Vurckair’s invitation lingered without receiving a direct response.
It is not out of Naíndra’s disrespect, or to play hard to get. But rather by the excessive increase of hostility in the environment.
{Someone is pissed off. Haha. I knew the aura could transmit emotions. But this is...}
{This is becoming way too suffocating...}
He looked around; Several people in the chamber moved with suspicious gait.
Then it clicked in Vurckair; The dire realization plastered across his face, immediately warned the ladies near him.
For a brief instant. Absolute tranquility remained cradling the enclosure.
Inspiring the same unsettling calmness that is buried deep in the chest, tickling eerily just before everything is wrecked apart by sheer damnation.
With sudden coordination. The suspicious subjects wielded twin brass knuckles; Each weapon embedded with three alienated black Solid Nodes.
{Kill them all, Abraxza!}
The Summon is aware of Vurckair’s hatred towards terrorism. Unhesitantly firing a burst volley of Shö’Thöms.
Various bodies were splattered around, blood and flesh flew everywhere, but didn’t meddle down the hostile’s determination.
They crashed the brass knuckles against their chests.
The 6 Solid Nodes interacted with the unformed Singularities; What unleashed a powerful implosion, collapsing the perpetrators corpses into tiny vacuum spheres, that expanded in size, sucking-in from afar those who have the Stats related to External Magic: Mentality, Spirituality, and Radiance.
However. Everyone was affected; Even those who enjoyed the natural isolation provided by the Halo got entangled with the strong pull.
Naylyn and Giassmennia are flabbergasted by their inability to stand straight. Their balance is a complete mess, depending entirely on their comrades.
Vurckair adapted quickly, embracing Naylyn’s and Balalaika’s waist; Securing himself to the floor, with the golden claws of his feet and hands.
Simultaneously. Mätzeniä and Miellessa rapidly clung to the treadmills, maintaining lowered postures as they held Giassmennia.
Naindra possesses Radiance, yet, her striking True-Silver Halo kept her steady long enough to hug Vurckair’s right leg with one arm, trapping Odette with the other.
Meanwhile, Tiollessa got tackled to the ground by Evennette. Who has True-Wine Horns and Halo. But she is being slowly pulled away despite holding Vurckair’s left foot.
{Her grip is getting loose. My hands are literally occupied; And there is nothing else near she can grab onto...}
Even though Evennette is an attractive stranger, her impending dead, leaves a bad taste in Vurckair’s mouth.
{If only i had a tail like Dollzerka...}
[ Error: First Embryon available at Level 10 ]
{I know Ell’Thane, you don’t have to tell me again...}
The idea blended with his instincts, and agonizing pain tore straight down from the nape to the neck, passing through the spine till reached the coccyx’s base, growing a mostly scaly feline tail with only the tip resembling wolfish fur.
{This is so weird!}
He grunted in annoyance, clumsily extending his tail to envelope Evennette’s arm.
Yet. Tiollessa slipped, and Naindra twisted her arm, offering her elbow as a 90° angle handler. Placing her hand on Vurckair’s groin.
{She is a bold one!}
Without hesitation, he retracted the Adarga’s scales on his crotch, and hardened his manhood, so Naindra had a good pole to hold onto.
She couldn’t help herself, sensuously purring with the sight of Vurckair’s well endowed virility.
A trait she adores to see in any potential mate; Plus, she is not an uptight prude like most of her peers. Enjoying the needed contact, as the edges of her mouth curled up in a mischievous, satisfied smile.
{It’s not enough. We are getting dragged}
"Occult your Halo Boob’boy." Ordered Vurckair. Making Giassmennia’s light-headed.
By working together; They barely managed to withstand the absorption.
But is getting worse as the immaterial constructions merged between each other into larger, and more powerful vacuum spheres.
"Your specific Perfect Attunement of Stats isn’t helping us. Nalune’s and Blondie’s Idol Halos are somehow neutral in this situation, your’s isn’t."
Giassmennia was still unsure, but complied with the demand.
After she controlled and vanished her Halo, the pressure got noticeably reduced, even though the vacuum spheres ended as a big single anomaly.
A minute later, the sphere got deflated like an airless ball, transformed into a kind of smooth, rippling, circular vortex, that emanated obscure fog, and spilled out, black tarry liquid from the rimmed edge.
With no more absorption. The damage in the chamber became apparent.
There used to be over 400 people at the Training Quarters, now there are less than 30.
{Only materials and equipment with magical engravings were affected}
Vurckair continued assessing the damage, he is too used to the aftermath of attacks, due to his life in Azthea.
"Thank you..." Evennette’s voice trailed off as her sight went up; Naíndra squeezed with delight the young man’s hard cock.
Stunned, Evennette clasped her hand around Vurckair’s tail.
"Hey!. Be gentle, Succu-Choco!."
She yelped, and stood up. Embarrassed of the nickname, especially after imagine herself sucking the sweet nectar oozing from Vurckair’s erected cock.
"Seriously stop!." He complained, retracting his sore tail.
"I’m sorry, it was unintentional."
"I know but..." Vurckair felt dizzy, and his forehead hit the floor..
He developed an extra appendix, and his body is demanding compensation through proper nutrition, but he hadn’t eaten since yesterday’s dinner.
"Vuick?!." Naylyn screamed panicked. "Are you hurt?!. You bare the burden of carrying us with your threads!. What were you thinking?!."
{I did that?!}
"You did it with my assistance." Answered Abraxza.
The Summon’s bluish fire appeared to be lighter and brighter, while the darkness and the red dot became much more intense.
{I love you, Abraxza}
She didn’t reply, and Camouflaged herself.
{You are so cute when frustrated...}
"Vuick?!." Called Naylyn, rubbing her head against the young man.
He tried to do the same; But his world spun in his head.
{I feel like shit. Probably i look like it too...}
Struggling, he extracted his golden claws from the floor. "I’m just starved, Nalune."
He touched Naylyn’s cheek, then teased Balalaika’s back. "Little Lamb, give me the rations."
She obeyed, and Vurckair devoured within seconds what was supposed to be enough food for three people during two days.
Giassmennia was simply stunned. "How can you eat after what happened?!."
"That’s exactly why i’m doing it. In case we need to fight. I’ll prefer to have a full stomach rather than an empty one..."