July 20th, 2019 during the early afternoon as it felt windy per the city's usual weather.
Artus gasped and was left dumbfounded when he found his older sister relaxing on her recamier with an earbud in, her feet propped up on the cheap pillows that he recognized as her finding love at first sight which he recalled accompanying her the day that she bought it. Ember's eyes turned hostile momentarily as she heard his footsteps behind her before she lifted herself back to her feet gracefully. "You and Lyle both gave your word that you'll help out at the church today but you're here gasping and stomping around in the apartment during my—?!" Ember shouted angrily before pausing when she swiftly decided to regather her composure while holding the center of her nose. She deeply inhaled before exhaling. Artus smiled awkwardly. "Service ended, it's early afternoon pretty much beginning now?" He replied as he stepped forward. Ember crossed her arms. "Thirty-seven episodes so far—?" She kept in her own thoughts. Artus realized that his curiosity was overwhelming. "I'm waiting for you to tell me what's worth a magnitude ten earthquake?" Artus broke the silence with a facetious tone. Ember physically cringed before sarcastically replying to one of her past comments, causing her younger brother to burst out into laughter. "Tegan Dugan. Brilliant world renowned historian and photographer. Baozhai's brother recommended her books to me. Thoroughly read through those recently, a week ago though I discovered she has digital works like this thing— called a podcast." Ember informed her younger brother. Artus grunted before conjuring a rifle, tossing it on the ground and relaxing on it as if it were a pillow. "What's on the teach's historical lesson plan for us this afternoon, Sis?" He inquired as he crossed his feet. Ember physically cringed once more before restarting the episode as she eased her butt into her recamier couch. "This episode we're going to be filled in on a few amazing discoveries and details about the mysterious sunken and obliterated eighth continent that existed dating back nearly a hundred decades ago to toss it uniquely!" The siblings heard from the host with a Jersey accent. The Sangfroid Paragon "I can't believe it's been weeks since a single monster has shown up?" Lyle thought to himself with uncertainty regarding the revelation, "Simple officer arrests and duties—" Lyle thought further. From out of the blue, Lyle hears what was gunfire and urgent shrieks elsewhere though nearby. Lyle ascended thanks to superb talent for climbing and utilized his peak muscles to traverse over numerous of his city's buildings to get to where the chaos sounded, but when after he arrived he witnessed a 12 foot mountainous antagonist with a peanut butter complexion dressed in mint green fashion swiftly making quick work of twelve dozen cars worth of the city's finest in violet. The Sangfroid Paragon swiftly realized something fascinating about the situation that made him comfortable with deciding to take the moment to study the behemoth as he stood above him at a vantage point. "A mint green sash with a sideways baby blue diamond, shorts matching the same, shirtless and stomping in a guard with strange combat boots with thick wristbands like he wasn't from the present-day let alone the nation itself. He could easily murder them but he's careful to be sure they're breathing?" Lyle noted and questioned locked into his thoughts.
The sangfroid paragon glared at the agile behemoth, trying to come up with some viable strategy. "R-UY needs to work." Lyle concluded as he stood back up on his feet, he held out hope that his special tactical combat knife could penetrate the behemoth's skin and that their speed's relative. The cops alongside the citizens present in the area fled, as he stood perched upon the edge of a rooftop that was close by, he grabbed out his thick bladed tactical knife from his hip and performed a side flip off the edge to make his way to the disturbance. Now Sprinting and climbing his way towards the mountainous criminal, the behemoth noticed the sangfroid paragon approaching briskly and maliciously smiled. Lyle halted and leaped away before instantaneously moving further away. The mountainous criminal's body dimly illuminated with a lemon chiffon aura as he flexed and taunted the Sangfroid Paragon. "Hope you're gathering data on this one, sir, and are entertained before the child's spirit is broken from our next round." The mountainous criminal thought to himself. The Sangfroid Paragon's brows moved and a brief thought of his key hopped into his mind before round two began after the behemoth grinned and sprinted towards Lyle, though utilizing his superb reflexes and magnificent speed to be in punching range of the behemoth, the giant threw a ferocious fist, Lyle barely blocked it then went in closer with his instantaneous movement leaving smoke behind and slashed open the giant's chest and kept the distance between them to a minimal as he stammered back, he then flipped the giant over his shoulder, blood flew everywhere. As the giant was on the floor as Lyle stood over him, the mountainous invader grabbed the Sangfroid Paragon's arm leaving him baffled and tossed him through a brick wall, demolishing it. The behemoth invader picked up Lyle's knife and chucked it as far as he could with his massive strength, clear out of Lyle's instantaneous movement. Lyle recovered and realized that it was gone. The Sangfroid Paragon's breathing quickened after assessing the situation. The mountainous invader bit his lip. "I am Jabez Gilda!" He roared with a sense of haughtiness before somehow growing larger in feet, "BY MY MENTOR'S WILL, YOU SHALL SUFFER!" Jabez shouted with a sadistic tone as he taunted the Sangfroid Paragon. Lyle noticed he was acting before being flooded with questions when he realized he had no way of victory and realized the implication of an organization of enemies like the one in front of him. The Sangfroid Paragon closed his eyes momentarily with his key in his mind. "And I don't care!" Lyle casually replied, picking himself off the ground and preparing himself for a third round, "He grew in size, and definitely gained more strength.Tough before but now—?" Lyle shook his head as he felt sharp pains in his biceps and had a headache. Jabez leaped towards the Sangfroid Paragon planning on smashing Lyle but he was able to roll out of danger's way then tossed some of the extra knives he carried on him, aware they'd do nothing but buy a few moments of time as he acrobatically hopped off his feet and evading preparing his helmet's distress feature. When Jabez turned around, he didn't even feel the knives bounce off his wide and muscular pecs, the knives didn't even tickle him. Finding the city's silent guardian's futile attempts to be hilarious, Jabez couldn't help but pause their round three to enjoy a laugh. Lyle's heart raced as his lost complete feeling in his left arm, unwanted memories as he could feel his legs tingling unlike ever before appeared while he refused to move another muscle. Fairly thin smoke swiftly visited the block leaving the behemoth curious and the smoke that arose out of the Sangfroid Paragon's shoulders left him enamored. Jabez shrugged before reminding himself of the favor he was asked by his mentor. "The child's got a power that he refuses to demonstrate?" The behemoth questioned before realizing that he failed from the Sangfroid Paragon's facial expression, he refused to continue. Jabez crossed his arms and looked down before doubling on his decision to finish the favor. He had beaten Lyle until his armor was somewhat wrecked, having dirt and damages on it, he needed a moment to compose himself and he wasn't given that as Jabez pummeled him. Jabez went so berserk that for a bit, When Lyle had teleported out of his grip, he didn't realize it and continued engendering a larger crater in the road instead of pulverizing the city's Sangfroid Paragon. Jabez still had fairly quickly realized that Lyle was gone but turned around to see that he was unlike himself previously. Lyle was walking toward him calmly with a zombie-like posture. Jabez was put off guard by the stoic guardian's demeanor. "I've clobbered clowns who thought going four rounds against me was wise. Just play dead and I'll take that as surrendering." Said the hulking behemoth as he disapprovingly shook his head as smoke elegantly flowed from Lyle's upper body like he was a fresh chimney in the winter.
