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Tales of Vesperia: The Silence of the Dragon-Rider - Part 2, Chapter 3
This is a translation of the Tales of Vesperia novels: The Silence of the Dragon-rider, Judith's story. I am only responsible for translating it, and for any content in ((double parentheses)).
PART 2: THE GREAT CIRCLE
Chapter 3
Everything went back to the way it had been before, or at least seemed to.
Hermes spent more time secluded in the Fortress. He buried himself in his research, trying to block out other thoughts. As a result, the research proceeded even further, but Hermes seldom took pleasure in it. The engineers had no idea what had happened, but knew that there wasn't much they could do to help, and they simply enjoyed the increasingly-impressive results of their studies.
Judith was having fun. Although her friends weren't in the Circle, that didn't stop her from socializing with them. But her interest in seeking them out had dwindled, and so did their desire to seek her out. They all noticed that she was behaving more like an adult now. Judith didn't mind.
She didn't think as often about going to see Ba'ul, either. It wasn't that she had forgotten him, and she still regularly found herself going to see him, but the frequency of her visits was decreasing.
Ba'ul wasn't especially concerned with Judith's rarer visits. But he had noticed that Judith's mind had changed. The mind which had once been open only to Ba'ul was now extended in all directions constantly, as if she were being unceasingly exposed to outside influence. Perhaps for that reason, even when Ba'ul reached out to her the mental images that he received from her were hazy, as if some faint mist were holding him back.
Once in a while they would still go up into the sky, but the exaltation, the unity of the first time they swam together was not there, leaving Ba'ul unsatisfied.
But still, Judith felt little different to him -- or perhaps had become even more gentle in reaching out to him. He was still happy, especially compared to the life he had led before coming here.
Ba'ul would wait patiently. He hoped that someday the Judith from before would return.
Aside from that, everything was exactly the same in unchanging Temza.
The days passed, and time passed.
And one night when Judith and Hermes didn't head out to Balbusa, a visitor came to see Ba'ul.
A visitor who came bearing destiny.
Hermes was at home for the first time in a week, and he was trying to feel that way.
He was trying to take a breather from all of the issues here that he needed to wrestle with. He had eaten dinner with Judith, making idle chitchat, and then afterward they had retired to their separate rooms. Hermes shook off the desire to head into his study, going to his bedroom instead.
Thanks to the Great Circle, Judith seemed to have no troubles at all. Hermes had noticed that Judith was less attached to Ba'ul than she had been before, but he wasn't sure whether or not to welcome that change.
He sighed quietly, feeling sorry for himself. Why, when he had so many doubts and complaints, did he find it so hard to think of what to do about them? He thought long and hard, but the only answers he came up with were off-topic. He had started to worry excessively when it came to his daughter.
He understood why they had created the Great Circle. Hermes had to admire it once again. They collected and eliminated their troubles, and it was very effective at that. They had lost all records of who had created it, and for what, but whoever it was had certainly been no one to trifle with. Or perhaps they were the problem, the people who had cultivated and passed down the power of the nageeg over months and years...
He heard something, interrupting his thoughts. Hermes paused, listening carefully. Just when he was starting to think he'd imagined it, he heard it again.
Someone was knocking at the door -- not very hard, and followed by silence. If it were Murcy or one of the other neighbors, they would have been much more energetic about it.
Hermes went out into the corridor, stopping to glance at Judith's room. Nothing was out of sorts, her door closed and everything quiet within.
Again he heard the knocking from the foyer. Hermes turned slowly to face it.
When he'd been in the Circle, he would have already known who was at the door. But now having to open the door to a stranger made him uncomfortable.
Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't locked the door, and that made him even more anxious, even though it didn't seem like the visitor was about to force his way inside. Hermes braced himself and took hold of the handle, easing the door open slowly.
The figure standing in the moonlight just beyond the door was a man. He was shrouded in deep black clothing, and hanging down his back was long silver hair that could have been mistaken for more moonlight. He was not of the Krityan clan; he was an earthbound person. But somehow the man had an almost otherworldly air about him.
For a confused instant, Hermes couldn't help wondering if some ancient craftsman had left a sculpture outside his door.
Then the sculpture spoke.
"I apologize for the late visit. Are you the blastia researcher, Hermes of Temza?"
It was quite a lively voice for a statue, Hermes thought. But it was strangely calm for a human voice.
"Y, yes. And you are?"
