CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 62: INTANGIBLE HITS - CHANGE OF PARADIGM PART 2.

Observing another person’s status is an action that cannot be done.

Even N’Ïrk with his reduced knowledge is aware of this fact.

Therefore, he was surprised by learning that his Class «Kinkmancer» allow him to see the specifications of his Candidates For Bonding.

Yet. This characteristic has been lost, and apparently, everyone can observe the status of others.

"We’ll have to be more cautious when using the interface". Comments N’Ïrk coldly. He has understood a part of what occurred to them.

Extrapolating, their Storage Capacity has been reduced 250 times. However that is the least of their problems.

"N’Ïrk. Tell me you deactivate the Emeneld of my bedroom".

"No. I didn’t. Why would i...". He does a glimpse to the door. There’s no synthetic Emeneld present coating the entrance. In fact, there is no light in the chamber.

Which means the barriers protecting the underground Floors are deactivated, so nothing is preventing the sprouting of Zones.

N’Ïrk rushes to the door, it’s hermetically locked by protocol. And without Empiric Energy or electric power, the ventilation system is not working neither. Having limited oxygen in the subterranean facilities.

Without hesitation, the young man makes use of The Tyrant’s Grasp’s ethereal blades, piercing through the sealed door, cutting out a section, so they can leave the bedroom.

Å’Vría and Hát’Thöry are unconscious, and Æ’Vérrya is in no shape to carry herself, regardless of what she says.

Red lights flash momentarily, and a pre-recorded message from Norlan is played.

"The lower Floors have been compromised. Evacuate immediately to the ground floor of the mansion. Everyone has eighteen minutes to comply. Or you will get locked out from the surface".

{You have to be kidding me!}

"Take them out. I’ll go at my own pace". Says Æ’Vérrya. N’Ïrk doesn’t protest, there’s no time to argue. Grabbing Å’Vría and Hát’Thöry like if they were sacks of flour, sprinting towards the emergency exit.

Niveilia is in his path, standing outside the Gym’s door.

{She looks less affected than Æ’Vérrya}

The ethereal blades destroy the gym’s entrance. Kûrjhainne and Vluk’Shïan are in decent shape. Indayra is struggling a little, and Saili’Ïckn is the least affected by the strange event. However Evennette is not with them.

{Shit!. My Platinum Star, Parmella, Otzzana and Æ’Vérrya will not make it in time}

N’Ïrk commands everyone to reach the surface immediately. Knowing he will had to do two laps to evacuate the missing members of his Floor, as no one else is in condition to carry the unconscious ladies.

It took him seven minutes to leave his Floormates in the safety of a Mansion’s room. Rushing down as fast as he can to accomplish the dire ordeal.

N’Ïrk reaches out for his bedroom. Otzzana is in on the bed. Taking her with one arm, and going for Æ’Vérrya, who was already heading in his direction.

With no obstacles in the way, and no one else in the corridors or the stairs. The young man takes only six minutes to return to the surface, leaving the ladies, and once again delving into the lower Floors.

Time is running out, the adrenaline is also passing, and the fatigue of the event is beginning to take its toll on the young man’s beaten body, His impetus makes him prevail, ignoring that oxygen around him is already scarce.

His goal is clear, even if his sight is blurring, and his eyelids are threatening to close down.

He arrives at the Gaming Room, destroying the door in an instant, and seeing a horrible scene.

Evennette is lying on the floor, half-drowning in her own vomit, her body shaking, but that doesn’t seem to be relevant to her, as the silver eyes are damped with tears, locked on a hideous pool of thick purplish red fluids that look like a pulverized doughy paste.

In that mess, there are clothes, one of them is the Hoodie that belongs to Parmella, and is not necessary to be a genius to imagine what happened to her.

She had a weak body, and could not tolerate the sudden change. Unfortunately, her abnormal regeneration did not allow her to cope up with the constant and brutal damage, on the contrary, it make it worse for her, having to endure the maddening pain until her body finally failed to respond to her grim situation.

Serene and numbed at sighting gruesome deads, N’Ïrk is totally unfazed by the lost live, carrying Evennette, and sprinting out of the lower Floors, reaching the safety of the surface a few seconds before the entrances and emergency exits are mechanically sealed.

Evennette continues crying, «Safety» has no meaning if closing her eyes It involves repeating the horrible scene he witnessed, and unlike other people, He has synesthesia, understanding all too well everything Parmella suffered during those few minutes.

The sobs are uncontrollable, and cut short by the whimpering withering of Evennette’s trembling silhouette.

The view causes a strange feeling of discomfort within N’Ïrk. Teaching him a new type of emotion. Empathy. Foreign to him on every level, as he doesn’t know how to deal with anything he can’t directly confront.

{How can i assure someone who is so appalled, sad and mentally devastated by the crude reality check she just went through?}

When it happened to N’Ïrk. His attitude made him face the loss by reasoning it. But not everyone is like him. That is obvious. He is too conscious about it, and at the time, he told this truth to his lovely Ex Girlfriend Gagk’Xannia.

After crossing the door of the room assigned to his Floormates. The young man sits on the arm of a couch, still carrying Evennette, hugging her tenderly and wordlessly rubbing his forehead against the disheveled platinum hair of the Caramel Bimbo.

She is in a tumultuous requiem, unsure of everything occuring around her.

Indayra had warned her. But no one could foresee such outcome happening out of the blue.

Nevertheless, a constant prevails immobile and unaffected for her to look at.

And that is the caring and protective man embracing her with passionate kindness, attempting his best to comfort and assure her with gentle primitive rubs that convey N’Ïrk’s devotion for his Lovers...