Chapter 7: 7. Noosfera: Resonance of Immortality (6)

7. Noosfera: Resonance of Immortality (6)

What we set up wasn't as advanced as the Techne Noospheres present in the Noumancy facility of Terra Academy, so what we ended experiencing wasn't collective. Although what was shared, was that none of us experienced what you'd consider a 'good trip'.

I gazed up at the darkness which surrounded, though even with the murkiness, I saw things in the distance as I walked forward. Trees warped as if coated with purple cement, corpses of slain, corpses of those who burned down in fire. There were things growing and extending out of the destroyed carcasses reminiscent of insects like caterpillars out of a summer grass, wireworms, and other low complex organisms as if in rapid evolution.

"This feels real. Am I experiencing a [Noosphere Infinity]? A bad trip—Foreboding but foresight giving in hindsight—surged with no structure to the homogeneity aspects of the world, until made reasoned, a reality with no foreseeable end either, the world warps. A Warped World." Like a mantra, I validated my circumstance.

I didn't have a means of preparing for the next thing, a continuous collapsing noise. If I had to describe it, it felt like a computational collapse, like a glitch on a system. It had this odd knocking noise that echoed from a distance, as if it sang in desperation to be heard the knocking piled itself ceaselessly. I substituted my hands covering of the smells—to covering of the noises.

Until it stopped. In realisation I wouldn't get much further without light, I pinched my skin above my left hand to the point of bleeding. Drawing out a Light-calling: Light Array sigil—And for the muscle exposed creature to perceive, it squatted down—holding its head with its hands so it wouldn't fall. ("Son of the witch. You must die.")

"Impetus," I jumped upward with an uppercut fist to the Minusfolk's head, out of its grasp the Minusfolk instead worried about its lost head fumbling to find it. Hearing the steps of more Minusfolk in tandem with their high-pitched child-like gargling. I ran in the opposite direction, though now I had light—minimal, but enough that I was kept sane, giving more acknowledgement of the environment, and although it was chaotic, and my head itched. With found comfort of the what I witnessed, a substitution, a new itch prolonged from my hand to my arm. "Glowing maggots?" They infested and grew from the Light-calling sigil warping and distorting as they multiplied and continued their existence.

"Light bringer—bring us light—Luminate, warp us with your spite. Your [Luminary] existence is our delight." The maggots spouted.

Afraid of removing them would cause the removal of the perceptibility I had. I persisted forward until a fence stopped my momentum, it circled a mansion, one I recognised—the Allfather Mansion. To get past the tall fence of my supposed home I squatted down surging the attraction into my legs. "Power-calling: Impetus." Jumping over the fence. The Minusfolk began a serious chase—From strolling for their prey to running. I stepped into a yard of corpses.

I didn't want to look at any of their faces as they were faces of people I recognised, but curiously I did anyway. Their faces were bonded into the ground—looking incredibly calm. I would have preferred horrid expressions, I felt peculiar by the sense of acceptance within their warping and end. "That's not how it should be." I murmured to myself. Looking at the windows of the comparable mansion, the walls twisted like pretzels, by now my arm filled with maggots, and my vibrancy nearly completely drained. Seeing the several skinless bodies approaching behind, the one who held up its head having given up—headless in his chase it forwarded but suddenly stationary. I watched the Minusfolk become weld to the grass of the Warped World and looking down, no different than the corpses.

My foot was now weld, much like the Minusfolk who chased and the peaceful faces of the deceased I recognised, a part of my corporeality bound to the warped reality—a root by which the grass survived.

I ripped the spray-on my thigh, struggling to draw a Null-calling sigil but my vibrancy only felt lower—the dullness of the surrounding corpses surged to my mind. A similar desire to be at peace from the warping of lower emanation. Freedom from that which is bound. Soon, that would be my destiny. My right leg on the ground by the knee, more of myself becoming rooted and bound to the warped.

"Individualistic-calling." The vocalisations of a ghastly like entity. "Numen Power—[Etch(Y)]," its hands having solidity as they held on to my maggots filled arm, in recognition of them despite my fading consciousness, although it was dark, no longer clouded by the smoke, the moonlight now shined clear. "Scordi?" My vision took in light by the splitting clouds of presenting a normal void night-sky.

Scordi's voice echoed. "I'm using my Individualistic-calling, my Numen Power, to 'etch' my Life Vibrancy to you." Suddenly, a homogeneity began within the Warped World. Up until Terra Academy, Junius and I had been home schooled by our step-mother—Pellona, she taught us a lot about the cosmological systems Digital Decadence found. It's law for the sovereign families, descendants of the founding fathers of Digital Decadence to know—About the Aeon Noema.