It was extremely rare for Temza to be visited by an earthbound person, or in other words, anyone who was not Krityan. Temza was too far and too harsh to visit on a whim. Those few visitors were mostly merchants and their escorts. They came through Mantaic, the town on the other side of the desert, and brought things that Temza did not produce -- mostly useless, unnecessary things.
Even the engineers down at the Fortress at the base of the mountains didn't come up here. Hermes dealt with the research there at his own discretion. Outside of an emergency, they knew to wait for him to go to them.
The man didn't look like one of the engineers, and Hermes didn't remember seeing him at the Fortress. The fact that he knew about the blastia research meant that he might be a messenger from Hermes's sponsor in the Empire.
But Hermes's speculation was cut short.
"Never mind me. The Entelexeia call out to speak with you because of your research."
"Entel... What does that mean?" Hermes echoed involuntarily.
"The Entelexeia. The many overseers of this world. I come as their messenger. They are angry. They needed to contact you before it became too late."
He didn't even remotely understand what the man was talking about. It would have been different if he had been a member of the Circle -- but he was sorely tempted to insist that this was nonsense, to get angry and close the door on the man. But Hermes had a strange feeling about it. Something in the man's voice made Hermes rein in his instinct to doubt or lash out against his words.
"W-- Well, when should we meet up, then? And where should we meet up..." Hermes mumbled, swallowing nervously. He was starting to think that somehow he'd found himself involved in a very serious situation. It didn't seem like he had an option not to go.
"Now will do. I will guide you there," the man told him. He turned around measuredly and took a steady stance -- still bearing an uncanny resemblance to a talking statue -- and indicated something in the distance. "This way."
The silver-haired man began walking purposefully, without waiting for a response and without looking back.
The man traveled down the darkened road steadily, even though he carried no light. Hermes was astonished that the stranger traveled the road much better than himself, though he had lived in Temza for many years. It was like he had a perfect understanding of Temza's paths. He didn't hesitate or slow his stride, even when he came across forks in the road.
While following him, Hermes realized that they were taking the path that would lead them to Balbusa, the one they used when going to visit Ba'ul. Which meant that this stranger should only find this path a dead end. He wondered over and over again what the man's intentions were, if there was some meaning to taking this path, until suddenly the man stopped.
They were at the foot of the bridge leading to Balbusa. The darkness had changed the entrance to Ba'ul's cave into an even blacker gate against the mountain.
Without even glancing at Hermes, the man held up a hand. As if responding to that signal from him, the wind swelled around them.
From high above them, an immense dark form swooped down. Hermes shrank back unthinkingly. "Wh-- what is this?!"
The moonlight revealed a creature that Hermes had never seen before. It had four legs that braced firmly against the ground, and two large wings came from its back. Its head and legs were reminiscent of a bird of prey, and its talons and beak gave it an an air of power and danger. The wings that spanned the length of its body were as dark as the night, but Hermes had a glimpse of vivid color on its body.
It was obvious that this was no common bird or animal. For some reason, as it stood there bathed in the moon's light, Hermes thought that it looked beautiful. But even so, the fear that Hermes felt did not diminish.
"She is no monster. She is an Entelexeia."
He heard the man's voice as if from far away. When Hermes came to his senses, he found that the man had nimbly leapt onto the creature's back.
"Fortunately, there is an Entelexeia larva nearby. You should seek to ride with him."
"...?"
Just then, Hermes heard a familiar trill coming from above him.
"Ba'ul?!"
Balbusa's resident was slowly winding his way down to them, and landed right in front of Hermes.
Hermes felt his confusion only deepen. What had this man called them -- Entelexeia? Larva? What did 'the many overseers of the world' mean -- and was Ba'ul one of them? Where were they going, who were they going to meet?
Once again, Hermes glanced at the man who sat astride the creature. He had called it an Entelexeia. Did that mean there were many more like it? If he went along with them, what would happen to him?
He looked at Ba'ul, as if seeking some sort of rescue, but Ba'ul was staring fixedly at him. Somehow his eyes seemed apologetic.
Suddenly Hermes was struck by that look, by Ba'ul's ability to communicate. He had the light of intelligence in his eyes, one that no monster could ever have. If it seemed unlikely that he would suddenly turn around and eat Hermes -- then that still didn't necessarily mean that he would be returned here safely and quickly.
Hermes wished fervently that he could speak to Ba'ul. But it didn't seem like he could choose not to go with them, so he climbed up to sit on Ba'ul's back. This would be the first time that he had ridden Ba'ul alone.
