Vampire: World of Blood-Chapter 112: The Signs Without An Answer

As the exam progressed, something else happened in the universe; thankfully, these effects were not felt in Merciless Fruit itself, but rather in other composite bubbles, chaos, and strange events, particularly those involving technology and various species going wild and rabid, could be seen and felt throughout creation.

The warning signs have been around for some time, but recently, these strange events in which technology would malfunction became even more severe. There was something going on here, but no one knew what it was.

Kaldrak stood on the bridge of the flagship Stellar Dominion, looking out into the wide, glittering expanse of the Aflexia Galaxy. The Gorgonian navy had just returned from a successful war against the Xorathian marauders, and their ships glided through the cosmic sea with precision and grace.

The crew, a mix of reptile and cephalopod species, exclaimed with delight. However, their joy was cut short when the sleek, sophisticated control panels started flickering and strobing crazily, sending strange shadows across the bridge.

"Commander, our systems are malfunctioning!"

Lieutenant Aria exclaimed, her tentacles swinging in uncertainty as she attempted to stabilize the navigation controls. The bioluminescent markings on her skin pulsed with activity.

Kaldrak’s multiple eyes widened in alarm, each pair focusing on different consoles as he assessed the situation.

"Run a diagnostic! Find out what’s causing this!"

The starfield outside the viewport twisted and contorted, as ships in the fleet veered off course, clashing and exploding in bursts of scorching debris. The fleet’s exquisite routine transformed into a deadly dance of chaos. Kaldrak grabbed the railing, a chilly dread creeping into his bones. The fleet was descending into pandemonium, and they had no idea why.

"Communications are down, Commander! We can’t contact the other ships!"

Aria’s voice was tinged with panic.

Kaldrak’s mind raced. The Gorgonian fleet, the pride of their civilization, was being torn apart by an unseen force.

"Initiate emergency protocols! We must regain control!"

But it was too late. The Stellar Dominion shuddered violently, its artificial gravity fluctuating. Crew members were thrown from their stations, and the ship’s once-gleaming interior was now bathed in the harsh, erratic light of malfunctioning systems. Kaldrak watched in horror as the heart of the Gorgonian fleet descended into madness.

"What the hell...what the hell is even happening!?"

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Deep beneath the azure waves of the Thalassian city, Enfor drifted in his meditation chamber, communicating with the ocean currents. The bioluminescent corals that had previously lighted the chamber began to fade and flare wildly, disrupting their rhythmic pulses. The placid hum of Thalassian technology, which was in sync with the natural cycles of the water, burst into dissonant screeches.

"Elder Enfor, something is terribly wrong!"

Cried a young acolyte, swimming into the chamber with frantic strokes. His gills fluttered in agitation, and his normally serene eyes were wide with fear.

Enfor’s serene expression hardened, the weight of centuries of wisdom pressing down on him.

"The sea itself seems to be disturbed by something, is another Lattariten. Hmmm... how strange, sigh either way, we must investigate the source of this problem."

As they exited the chamber, the undersea city’s typical tranquility was broken. Thalassian residents dashed around in terror, their bioluminescent bodies producing a chaotic light show.

Schools of fish moved wildly, their light flickering in and out, throwing spooky shadows on the coral formations. Massive marine species, usually gentle giants, thrashed wildly, causing tremendous currents that threatened to devastate the delicate environment.

"What the hell is this, why is everyone going rapid?"

Eldor Enfor asked in shock at the serious and random situation that was affecting the entire ecosystem, but soon too, he himself suddenly began to feel a dark chill creep up his being.

Enfor extended his sensory tentacles and reached out to the living sea. He sensed a profound, pervasive unease in the ocean, a worry that crept into the very water they breathed. The once-harmonious balance between technology and the environment had become an eruption of turmoil.

"We must find the source of this disturbance, or at this rate, everyone and everything will be driven into the depth of madness."

"Semsensi, contact the other Elders immediately."

"Yes sir!!!"

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D’gron, Hunter of the Scarjiran Wastes

D’gron pursued his victim with deliberate precision across Scarjira’s bleak, sun-scorched plains. His powerful tracking equipment beeped steadily, bringing him closer to his target. Without warning, the devices exploded in a cluster of noise, with their displays flickering crazily. The once-reliable technology, required for survival in the hostile environment, had degraded into a useless lump of metal.

D’gron snarled in frustration, smashing the malfunctioning equipment against a boulder.

"What in the name of the Ancestors is happening?"

Around him, the normally stoic Scarjiran creatures began to roar and screech, their eyes wide with panic. Massive, armored creatures that once ruled the wastelands fled in all directions, trampling over one another in their fear. The ground appeared to shake with their horror, sending shockwaves throughout the desert.

The sun blazed down mercilessly, casting long shadows as the chaos unfolded. D’gron could feel the fear in the air, a palpable force that seemed to infect every living creature. Even the hardy desert plants, usually resilient in the face of any adversity, wilted and twisted as if in pain.

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From the depths of black holes to the highest peaks of celestial mountains, creation trembled. Alien species, unaware of the source of this chaos, struggled to comprehend the sudden failure of their technology. Machines that once symbolized progress and control now turned into instruments of havoc and despair.

In the verdant jungles of Zarnith, towering beasts bellowed and charged mindlessly through the foliage, their roars echoing through the dense forest. On the icy plains of Glacia, apex predators howled into the freezing winds, their usually majestic demeanor shattered by unseen terror. In the molten caverns of Volcarnia, fire-breathing drakes roared in confusion, their flames lighting up the subterranean world with uncontrollable fury.

A multitude of different realms or structures of lower and higher existence was being affected within different composite bubbles, and each species faced the same inexplicable chaos. Technological marvels became deadly hazards. Communication networks failed, leaving entire civilizations isolated and vulnerable. Biological systems, once perfectly adapted to their environments, now rebelled against their hosts.