The one that surged the most change—in its warping, changing the destiny of Homo sapiens to Continuus sapiens is—Metatron's Cube: In sacred geometry, the shape denotes the harmony and balance of energy in the cosmos. Even seemingly minor or trivial things are related, as you may see from the shape, giving weight by yanking on one string will have an impact on all its spheres—everything. The lines that link the circles demonstrate how everything is in harmony. The circles and straight lines of Metatron's Cube are thought to represent the masculine and feminine, respectively. Within the Warped World—by this sudden calling of Scordi—the masculine and feminine energies aligned. My vibrancy stopped lowering.

Returned from the Warped World.

"Noddy, wake up," said Junius, smacking my face.

"I'm awake, I'm awake," I said, rubbing my face and yawning. I got up from the pane, squinting my eyes I looked around at Scordi's space—which was now empty besides the GOLEM GEMs that connected us to the Techne Noosphere, and the panes on which we slept on. "Where are Scordi and Markya?" I asked.

"Void Storage," said Junius. The GEM phone surged from Junius' forearm to his hand. "Greysong, can you hear me?"

Greysong answered. "Sup cuz?"

"Are Aunt Songya and Uncle Greymark present?" Junius asked.

"Nope, they saw success with Gradus ad torneamentum. They plan to cook that cosmos wide," said Greysong.

"Markya seems to have more affection for you anyway. You would be an advantage for turning things around," said Junius.

"Turning things around?" Greysong confused.

Junius summarised what we had done thus far in Terra, but the most important part of his explanation consisted of the Techne Noosphere we experienced. Junius said. "I know this will sound odd. But Markya's abducted Scordi, and has gone to the Vile Vortex alone with her."

"How, what?" Greysong continued confused.

"Reckless should be good enough in charge to bring up a Sky Gate. I'll get back to you soon," said Junius. Hanging up the surge.

I got up and clenched Junius' shoulder thinking this might be a prank. "Junius, explain."

Junius looked at his Void Storage sigil. "Reckless reformed a Sound-calling from Scordi. It stated—'Mar has lost it, she's planning on going to the Vile Vortex alone,'" he said.

"Shit. Do you think she had a bad trip? Experienced a Noosphere Infinity?" I asked.

"I wouldn't doubt it," said Junius. "Void Storage—," Reckless surged to Junius' right hand, as he spoke. "Reckless will only be capable of sky gating us once, and it cannot surge a Sky Gate to an unseen location, unless." Junius pinched his chin in ponder, his Reckless warped back into the Void Storage sigil. I pondered to myself—being basically a child at that time, perhaps we could have relied on the adults for help, but as if Junius knew what I was thinking he told. "We cannot tell the faculty either. What we're doing is illegal, and all of us could be deemed [nullsman] for these actions," said Junius.

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Nullsman. At that time I only knew one personally, Zophiel. A nullsman is what happens to offenders in the [Continuous Era]. A Null-calling sigil is placed around the neck by a Noumenon Guild associated with a sovereign family. I consider this to be one of the most immoral pioneering's of my forefathers. Not all pioneering by the House of Allfather has been moral throughout, and this immorality continued to be mandated. With Nullsman who are considered 'prime'—sold and traded amongst the sovereign families, that is how we got Zophiel—a former sovereign child of the second sovereign family descendant of Digital Decadence. With 'inferior' nullsman being forced into labour similar to that of a Third-Generation GOLEM, to add to the wickedness—that 'labour' could mean anything. The Null-calling around nullsman like a collar keeps their nous nulled by the 'Warden', only by choice of the Warden can the weight be lessened. Zophiel in this circumstance was a special case, as my father removed the nullifying call on Zophiel's neck entirely, only re-surged by his passing.

I considered that if Zophiel—a child of a sovereign family herself was made nullsman by merely disagreeing with her house, what was stopping the same from happening to us? Body and nous like toys—for actually committing a crime. I was certain that if we told the faculty, even being sovereign children, would be outed as 'prime' examples to not break the law. That meant all of us, Markya, Scordi, myself and my brother.

"We'll have to do this ourselves. But isn't there anyone we could ask for help, even another student?" I questioned.