Out of the blue, he felt Ba'ul's will. He could not defy them, but he didn't have to do everything they wanted either, he seemed to be saying. Ba'ul was puzzled, but somehow they had finally been able to make a connection and exchange their thoughts, and Ba'ul was honestly delighted.
Hermes was more surprised by the contact itself than by what Ba'ul had said in it. Had this happened just because he wished for it--?
It would have been ideal for this to have happened much earlier, and Hermes regretted now that he had worried about the impact of this connection on Judith, worries that were now otherwise forgotten. There was so much that Hermes wanted to ask Ba'ul, about him and his race.
While Hermes was deep in thought, the man spoke again. "Well, then. Khroma, if you would."
The Entelexeia let out a shrill cry like a bird, and took off with great flaps of its wings. Ba'ul moved to follow them before they became only a speck on the horizon, soaring up into the sky with Hermes on his back.
"Where could he be?" Judith muttered. Her mood was sinking further and further. If not for the influence of the Great Circle holding her back, she would probably have been in a full-out tantrum by now.
Even though it was late at night, her father had snuck out secretly. He'd reprimanded her for doing that, but it was fine for him to do it. That was the privilege of being an adult, and it's not like it was even that unusual for him to lead a double life. Fine, whatever!
Judith had seen him. From her window she had spotted a huge shadow block out the glittering moon, and someone had been riding it. Even Judith hadn't tried going riding through the sky at night! She was unhappy that her father had gotten to it first, and unhappy that he was doing it alone.
Sometimes emotion flared up inside her, like a strong memory, but each time the Great Circle extinguished it. Her unhappiness now should have quickly faded away, but that wasn't happening. Judith stubbornly continued to feel it. It was the dead of night but Judith refused to go to bed, staying up to wait for her dad to return home.
She was going to interrogate him so much when he got back.
In the end, Hermes didn't return home until just before dawn. The moon was gone and the stars had dwindled to nothing, with the sun's light starting to illuminate the horizon by the time Hermes stepped through the doorway.
He made no attempt to come in quietly, opening and closing the door thoughtlessly. He didn't slam it, but that was the only consideration in his entrance.
Even though it didn't make a lot of noise, it was enough to wake Judith up. She had fallen asleep while waiting for him, to her chagrin.
Unsurprisingly, her terrible mood had evened out by now, but she hadn't forgotten the reason she stayed up as she ran to greet her father. "Welcome home!"
Judith came up to him with a smile, but the man who had returned almost didn't look like her father.
Hermes was exhausted to the core. He seemed thin and dried up, as if the last drop of vitality had been wrung out of him. His wide-open eyes were bloodshot and lacked luster. It was more a wild-eyed look than mere lack of sleep. His features were frozen stiff, like a single shock might run the risk of shattering him to pieces.
Taken as a whole, he seemed utterly grief-stricken.
Something terrible had happened. That was all that Judith understood.
"Are you okay? What is it?"
But Hermes didn't answer. He swayed like a heat mirage, without seeming to recognize her. Her worry for her father welled up inside her as if fighting against the Circle's influence, and emerged in words before it could be absorbed by the Circle.
"What happened, Dad?"
Hermes seemed to hear her for the first time, and finally recognized her standing there in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he said nothing, shutting his mouth again.
"Rinshiya'na?" Judith asked again, What's wrong? in the ancient language, trying to ease the tension. Speaking in their language always made her feel light and comfortable.
Whether she got through to him, or the sound of her words was enough of a shock to his system, some clarity returned slowly to Hermes's eyes.
"...Jaffu kuzuk'mu fwenba," Hermes managed to force out, in a voice that Judith could just barely hear.
"Huh?"
Judith let Hermes step past her without asking anything else, and he disappeared into his bedroom, leaving behind nothing, like a ghost.
Judith stared blankly off after he was gone, trying to puzzle out the meaning of what he had said to her.
Jaffu kuzuk'mu fwenba.
I've committed a grave sin.
PART 2: THE GREAT CIRCLE
Chapter 3
Everything went back to the way it had been before, or at least seemed to.
Hermes spent more time secluded in the Fortress. He buried himself in his research, trying to block out other thoughts. As a result, the research proceeded even further, but Hermes seldom took pleasure in it. The engineers had no idea what had happened, but knew that there wasn't much they could do to help, and they simply enjoyed the increasingly-impressive results of their studies.
Judith was having fun. Although her friends weren't in the Circle, that didn't stop her from socializing with them. But her interest in seeking them out had dwindled, and so did their desire to seek her out. They all noticed that she was behaving more like an adult now. Judith didn't mind.
