Chapter 415:13.73: Sky and Star Aetheral Space

Aetheral Space

Chapter 415:13.73: Sky and Star

What did it mean to be bound by promises?

Did it mean to be bound by every promise, like a net to keep your entrails inside your body, or could there be a hierarchy? Could the chain of one promise be tighter than the other? Was that even better, or was that tightness a cruelty? Was the weak chain truly weak, or just kinder?

Ionir Yggdrassil was bound by promises, even if it was no longer sure what that meant. The promise of obeisance to one had been broken this night, for sake of obeisance towards another. If that truly was a sin, Ionir was not equipped to punish itself.

So, in this situation, it did the only thing it could.

Ionir moved.

In its current bodily configuration, Nidhogh, Ionir’s sheer size and strength meant that it was more than a match for its two targets, even without any Aether infusion to speak of. Letting out a roar of grinding bark, it swept its vine-like tail across the rooftop, the appendage crushing everything it rushed over.

Aclima darted towards the incoming tail, no doubt thinking it was filled with Wisdom she could attack with her ability, but AnyaHapgrass saw through it immediately. She pushed in front of the Supreme Heir -- and planted one of her two flags into the rooftop before her, between the two women and the attack.

Ionir had never seen AnyaHapgrass fight before, but it was vaguely familiar with her abilities through the re

GretchenHail was an expert on Aether Armaments, after all. It seemed she’d come equipped this time.

"Hiya, tree," she growled. "It’s been a while."

It was a good thing, Morgan Nacht supposed, that he wasn’t afraid of heights.

One second, he’d been fighting Aclima along the rooftops of Azum-Ha -- and in the next he was somewhere else entirely. A circular platform of blue crystal, around ten metres across, with Aclima standing on the other side. Where they were wasn’t the issue, though.

The issue was where the platform was.

Azum-Ha was one of the biggest city-worlds in the galaxy, right next to the UAP’s Serendipity. The buildings stretched so high that there were many places that had to project an artificial sky, just to prevent neuroses in the populace. When you were on Azum-Ha, the urban jungle was inescapable.

If Morgan looked down right now… if Morgan squinted… he could just about make out that landscape.

How high up were they? Morgan couldn’t put a number on it, but he didn’t think the number would make him feel much better, anyway. If they weren’t in the upper atmosphere, they were damn well close.

At any rate… this was the border between the sky and the stars.

That sphere had done this. Beyond that, Morgan didn’t have the luxury of speculation. He had to focus on survival right now. He had to focus on victory.

He held his near-broken sword in both hands, ready against the girl opposite him. Aclima looked just as confused as he had for a moment, but then her face hardened, and her eyes turned cold. It seemed she’d reached the same conclusion he had.