Junius continued silenced in his ponder. Breaking his muted button. "If the Sky Gate GOLEM GEM is still in the storage room, Greysong could directly warp here—though Reckless would need to be repowered to do anything else—wasting even more time to get to where we actually need to be. Then we'd have to create a Life-calling: [Trace] sigil to find Markya and Scordi, and if they are still alive within the Vile Vortex—that'd be a waste as well. Our Graviton could never outweigh the warped nature of a Vile Vortex, let alone surge the Action Potential of a Second-tier Calling to find them even outside of it, additionally, it would risk our Life Vibrancy Level at minus. We'd have to use Reckless, and again, we would have to wait for it to charge. The longer we take, the increase in chance of them getting hurt, or killed…" he gritted his teeth.

I thought to myself of what a Vile Vortex actually is, our Grandpa had once given us a more elaborate explanation, but in simplification—a warped 'danger zone', only those permitted to enter with the right resources ought to. "Okay, let's first check if the Sky Gate GOLEM in the storage room is still there," I said.

The storage room had no GOLEM present. On one of the storage room's shelves in a paned box—seeing the glowing cherry red crystals; Power-calling GEMs. We both looked at each other, and readied to take them without permission, risking our chance of being kicked out of the academy before the semester even started.

To get from point A—Thunderland, to point B—Terra Academy. We requested for Greysong to go to our mansion, and ask Zophiel to open a Sky Gate surged to Reckless' location.

In Scordi's space.

Greysong summarised. "So, sis abducted Scordi and now is in a Vile Vortex," said Greysong, although not surprised, she added. "Now thinking about it, that does sound like something she'd do. Does Reckless have enough charge now?" she asked.

I pointed to the hundreds of Power-calling GEMs in a crate that we stole from the Storage space. Since it was lunch most students and faculty were in the cafeteria. Only one student seemed to be on to us. With orange coloured hair, Elvenfolk ears, and a tired look to his eyes, he asked us what we were doing. Of course, I lied and said that I was looking for my GEMphone—with that, he disappeared.

Greysong cautioned. "If we're going to go out there—is there any sort of GEM armaments we can borrow?"

"No, we're still not official students until summer's over—" I said.

Knock-knock-knock. A knocking surged to Scordi's space, Greysong, Junius and I—knocked the saliva down our throats.

"Its over," I said. Since this is Scordi's space, no one beside those she's permitted could enter, if there was a knocking, whoever did, was not one of those permitted people. Thankfully—if it were faculty, we'd only be told off for having Greysong present, as Scordi's GOLEM were all gone.

A Sound-calling surged to our nous. ("Hey did you twins find the GEMphone? Your in Scordi's space but I don't sense her. I'm going to enter. If your naked turn on your spray-on.") With orange coloured hair, Elvenfolk ears, and a tired look to his eyes. "You three are not Star Students. How are you here? And you don't have the Terra uniform on either. Are you students at all?" he asked.

"It's over," said Greysong.

"What's over?" The orange haired boy considered. "Finding your phone? Because if you haven't, mine has a 'Trace' feature on it—maximised by my Elvenfolk traits," he said.

Junius deduced. "Are you a Star Student?" he asked.

"Yes, my name is Aurelio Understar," he said with a corny pose as his tired eyes suddenly shown stars, with the pose complete his eyes returned to normal.

In unison. "Please sir, could you help us find Markya and Scordi?" we pleaded in our knees.

"Oh boy, what am I getting myself into? This is why the other Star Students don't mingle with Scor and Mar…" with a sigh. "Tell me what happened," said Aurelio, a reassurance resonated, we gave him a summary of events thus far. "Okay, since I've gone to the Vile Vortex with them before, I'll help you guys get there," he said.

"Is there anyone else that could?" I asked.

"Yes, another Star Student, Phai. Phaidra Solveig," said Aurelio. "She's a sophisticated battle junkie and calls herself Markya's rival," he said.

"She sounds perfect," I said.

"What about GEMs for fray?" Greysong asked.

"Ah—, that will be Nanna's expertise, she's the weapons-wise of us Star Students," said Aurelio.

Acquiring the goods from Nanna who talked to us in her sleep, Greysong chose a lance GEM for Wind-calling. Junius chose a rapier GEM for Wind-calling as well, in addition with the stolen Power-calling GEMs, Reckless was fully charged in his Void-storage. I chose—a longsword GEM for Water-calling, and like Junius, Aurelio already possessed a GEM sword within his Space-calling: Void Storage—the sigil on his left palm, within it, a GEM whip sword for Power-calling.

"This is going to be fun," said Greysong, getting a good look at her lance.

The illusions of lady luck still outweighed our reason.

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