She didn't think as often about going to see Ba'ul, either. It wasn't that she had forgotten him, and she still regularly found herself going to see him, but the frequency of her visits was decreasing.
Ba'ul wasn't especially concerned with Judith's rarer visits. But he had noticed that Judith's mind had changed. The mind which had once been open only to Ba'ul was now extended in all directions constantly, as if she were being unceasingly exposed to outside influence. Perhaps for that reason, even when Ba'ul reached out to her the mental images that he received from her were hazy, as if some faint mist were holding him back.
Once in a while they would still go up into the sky, but the exaltation, the unity of the first time they swam together was not there, leaving Ba'ul unsatisfied.
But still, Judith felt little different to him -- or perhaps had become even more gentle in reaching out to him. He was still happy, especially compared to the life he had led before coming here.
Ba'ul would wait patiently. He hoped that someday the Judith from before would return.
Aside from that, everything was exactly the same in unchanging Temza.
The days passed, and time passed.
And one night when Judith and Hermes didn't head out to Balbusa, a visitor came to see Ba'ul.
A visitor who came bearing destiny.
Hermes was at home for the first time in a week, and he was trying to feel that way.
He was trying to take a breather from all of the issues here that he needed to wrestle with. He had eaten dinner with Judith, making idle chitchat, and then afterward they had retired to their separate rooms. Hermes shook off the desire to head into his study, going to his bedroom instead.
Thanks to the Great Circle, Judith seemed to have no troubles at all. Hermes had noticed that Judith was less attached to Ba'ul than she had been before, but he wasn't sure whether or not to welcome that change.
He sighed quietly, feeling sorry for himself. Why, when he had so many doubts and complaints, did he find it so hard to think of what to do about them? He thought long and hard, but the only answers he came up with were off-topic. He had started to worry excessively when it came to his daughter.
He understood why they had created the Great Circle. Hermes had to admire it once again. They collected and eliminated their troubles, and it was very effective at that. They had lost all records of who had created it, and for what, but whoever it was had certainly been no one to trifle with. Or perhaps they were the problem, the people who had cultivated and passed down the power of the nageeg over months and years...
He heard something, interrupting his thoughts. Hermes paused, listening carefully. Just when he was starting to think he'd imagined it, he heard it again.
Someone was knocking at the door -- not very hard, and followed by silence. If it were Murcy or one of the other neighbors, they would have been much more energetic about it.
Hermes went out into the corridor, stopping to glance at Judith's room. Nothing was out of sorts, her door closed and everything quiet within.
Again he heard the knocking from the foyer. Hermes turned slowly to face it.
When he'd been in the Circle, he would have already known who was at the door. But now having to open the door to a stranger made him uncomfortable.
Suddenly he remembered that he hadn't locked the door, and that made him even more anxious, even though it didn't seem like the visitor was about to force his way inside. Hermes braced himself and took hold of the handle, easing the door open slowly.
The figure standing in the moonlight just beyond the door was a man. He was shrouded in deep black clothing, and hanging down his back was long silver hair that could have been mistaken for more moonlight. He was not of the Krityan clan; he was an earthbound person. But somehow the man had an almost otherworldly air about him.
For a confused instant, Hermes couldn't help wondering if some ancient craftsman had left a sculpture outside his door.
Then the sculpture spoke.
"I apologize for the late visit. Are you the blastia researcher, Hermes of Temza?"
It was quite a lively voice for a statue, Hermes thought. But it was strangely calm for a human voice.
"Y, yes. And you are?"
It was extremely rare for Temza to be visited by an earthbound person, or in other words, anyone who was not Krityan. Temza was too far and too harsh to visit on a whim. Those few visitors were mostly merchants and their escorts. They came through Mantaic, the town on the other side of the desert, and brought things that Temza did not produce -- mostly useless, unnecessary things.
Even the engineers down at the Fortress at the base of the mountains didn't come up here. Hermes dealt with the research there at his own discretion. Outside of an emergency, they knew to wait for him to go to them.
The man didn't look like one of the engineers, and Hermes didn't remember seeing him at the Fortress. The fact that he knew about the blastia research meant that he might be a messenger from Hermes's sponsor in the Empire.
But Hermes's speculation was cut short.
"Never mind me. The Entelexeia call out to speak with you because of your research."
"Entel... What does that mean?" Hermes echoed involuntarily.
"The Entelexeia. The many overseers of this world. I come as their messenger. They are angry. They needed to contact you before it became too late."
