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A castle, the symbol of opulence that reaches the sky. The tower of babel, mankind's arrogance incarnate, an elevator that reaches all the way to the lunar base from earth. There were many absurd elements of this location alone that people from the past wouldn't ever believe it existed, like a fairytale it remains in the deep recesses of people's minds in a folder called 'fiction'. The exterior looks ancient, marred with the black erosion of aging. The inside however remained pristine, much to the eccentric taste of the one emperor of mankind, the greatest that they've ever seen.
Even in the age of mystery filled to the brim with warfare, or perhaps it's because of the constant conflict tainting the earth's surface, when one family claims ancestry to the royal bloodline and conquers the earth, unprecedented wealth flowed into their pockets. For a while now, each and every descendant had the freedom to build their own castle, each one attempting to outdo their predecessor. Though this ultimately devolved into building the same castle for a while because they consulted the same 'best of the best' architectural organisations of their time.
Innovation declined, growth stagnated, and culture collapsed.
The hands of the Royal family was steeped in blood, to conquer the world it took beyond the unity of bloodlines and talent, it required luck, the favour of the goddess of fortune. There were many rival families that worked as competently and cohesively, the organisational strength of a close family and the individual talents of geniuses weren't anywhere as adequate to overcome adversaries. After all despite the widespread strife all over the globe, resources were abundant once plundered. It was not only an intense race in accumulating military power, but also political power.
In that world abandoned by God, lawlessness spread unhindered, bringing society to ruin with anarchy. It was by accepting the truth, by realising humans are selfish and shouldn't be left to their own devices, that the royal family built talents and human resources. They buttressed numerous job occupations, assimilated them into their military complex, and produced a behemoth that annhilates their enemies.
Once there were numerous factions on earth that didn't accept others outside of their own ilk, near the end of the campaign the current royal family annhilated some of the rival factions leaving 0 survivors. Others were crippled or brought into the fold voluntarily by aligning their ideology. By the end, the other superpowers were either destroyed or disarmed, leaving the rest of the world to be unified voluntarily.
Though that wasn't ancient history, it has been quite a few generations since then. The Queen of mankind sits on her throne leisurely, she looked to the drapes, the ornaments decorating the room into opulence. Every item, every furniture was worth someone's home, someone's soul. Crafted to the very extremes thar grandeur could bring.
Even so, what her eyes laid on resided outside. The setting sun pierced the translucent ornamental glass, fuzzy gold stained half of the room. What she would give to see the outside... Her hands raised, gazing longingly... No, something's off. There was a strange resolution that was never there before, an uncanny acception of her situation. This dream again... Whose memories are these? Just what was Lastia imagining while she was standing in front of that door?
She hadn't seen the inside, she shouldn't 'remember' what goes on on the other end. Her breath hitches as a faint tangy scent wafts from under the door. There was only silence, this time it was unsettling. She raises an arm and pushed through. What greets her was regret. Helplessness, the sensation of her life going desultory and losing meaning. The scent of blood was overpowering her own body odor, she realised her body had been drenched in sweat and her clothes clung to her skin in patches.
Gold light sifts through the translucent kaleidoscopic glass, tracing every gleam present in the metals and the liquids, like a faint sparkle amidst the darkness of a tranquil and desolate space. Death, it was all death. The attendants, their bodies were unrecognisable. The throne sat a lifeless body, served in copious amounts of blood long drained from a lethal wound. There was no spot of clothing left that hadn't darkened with a stain, calling it a stain would be generous.
Usually, this was always where the dream ended. She had already begun to have faint dreams, lasting a few seconds giving a glimpse of the castle's exterior, way back when she first created Yggdrasil. Before she died in battle with The Calamity, at most the dream stopped right as she was about place her hand on the door. After coming back to life in the fight with Eterna, the stopping point became after she opened the door and saw what was inside.
Something about the long deceased queen was familiar to her. However that familiarity, that sensation that hooked her with allure always vanished to a wisp, fading away completely when she awoke. Even today was no different, she rose from her bed in a daze. A lingering wistful feeling of loss permeates her. As if she had forgotten something important, and it more or less rested in that dream. It had to, the dream was the last lead she had, otherwise she could never find closure for this sensation...
Though like the dream itself, even the sensation fades away and she doubts whether it was all real. Her body felt heavy, she didn't understand why. As if it was sapped of all energy, she forced herself up regardless, her eyes glanced across the room. Her first night in this world... Was spent with Arin and Sariel. They collectively went to Sariel's house, and she... Told them she was afraid of being alone so they brought her there.
It's been around a week since, 7th February, 11509. A Saturday, she sort of forced herself through school to get back into the lifestyle of normalcy. Regaining her rhythm through brute force, though there were times her body wasn't adjusted and she fell asleep right after returning home. Today was a fresh day, she had pondered on the next steps for a while. The priority was Giselle, she wanted to rescue her. Though if even Yggdrasil's envoy can't defeat The Primordial one, she questioned if she could ever save her.
{Envy}, a power intertwined with {Feed} perhaps molded from it, was a power from another era reborn in the shape of {Feed}. Even with it, she could fight on the level of weaker gods at most. With Eterna, it took the help of the sentinel array keeping her alive, if not she would have been defeated early. On her own, she was strong but not that strong. Roughly on the higher end of sentinels, perhaps an S grade. The power she gained was through assimilation of Eterna's magic, she couldn't undergo infinite growth in her own like Eterna or any other deity did.