betrayed everything the other party needed to know. She was like a figure that couldn't be seen above the nose, phased into the darkness of her own mind. It wasn't anything strange for the one intruding into her mind here.
"... A connection established through the curse. Curses are delicate, since I'm a different species from humanity it had absolutely no effect on me.
Yet I am still marked?" (Yggdrasil)
"I suppose it is my fault. I wasn't clear enough, I wasn't decisive enough. Her body is gone, I could tell that much when I saw the tree in 2A." (Arin)
"Y-you still haven't answered me! Why.. Why haven't you forsaken me... I'm useless! " (Yggdrasil)
"... For the mark, it stayed on because it has recognised you as an extension of Lastia's life. A continuation, it couldn't differentiate the soul. It works on the physical mind after all, storing memories as digital information.
As for you... I suppose it's because you are currently most like her in this world. " (Arin)
From her answer, Arin understood. This girl was steeped in anguish. She couldn't kill her enemies despite sacrificing all she had. She wants to die but can't.