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Chapter 1313: Elita's True Design



"Elita. What are you doing?" Skullius asked. His voice was cold, and the [Entropy's

Harmonising Nimbus] made sure to project his voice with material frigidness; flakes of cold spat from it, charged with purple-golden hue. The Parlous Nature, Maximum Frost surged, casting a visible halo outward.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

For a few moments, Elita chose not to answer. She remained still, standing beside the naked woman with the russet-coloured hair and large, pointed Sif-like ears. It didn't take long for Skullius to grow impatient.

"I asked you a question, Elita," he hissed.

A sigh came from behind Elita's mask and with an effort, she pulled it off. A mixture of guilt and determination formed an odd expression on her visage. She didn't shy away from the furious blaze in Skullius' blank eyes. She could only meet it head-on.

The Hybrid Warmoth remembered that this was the same look she had worn when she had proposed her theory about the intentions of the Purity. She had never hidden away her eyes, choosing to meet his appraising gaze.

"It's not what you think, Skullius," she said, somewhat meekly.

Skullius furrowed her brows.

"What am I to make of this then?"

He couldn't stomach the thought that Elita... had been playing him. He had entertained the idea and discarded a chunk of it after they had their little chat back in the Empyrean Bosom. But now...

The tall inhuman woman beside Elita stared deeply at Skullius, even when she hunched to say something to the former Paladin Champion. She spoke boldly and with a strangely masculine voice. Skullius couldn't understand the words she said at all. It was a language he'd never heard of. It was foreign - the otherworldly sort of foreign - just like she was.

Elita shook her head and replied. Skullius couldn't understand the words she said either.

Being ignored like this only infuriated Skullius all the more, but before he could do anything with his rage, Elita spoke.

"I lied. I lied to you," she said. "And I'm sorry for that. I'll lose your trust, but I sincerely hope that doesn't make us enemies. I didn't lie to you with the intention of betrayal."

"This sure feels like a betrayal," Skullius said and his senses dug below where bodies plastered together in disease and rot like bulbous pastries festered. The separate pillar of eight moulded-together individuals swaying like some ominous, humanoid mushroom beaten by the wind, seemed to look up at him, its many faces contorting horribly. "And not just to me."

Elita had no immediate reply to that.

"What did you do?" Skullius asked sharply.

The woman beside Elita sneered at the Hybrid Warmoth as she placed the great sword she had spawned from on her shoulder. Skullius barely managed to hold in his fury.

"I was being truthful when I told you about the manner in which the Purity would use to create a Divine power of their own. The Cursed Bloods. The Paladin Champion. The massive pool of Divine energy. All that was true. The results of it are more than abundant," she said sullenly. Her gaze fell away from Skullius. "The lie comes with the point that I... orchestrated it all."

Skullius was taken aback. He couldn't have stopped himself from reacting visibly to this. The tall woman laughed, but he hardly cared.

"...What?" he said, his voice heavy. "You caused this?"

Elita stabbed Broodweiler into the ground.

"I did," she said firmly and glanced at the drooping, ravaged ball of nasty flesh the tall woman had spawned from as well as the bloody skeleton inside it. "I told you before. I've seen worlds where people take their religion the wrong way, using it to hurry towards truths that they don't understand. The Purity is no different, Skullius."

Skullius could hardly believe this was Elita speaking. He even entertained the idea that she was being manipulated, but that didn't seem to be the case.

"And what then? So, you brought it upon yourself to do what exactly?" he said. "And what is that thing beside you?'

Elita seemed to strain when she answered.

"I brought it upon myself to do something that a weaker me would have never done. I used the greed of the Purity and the natural weakness of the Cursed Bloods to bring forth something that I knew would benefit a lot of people in the long-run," she explained, her brow twitching. "The Purity really has no bearing on this world. The Deities never truly needed them - they have their Heralds. The nine recognised this - I'm sure - and they needed a little steering, a little tipping, and they would allow themselves to sink deep into their desire for power and control."

"The Purity is no different from the Guilds Association at all, save for the fancy armour and robes, Skullius. Believe me. I've seen this truth in many other worlds."

Skullius scowled. He had no words.

It had been naïve of him to assume months in the great void, under Void's tutelage wouldn't skew Elita's ideology.

He had been wrong to give up on his suspicions so early.

Unfortunately, for the Hybrid Warmoth though, he was soon met with even greater evidence of his folly.

Elita continued.

"I believe I also told you that you can't survive in the great void without help, without allies."

She gave an odd look to her 'friend'. The tall woman scoffed, grinned at Skullius... and then a torrent of Voided Death Essence blasted from her body, washing over every nook and cranny of the Purity headquarters!

...!!!

Skullius was once again taken aback.

This... this woman was a Voided Deathform?!

The pressure from her Voided Death Essence was incredible. It was strangely lethal, moreso

than Elita's!

'You're kidding me!' Skullius thought.

The naked woman seemed to revel in her explosion of essence. She wore a deeply enthused look and licked her lips; to be fair, they were dry - her whole body too.

Elita gave the woman a slap on the wrist. The woman snorted and reined in her deep reserves

of Voided Death Essence. Elita then introduced her.

"This is Uyuniya. A fellow sister in Voided Death, freshly made Divine by me."