He didn't even remotely understand what the man was talking about. It would have been different if he had been a member of the Circle -- but he was sorely tempted to insist that this was nonsense, to get angry and close the door on the man. But Hermes had a strange feeling about it. Something in the man's voice made Hermes rein in his instinct to doubt or lash out against his words.
"W-- Well, when should we meet up, then? And where should we meet up..." Hermes mumbled, swallowing nervously. He was starting to think that somehow he'd found himself involved in a very serious situation. It didn't seem like he had an option not to go.
"Now will do. I will guide you there," the man told him. He turned around measuredly and took a steady stance -- still bearing an uncanny resemblance to a talking statue -- and indicated something in the distance. "This way."
The silver-haired man began walking purposefully, without waiting for a response and without looking back.
The man traveled down the darkened road steadily, even though he carried no light. Hermes was astonished that the stranger traveled the road much better than himself, though he had lived in Temza for many years. It was like he had a perfect understanding of Temza's paths. He didn't hesitate or slow his stride, even when he came across forks in the road.
While following him, Hermes realized that they were taking the path that would lead them to Balbusa, the one they used when going to visit Ba'ul. Which meant that this stranger should only find this path a dead end. He wondered over and over again what the man's intentions were, if there was some meaning to taking this path, until suddenly the man stopped.
They were at the foot of the bridge leading to Balbusa. The darkness had changed the entrance to Ba'ul's cave into an even blacker gate against the mountain.
Without even glancing at Hermes, the man held up a hand. As if responding to that signal from him, the wind swelled around them.
From high above them, an immense dark form swooped down. Hermes shrank back unthinkingly. "Wh-- what is this?!"
The moonlight revealed a creature that Hermes had never seen before. It had four legs that braced firmly against the ground, and two large wings came from its back. Its head and legs were reminiscent of a bird of prey, and its talons and beak gave it an an air of power and danger. The wings that spanned the length of its body were as dark as the night, but Hermes had a glimpse of vivid color on its body.
It was obvious that this was no common bird or animal. For some reason, as it stood there bathed in the moon's light, Hermes thought that it looked beautiful. But even so, the fear that Hermes felt did not diminish.
"She is no monster. She is an Entelexeia."
He heard the man's voice as if from far away. When Hermes came to his senses, he found that the man had nimbly leapt onto the creature's back.
"Fortunately, there is an Entelexeia larva nearby. You should seek to ride with him."
"...?"
Just then, Hermes heard a familiar trill coming from above him.
"Ba'ul?!"
Balbusa's resident was slowly winding his way down to them, and landed right in front of Hermes.
Hermes felt his confusion only deepen. What had this man called them -- Entelexeia? Larva? What did 'the many overseers of the world' mean -- and was Ba'ul one of them? Where were they going, who were they going to meet?
Once again, Hermes glanced at the man who sat astride the creature. He had called it an Entelexeia. Did that mean there were many more like it? If he went along with them, what would happen to him?
He looked at Ba'ul, as if seeking some sort of rescue, but Ba'ul was staring fixedly at him. Somehow his eyes seemed apologetic.
Suddenly Hermes was struck by that look, by Ba'ul's ability to communicate. He had the light of intelligence in his eyes, one that no monster could ever have. If it seemed unlikely that he would suddenly turn around and eat Hermes -- then that still didn't necessarily mean that he would be returned here safely and quickly.
Hermes wished fervently that he could speak to Ba'ul. But it didn't seem like he could choose not to go with them, so he climbed up to sit on Ba'ul's back. This would be the first time that he had ridden Ba'ul alone.
Out of the blue, he felt Ba'ul's will. He could not defy them, but he didn't have to do everything they wanted either, he seemed to be saying. Ba'ul was puzzled, but somehow they had finally been able to make a connection and exchange their thoughts, and Ba'ul was honestly delighted.
Hermes was more surprised by the contact itself than by what Ba'ul had said in it. Had this happened just because he wished for it--?
It would have been ideal for this to have happened much earlier, and Hermes regretted now that he had worried about the impact of this connection on Judith, worries that were now otherwise forgotten. There was so much that Hermes wanted to ask Ba'ul, about him and his race.
While Hermes was deep in thought, the man spoke again. "Well, then. Khroma, if you would."
The Entelexeia let out a shrill cry like a bird, and took off with great flaps of its wings. Ba'ul moved to follow them before they became only a speck on the horizon, soaring up into the sky with Hermes on his back.
