How far would you go to NEVER fail again?
This question will push Noche L. Grim to the test as she attempts to join the Cross Military. With their resources she intends to find DeathTech and recover her memories.
However, when she lives on a conti...
The tar-black hands turned the page to chapter ninety-six. Then she read the scene, where she read the scene, where she read the scene, where she read the scene – Dia slammed the book shut.
"Fuck! I hate infinite loops," she shouted.
Rattling filled the air, like hundreds of bones falling onto each other."
"I wArNeD yOu – not to mess with it," a rasping voice said.
Dia stood up and stretched. Her head scanned the ancient wooden farmhouse that appeared as if it could fall down at any moment. Outside was a black-sand desert with a single cactus near the home. The skies were darkened khaki-colored with no clouds or celestial bodies. She sat back down at the table, picked up the next book, and flipped through it at her leisure; she did not read.
"The Grave Brothers swearing to liberate Create and Boxy Love swearing to destroy it... All because of one incident – the planet lance," Dia said. "Nearly forty years later and people are so focused on their own individual goals, that they forget one critical question."
"AnD tHaT – Question is?"
"The lance is made of corruption! An unfathomable miasma that originates from the Personification of Existence – it literally destroys existence!" Dia grinned. "So with that in mind... Why does the lance have claw marks?"
"AaAaAa – aaaaaahhh."
"What could damage a substance... That is destruction given form?"
"CaN yOu BlAmE tHeM – for not asking?" The voice said. "Civilization had never before been so close to destruction."
"Yeah, yeah. But it makes you wonder. Ezekiel was the strongest Create user in history. His signature move, Olive branch, covered the entire world in vines – yet he could only divert the lance... He couldn't stop it." Dia said. "If even he couldn't scratch the lance... Then what did?"
"YoU aLrEaDy KnOw – what did."
Dia exploded with laughter.
"I do! Isn't it amusing! All these dominos knocked over by the lance," Dia chuckled. "Boxy Love forming the PLC, Ezekiel's death, Medusa presidency, the Grave brothers joining Cross... And soon a dumb blonde, who swore to never fail again, gets involved too!"
"To WhAt YoU sAiD eArLiEr – I beg to differ," the voice said. "The critical question isn't, what scratched the lance... It's where did the lance come from?"
Dia smiled and closed Epics of Noche Book 2, DeathTech before laying it down next to the other seven books.
"They say infinity is a circle... But I think it's more like a spiral," Dia said. "Wouldn't you agree – Jackalope?"
Across the table from Dia, soot a puppet-like entity; with a marionette bar floating above. It had a man's body and wore a black tuxedo with an unloosened red bowtie, but its neck contained a twenty-foot-long vertebra. At its head was a rabbit's skull with wide horizontal deer antlers – which were divided with three big spikes at the base, middle, and ends of its horns. The eyes were thin layers of skin that stretched over the sockets like a fetal pig, but with red buttons sewn into the soggy flesh.
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Jackalope's head floated over the table – stretching its way towards Dia like a snake levitating above the ground.
"ThE hOlIdAy PaRtY – will begin soon," he said.
Dia stood up and grabbed the planet lance that was leaning against a nearby chair.
"Funny... Everyone calls this a lance," she smiled. "But with the barbed end – it looks more like a harpoon."
"SeVeNtEeN hOuRs – Book two, act twenty-seven ends in seventeen hours," Jackalope said. "You need to teleport them out at that exact moment... Are you ready?"
"Yes, daaaaad."
"SaRaCaSm Is – unbecoming of you."
Dia laughed as she walked towards the room's stairwell. She ascended, opened the door, and stood before a yellow and black lighthouse. She grinned ear to ear as the golden beam rotated over the small planet's cardboard-like ocean.
