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Frank's Soul Armory slowly opened, as he selected the spear, touching it with his hand.
Yes, a Hand made with the power of Humility, which he could now use even in conceptual places like this.
FLASH!
And then, as he opened his eyes, a bright light rapidly took the form of a long, beautiful white, silver, and golden colored spear.
However, it wasn't as beautiful anymore, as it looked rusty, with cracks, and deteriorated… It was missing several of its jewels and the wing-shaped decorations were falling apart.
What's worse, it was also constantly glitching. Frank was unable to keep up the projection now after White died in such a way.
"I see…"
Michael approached the spear, touching it with her etheric hand.
Her eyes suddenly turned completely white for a moment, as she learned a lot of information from it in a mere second.
"So this is the shape I have taken in this world… How intriguing. Even though I had no memories of being her or being with you or her previous masters, she's still me."
"Really?"
"Yes, she's the Embodiment of my Records. A powerful Primordial being at the same level as you forged her, no… Someone that might be even greater than you, Frank."
"P-Primordial?"
"The Primordials and their Children have the power to access the Root of All Things through their Traits and Abilities. From there, they can draw Record Fragments of beings, history, myths, and energies and matter that has existed through all of Reality, Time and Space."
"What?"
"In simple terms, imagine everything being always filmed by something greater, this film of all things is stored endlessly in the Root of All Things. Not even my Father and the other Primordials such as Khaos and Azathoth are free from the Records."
"I-I see… so everything we do is stored as data? What is this? Is the entire universe a computer then?"
"Universe? No, well, you could call everything a universe if you want, but Reality is much more complex, it is composed of endlessly expanding bubbles throughout all of what it is and what it would be. This Universe is but one of the quadrillions that exist within the Sea of Emptiness, a large ocean of decayed void that exists within this Dimension."
"H-Huh?"
"Hmm, okay, everything is a bubble, and inside the bubbles there's more bubbles, and outside the bubbles there's an even bigger bubble! Get it now? This Universe, and many more, create a Dimension. And many Dimensions aligned together like cells of a greater organism encompass The Fabric of Reality, which forms Existence. At the end of this, at the far depths of the Origin Of All Things, the Root forever expands, storing the Records of Everything that Was, Is, and Will Be."
"…"
"This White is me, she was born from my own Records, and is a piece of myself in a way, not someone different. Now that I've touched this projection of the real thing, I've assimilated a large piece of her memories, and we've aligned as one."
"I see… So you know who made you?"
"I do… It is someone named Kireina."
"…Eh?! Kireina? Wait, maybe it's someone else? It's funny, there's a student back at high school named Kireina…"
"Really? Well you live in Japan; it must be a common name here."
"I-I guess? Though… do you know how she looks?"
"She has sharp crimson eyes, long purple hair, butterfly wings and black horns. She has a deceptive personality and has several layers of her character. She's the Daughter of Khaos, making her a Primordial Child."
"I-I see… The one I know also has… Ugh…!"
Frank suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, falling as the spear fell over the floor.
On his knees, he groaned, grabbing his head.
"Aaagh!"
"Frank?!"
FLASH!
Suddenly, more images appeared through his mind, visions, memories of a life he didn't remember living.
Of this Kireina, and their journey in another world.
And even older than that, of what he lived somewhere else.
These faint memories came crashing into his head like painful fragments, scattering into even smaller pieces, making things more confusing.
White tried to heal him, but the pain wouldn't disappear even when she tried.
"Frank! Are you alright?"
"I'm fine… I had another weird headache… I… saw visions, memories… I… it is as if I was seeing memories of my previous life… And in that previous life I met her, Kireina! A-And she… she looks the same as the one from school…"
"…"
Michael looked at Frank, just as intrigued as he was. The original White had memories of Frank, but she didn't get those, due to the corruption of her projection, she only got a few older memories fragmented together.
"I see… I couldn't get all the memories of White either, so we're on the same boat here, we must find the truth, Frank. Of whom this Kireina is, and what's happening to you… or this world."
"Huh?"
Frank and Michael looked behind them, the blue portal glitched for a moment, and it felt as if the entire world trembled, even though nobody could feel that.
"Frank, there's many things left to do, and talk about… But first, let's see if I can fix this. And then, we should move into the matter of this World Seed and the Portal."
Michael held the rusty spear in her hands.
"Frank, hold the spear alongside me, and unleash the power of my siblings through your Celestial Mark of Humility, the hands and wings, do you remember them? manifest them into the spear, and I'll help you repair it." She said.
"Y-You can do that?" Frank wondered.
"I can… Well, I cannot repair it completely, but we can do something different, we can use its data and me and my siblings, alongside your cosmic and celestial powers to forge a new weapon tied to your class. Every Angelic Knight requires an Angelic Heavenly Spear, a living divine weapon tied to their souls." Michael explained. "We will help you create it."
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