’We missed a piece, that’s what.’ Then, feeling his confusion, she added, ’We lack the final shard. The one containing Dusk’s consciousness, remember?’
She said, and Orpal telepathically nodded for her to continue.
’It’s like having his body but not his head. It’s already a hassle as it is, but don’t forget that we Horsemen are not like humans. Even if split apart and from a great distance, every piece of our body is still connected.
’Wherever Kelia is, she has done something that awakened Dusk’s mind. The head is calling, and the body is trying to move. In other words, I ensured that Dusk’s crystal *has* to stay with us, but it now *wants* to go to her.’
’I understand.’ Orpal nodded. ’Is there anything I can do to help you?’
’Actually, yes.’ She replied, surprised by his thoughtfulness. Night had expected him to whine and moan like usual, not to be helpful. ’Help me keep everything together. My crystal is also yours, and your willpower is as effective as mine.’
’Got it.’ Orpal telepathically nodded.
"Jorl, I need your help." His mouth said at the same time. "Find my crystal with your breathing technique and infuse only the black parts with Life Maelstrom. Affect the red ones, and we are screwed. And with ’we’ I mean you, me, and Night."
"On it." Jorl cursed the gods for the missed opportunity to get rid of the Dead King, but first things first.
He did as instructed, providing Night with the might to contain the red crystals and countering the Life Maelstrom they produced in the attempt to free themselves from their slaver.
***
Garlen Continent, Verhen Mansion, at the same time.
When Kelia woke up, the world around her was all warm and fuzzy. Literally.
Her body was covered in soft feathers and released so much heat that for a moment she thought she was in a blacksmith’s forge.
"What happened? Where am I?" She struggled to get up, but Baba Yaga held her down gently.
"You broke through to the deep cyan, child. Congratulations." The Mother’s emerald eyes sparkled with joy and tears. "As for the where, you’re on the floor of the dining hall. We were having lunch when your breakthrough started. Remember?"
"Right!" The fog clouding Kelia’s mind cleared up, and her memories returned.
She relaxed in Baba Yaga’s lap and raised her hands to her eyes, discovering they were covered in silvery feathers and possessed retractable feline claws.
"I’m a hybrid at the deep cyan instead of the deep blue? Is that even possible?" Kelia asked while conjuring a mirror to look at the rest of her body.
"Possible, yes. Normal, no." Tyris replied. "Salaark and I couldn’t allow the children to witness such a gruesome process, so we awakened your bloodlines."
"Gruesome?" Aran and Leria swallowed hard, exchanging a worried look.
Breakthroughs didn’t sound so cool anymore.
"Yes, gruesome." Salaark nodded. "Enjoy your condition while it lasts, Featherling. You’ll lose it in a few minutes and won’t get it back until you truly deserve it."
"Thanks, Overlord. Lady Tyris." Kelia nodded at the Guardians. "Thanks for everything, Grandma. I can’t believe Dusk was- Dusk!"
The memory of his voice washed away the still-lingering confusion and weakness as she focused on the crystal shard in her chest. She gave it all the mana and life force she could muster to bring Dusk back, but to no avail.
"You’re welcome, child." The Mother helped Kelia to stand up. "Don’t waste your energy. You don’t have the power to bring him back. I don’t have the power to bring Dusk back."
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