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In a space beyond the comprehension of space and time, the leaves of the Tree of Knowledge fluttered with uncertainty. This was the domain of the Observers, a realm where even the most abstract concepts of infinity were mere shadows on the walls of an eternal expanse.

Here, in these Observer Spaces, each leaf was an infinite realm unto itself, housing Observers and their Monarchs—beings of unimaginable power and insight.

Observers were the watchers and operators of fate, the overseers who ensured that everything ran smoothly within the Tree. They are the true weavers of fate; simply being a part of the tree, and being born from the same source establishes one existence to be below them, as they are a higher expression of the source given form.

They, like everything else, arose from the primal source of nothingness. After all, the tree itself is merely a vessel for the primal source that gave rise to everything. As everything stems from its being as such creation was it, as much as it was creation.

On the other hand, these Observers were considered to be one of the greatest creations under the Unwoven, as they act as an immune system for the tree well well-being.

However, despite their godlike abilities, a disruption had occurred that they could not instantly decipher. Across multiple realities, innovations in technology collapsed, ecosystems rebelled, and anarchy spread with alarming regularity.

The Observers, entities who watched over the various threads of reality, had an unnatural sense of disquiet. Something was disturbing the Tree’s delicate balance, and they couldn’t figure out who or what was causing it.

In the midst of this boundless realm, the Observers gathered in their individual areas, their forms reflecting the endless variety of creation.

In the boundless realm of the Observer Spaces, the forms of the Observers were ever-changing, humanoid figures that defied comprehension. Their appearances shifted with every moment, embodying the paradoxes and infinities they governed. To look upon them was to witness the impossible—a kaleidoscope of realities, each more complex and abstract than the last.

Observer Ilex, whose form shimmered between stars, leaves, and cosmic winds, spoke first.

"This collapse."

He murmured, his voice like the rustling of leaves in a galactic breeze.

"It defies all patterns we’ve known. Have any of you discovered the source?"

Observer Alaric Prime, a figure of nebulous matter and swirling galaxies, responded.

"No. Every scan, every probe, has returned inconclusive. The disruptions seem to originate from nowhere and everywhere at once."

Observer Seraphina, a radiant being of pure energy, her light flickering with uncertainty, added.

"Even our combined powers can’t pierce this mystery. The balance of the Tree is at stake, and we remain blind."

Observer Elara, whose crystalline shape reflected infinite complexity, expressed an idea that had been percolating in the minds of everyone there.

"What about Merciless Minerva Elderblood II? His existence is an abnormality that cannot be ignored. Could he be involved in these events?"

Ilex nodded, the stars within him twinkling with curiosity.

"Indeed. His fate was to become a dominating evil spirit, sealed by Maddam White Star after eons of tyranny. Yet, he has defied this destiny. How could such a being escape the threads of fate we so carefully observe?"

"His life has been a cascade of tragedies!"

Alaric Prime mused.

"Orchestrated, it seemed, by the gods themselves. Yet, through some means, he has risen above his destined downfall."

Seraphina’s light brightened slightly as she pondered aloud.

"Could his survival be linked to the disturbances? An unknown force aiding him, perhaps?"

Elara’s crystalline form shimmered as she spoke.

"We must dive farther into his existence. Every fiber of his being, every connection, must be examined. His deviance from fate may hold the key to comprehending these abnormalities throughout the Tree we have been seeing lately."

As the Observers expressed their opinions, the Tree of Knowledge reacted. A giant book began to emerge before them, The Tome of Totality, the book itself was a living entity that had all information within the Tree of Knowledge, whatever is written in it regardless of how impossible or idiotic it may sound, becomes an established fact within the tree, the only places were its influence is weak are at places that are infected with chaos.

As such Merciless Very Fruit was a prime example. However, they can still see information about these places even if they are submerged in the presence of another source.

After all, this book was created from the same material as the tree itself. As a result, it was a living thing in its own right and had as much power as the creator in itself, or rather it was an expression of the mother source power.

As such, it began to vibrate softly, as if alive, and the Observer’s collective will led them to open the pages to reveal Merciless’ story.

Merciless Minerva Elderblood II was once known as Mercy Minerva Morgan.

The chamber, flooded with the light of numerous realities, became a hive of activity. The Observers projected their minds onto the pages, examining the intricate paths of Merciless’ life. They witnessed his past, his connections, and the defining moments that shaped him into the man he is today

"I see a pattern!"

Ilex said, his voice filled with revelation.

"His tragedies, his rise—they are not random. They form a narrative that defies the expected order. But how is this so, the only way this could happen is if we wrote it to be so, have any of you by chance rewritten this child’s destiny."

However, that was not the case.

"An external influence, perhaps."

Alaric Prime speculated.

"Something or someone has diverted his path. That is the only explanation; it is most likely a higher order of Chaos from the Great Mist outside of creation; those are the only beings capable of acting against Mother’s will to such an extent."

Seraphina’s light pulsed with determination.

"Then we need to locate this influence. Merciless abnormality could be the key to restoring balance in the Tree."

Elara’s voice was calm but resolute.

"Agreed. We’ll concentrate our efforts on unraveling the threads of his existence. Only by comprehending the abnormality at the very root of his Origin can we expect to bring order to the chaos."

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The Observers’ attention went to the Sea of Ideology, an immense, boundless expanse containing every possible infinite meaning of an idea inside Merciless Fruit. Within this sea swam the AXXIS NARTA, sea monsters who represented the most powerful and volatile idea of all concepts.

In the uncharted depths of the Sea of Ideology, the Observers focused their gaze on the AXXIS NARTA tied to Merciless Minerva Elderblood II.

However, what they witnessed next was both mesmerizing and horrifying.

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