"Where could he be?" Judith muttered. Her mood was sinking further and further. If not for the influence of the Great Circle holding her back, she would probably have been in a full-out tantrum by now.
Even though it was late at night, her father had snuck out secretly. He'd reprimanded her for doing that, but it was fine for him to do it. That was the privilege of being an adult, and it's not like it was even that unusual for him to lead a double life. Fine, whatever!
Judith had seen him. From her window she had spotted a huge shadow block out the glittering moon, and someone had been riding it. Even Judith hadn't tried going riding through the sky at night! She was unhappy that her father had gotten to it first, and unhappy that he was doing it alone.
Sometimes emotion flared up inside her, like a strong memory, but each time the Great Circle extinguished it. Her unhappiness now should have quickly faded away, but that wasn't happening. Judith stubbornly continued to feel it. It was the dead of night but Judith refused to go to bed, staying up to wait for her dad to return home.
She was going to interrogate him so much when he got back.
In the end, Hermes didn't return home until just before dawn. The moon was gone and the stars had dwindled to nothing, with the sun's light starting to illuminate the horizon by the time Hermes stepped through the doorway.
He made no attempt to come in quietly, opening and closing the door thoughtlessly. He didn't slam it, but that was the only consideration in his entrance.
Even though it didn't make a lot of noise, it was enough to wake Judith up. She had fallen asleep while waiting for him, to her chagrin.
Unsurprisingly, her terrible mood had evened out by now, but she hadn't forgotten the reason she stayed up as she ran to greet her father. "Welcome home!"
Judith came up to him with a smile, but the man who had returned almost didn't look like her father.
Hermes was exhausted to the core. He seemed thin and dried up, as if the last drop of vitality had been wrung out of him. His wide-open eyes were bloodshot and lacked luster. It was more a wild-eyed look than mere lack of sleep. His features were frozen stiff, like a single shock might run the risk of shattering him to pieces.
Taken as a whole, he seemed utterly grief-stricken.
Something terrible had happened. That was all that Judith understood.
"Are you okay? What is it?"
But Hermes didn't answer. He swayed like a heat mirage, without seeming to recognize her. Her worry for her father welled up inside her as if fighting against the Circle's influence, and emerged in words before it could be absorbed by the Circle.
"What happened, Dad?"
Hermes seemed to hear her for the first time, and finally recognized her standing there in front of him. He opened his mouth to speak, but he said nothing, shutting his mouth again.
"Rinshiya'na?" Judith asked again, What's wrong? in the ancient language, trying to ease the tension. Speaking in their language always made her feel light and comfortable.
Whether she got through to him, or the sound of her words was enough of a shock to his system, some clarity returned slowly to Hermes's eyes.
"...Jaffu kuzuk'mu fwenba," Hermes managed to force out, in a voice that Judith could just barely hear.
"Huh?"
Judith let Hermes step past her without asking anything else, and he disappeared into his bedroom, leaving behind nothing, like a ghost.
Judith stared blankly off after he was gone, trying to puzzle out the meaning of what he had said to her.
Jaffu kuzuk'mu fwenba.
I've committed a grave sin.
((Editor's notes: This chapter contains an image of Duke with the Entelexeia, which I ineptly scanned for Samm. I'm sorry that it turned out not to be Elucifur. Logic would have indicated it would have been him, but I guess it was Khroma! Even though I'm not sure why she exists right now, and why it was her instead of Elucifur.))
((So, everyone's relationship with Ba'ul continues to be wibbly and heart-breaky and/or -melty. Hermes is now aware of everything that's wrong with his blastia. Exciting times are ahead, and we're almost officially halfway through this book -- 2.4 is long, but after that we've finished two sections, and have two more to go! Unfortunately, 2.4 may be late because of personal business.))
Changelog ;;
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... Duke keeps getting weirder and weirder XD
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Is everyone really sure he's human? XD
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Duke is doing very poorly at this aging thing. So very poorly. Sculpture..
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Even more interesting I'm suprised Hermes didn't know what Entelexia even meant. I guess I kind of assumed all Krytian knew about them in some way, even if they didn't know what Baul exactly was.
Baul tugged my heart strings, poor boy is getting swept along in everybody's lives while being pushed out of Judith's.
Judith's situation itself is interesting as her mind continues to sink deeper into the circles influence and yet her bond to her Dad still seems to have some hold on her own individuality to make it flare against the Circle's practices. If only a little.
I hope poor Hermes... what am I saying. X/ I just he gets some relief before the end, though I'm counting on it (read the Damuron story).
Thanks for sharing. =D