Chapter 857: Brood Mother
"Ahhh..." A sound of utter exhaustion resounded from the figure of Yennda, who seemed stranded in the void. It was a familiar space to someone like him who had died thousands of times. It was like he was in a trance, a state where he was half-awake, drifting across the void endlessly.
Originally, like in a state of sleep, he wasn't even aware of this place. Only after being revived so many times did Yennda begin to observe the place bit by bit. Of course, someone like Orakha was able to maintain a semblance of consciousness even here, which was how he stole information about the Mystic Paths every time he was revived at the start.
Having been maintaining himself at the Iron Grade all along meant his body, mind, and soul weren't robust enough to glean into the process. However, it was different this time, as he was killed while at the Gold Grade, especially upon obtaining his Pranic Beast form of a Tangible Epidemic.
He could perceive everything clearly. Amidst the void were roots dangling about, containing data clusters towards their ends. They absorbed the data clusters like nutrients, processed them along the roots, and eventually condensed something through the fruits.
Even if he could perceive everything clearly now, he could do nothing here. Nothing was under his control. His sole choice was to wait passively until Blola revives him.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Originally, that should have been the case. But there was a duo that had other plans, for which they needed him to react in a certain way.
The sense of clarity grew stronger as Yennda found himself shining a faint yellow hue. It was then that a bridge of yellow extend out of his body and travel endlessly into the void. Even without a glance, he instinctively knew what it was.
The Yellow Mystic Path!
At the end of the path was his daughter, Harrala. And a moment after it appeared, cracks covered the path before it shattered.
[Dad!]
A mournful scream of Harrala resounded in his mind, jolting him awake as Yennda screamed, "NOOO!"
The fact that the Mystic Path shattered implied his daughter's death, "No! Please, this has to be a dream! I may be hallucinating...yes, that should be it..."
[Can I...spend time with you, Dad?]
[Do I...do I have the fortune to be with you?]
The relationship between the two wasn't a happy one. Originally created to be consumed by Yennda, Harrala wasn't supposed to ever grow up. However, after Grehha interfered during the First Major Disaster, took charge of Yuza, and eventually resulted in Harrala's birth, things changed.
Unlike other Empyrean Tusks, Harrala was forced to grow while bearing the expectations of her Settlement without an Empyrean Tusk for them to reside in.
Gannala's state was similar, but she was away from her immune system. As a result, she could spend a good majority of her growth time without being influenced by the desperation of her immune system wishing to stay in her.
Due to this, Harrala grew depressed. Moreover, at that point in time, the Mammoth Clan not only had a limited amount of resources, but Grehha too didn't have much expertise with his Empyrean Incubator.
Therefore, even genetically, Harrala was barely suited to be an Empyrean Tusk. She was only better than the weakest versions of Empyrean Tusks in the Mammoth Clan history. Her feats as a Mystic Path inheritor were nothing too.
Among all this, she felt lonely the most, due to the amount of time she was forced to stay in human form because she wasn't ready yet to become an Empyrean Tusk. As a result, she sought a familial bond and ended up relying on Yennda.
It was a twisted relationship built out of loneliness and desperation. However, her desperation became Yennda's solace. He ended up behaving according to her needs, for only then could he avoid blaming himself needlessly.
Every moment they shared together, it was Harrala taking the initiative to do things with him that a family did together, be it having meals, trying to play, etc.
[I...wanted to spend more time with you, Dad!]
The Yellow Mystic Path shattered fully and fell towards him. The fragments of the Mystic Path seeped into him, carrying with them all of Harrala's experiences. Everything that the Yellow Mystic Path had accumulated over the years was funnelled back to the source- Yennda.
'She...genuinely wanted me to be in her life...' As all her memories funnelled into him, tears streamed out of his eyes as Yennda wriggled, "I...I should have done better...I shouldn't have been a fucking idiot!"
"I...I should have..." He clutched his head in pain and uttered while covered by tears, his teeth clattering as his expression became rage-inbound, "Even if I realise it now, so what? She's dead! My daughter's dead! Harrala's dead!"
"She's...she's not there...anymore...not in my life... you fucking idiot! Idiot! IDIOT! DIE! DIE! DIE!" His fingers dug into his eyes and began to gouge them out, as painfully as possible, "USELESS BASTARD! WHY ARE YOU SO USELESS?"
"DIE! FUCKING BASTARD!" His sobs stopped, replaced by whimpers as blood trickled down his hollow eye sockets, "She's...dead. My daughter's dead. There's...there's nothing left for me anymore. Is there any point in living this cursed life?"
As he despaired, the last yellow fragment merged into him, clearly highlighting the scene where Brangara devoured Harrala wholly. Even if she had four lives, it didn't matter as Unlimited Predator digested her whole, stack included. "If he didn't exist...right, I don't care anymore. So,"
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