Tbate-The Reincarnates

After the storm comes the calm

From the point of view of Lancelot Winey

Frustration, anxiety, doubt and fear all these emotions disappeared as a shroud of black lightning cracked around me. I let myself sink deeper into the Realmheart's cold embrace.

As ether continued to gather around me, weaving its ethereal tendrils into my body, I could see the runes spreading out and connecting with each other around my body. I felt numb, numb as the power flowed freely.

It was an intoxicating sensation.

I let out a sigh and ether particles fluttered in front of me. Raising an arm completely enveloped in a golden aura, my body, bathed in golden light, glowed brighter and brighter.

I had a clear mind and had full control of the Realmheart's unrestricted power.

I took out the device resembling a medallion that Vitch had given me so I could teleport to Opheans, it would be my escape route.

I noticed something about the device that I hadn't noticed before, now stood out to me in this fully assimilated Realmheart state, and that was light etched runes.

Immediately, I noticed a shift in coloration that was like a speck in the dark sky. The ether floated there, rippling like water.

Reaching out and just letting my fingertips brush the surface. A tingling sensation like static electricity ran down my arm and made my teeth itch.

The shithead was forcing this place to open a way out for me. I pushed more ether against the distortion, but it resisted. There was a connection to Dicathen, I could feel it, but the portal that Dorothy had brought me to this place itself was gone. This was more like...a scar.

Seconds passed. I pushed harder, feeling the fabric of reality tremble under my hands.

Wasting no time, I threw the medallion with the engraved coordinates and created my own teleportation portal.

Walls of amethyst mist and violet lightning flashed by. My core lurched as reality warped around me.

Then my feet hit solid ground.

Slowly, like waking up from a long, deep dream, I opened my eyes.

The disaster that had happened was over.

However, no one rejoiced. There was still fear in everyone's eyes, the 13th of November had left deep marks on all the inhabitants of Dicathen.

In the midst of this silence there was a palpable tension radiating from everyone present, the dust was heavy in the air, tinged with the coppery scent of spilled blood.

Dozens of other people got up or sat down, all dusty and covered in blood.

The red dyed barrier that surrounded the school broke from above. The broken fragments of the barrier fell, reflecting the vibration of the Constellation Aurora, which was almost in full bloom, in the night sky; the bloodied city instantly turned into a fairytale scene.

"Lance, my baby, are you okay?" My mom reached out and I grabbed her hand.

"I'm fine, Mom. I've seen better days, but I'll be fine with a little rest." I shook my head, putting strength into my mom's grip on my hand to reassure her.

My attention finally turned to the rest of the people who had fought here in Mayburn. Many were still struggling through the fallen wreckage, looking for survivors. I could see more than a few motionless bodies.

I found Sam first, on the benches behind me, desperately using gusts of wind to clear away debris.

My father was lying against Fluger's body not far from where we were, his eyes closed and his face streaked with blood. But there was a subtle movement in his chest so I knew he was alive.

'It's good to have you back, Lancelot.' Fluger said through our connection.

'Thanks.'