Jabez sprinted towards the Sangfroid Paragon intending to close the distance between the heavy breathing still zombie clad in violet and himself while gripping onto a pair of dual axes he conjured. The behemoth tossed the left axe, sending it half way through the Sangfroid zombie's chest. Jabez was a 25 foot tall mass of muscle and power. The scholarly behemoth's roar could scare the largest of lions and his strength could do damage beyond repair. "No movement in his blessing— he seems dead though?" Jabez was dumbfounded as he observed in silence further.
Lyle charged at him still without fear especially since he could not feel it, without much of anything but his frustration driving him. Lyle charged towards Jabez fuming with loads of emotions and memories, at a certain reach, Generil's Sangfroid paragon teleported again, but this time the behemoth Jabez Gilda thoroughly anticipated, sharing with his assailant a massively devastating blow to his gut, unable to block as he realized Jabez was holding back his true capabilities, Generil's quiet Gen-Oath member was blasted away countless blocks far, as those on the ground that happened to look towards the sky had witnessed him soaring unconscious until finally crashing into an apartment building.
A man occupying the apartment that the Sangfroid Paragon crashed through with shoulder length, messy and spanish gray hair held a disappointed expression realizing he wasn't going to finish his smoking session that afternoon. "I'm going to have to break up the fun." The man that was unfortunate enough to have the Gen-Oath patrolman lay unconscious in his home commented as he stood up off his couch as he looked down at him shaking his head, "Rest easy, buddy. I'll get on you later." The older smoking resident said aloud with a whispery tone before briefly sighing, "I need to keep the promise to myself that I'll learn to fly." He thought in his head as he stretched his arms above his head.
A few minutes after their brother's deadly battle with the hulking cultivator, Ember and Artus had finally arrived on the scene and investigated the minor destruction left by their hand to hand engagement. The behemoth held an arrogant grin. The Blue-stocking Blade's fist shook with anger. "You humongous, cat urine smelling, muscle bound oaf, what did you do with our brother?!" Ember shouted out ferociously as she arrived after they searched the area worryingly until stepping their way to the next block where the final moments of the encounter. Jabez turned around in a malicious manner, Ember stopped his focus on flexing his muscles and boasting about his size, he smiled maliciously showing his gigantic teeth, that was a filthy dark yellow and cavity filled.
The behemoth carelessly shrugged after hearing her question. Ember conjured a bastard sword. "Were you paid? Are you one of those sick assassins that believe they have a career?! Monster!" Ember roared with her worry and anger boiling over with each question that entered her thoughts, interrupting Jabez as she didn't care for whatever else he was about to say next. Jabez roared but hadn't grown in size this time, instead he replied with his battle roar. Backing down wasn't in Ember's mind either as held her combat stance firm, searching for weak points to slash and thrust on her younger brother's attacker.
The Sanguine Marksman acknowledged the giant's speed advantage as he conjured his firearm while his sister took the front. "Holy moly, bruh!" Artus emphasized his curiosity regarding the giant standing before him, just officially arriving at the scene from something else that caught his attention in another part of the city on his patrol, "And I thought my favorite wrestler, big-boned show, was a giant for being seven freaking feet!" Artus said in a tone where you can hear his genuine surprise by their opposition's height and muscle. Ember got into her usual stance, summoning her sword. "Shut up, goober and help me take him down for our answers!" Ember's tone revealed her level of irritation with her brother as she didn't take her eyes away from Jabez. Artus formed a sniper after discovering a vantage point. "Oh, UHM, RIGHT!" Artus agreed in his thoughts as he continued focusing on an accurate shot.
Jabez dashed, intending to perform entertainment. Artus dodged his hulking foe as he realized that he wanted the largest and bulkier of the two of them. Artus dodged his swift and dangerous attacker by a hair, barrel rolling out of the way of his would be devastating tackle. The many, many bullets Artus blasted pierced Jabez's skin, causing him to bruise but it was nothing that he couldn't handle, none of the bullets wounded or slowed his berserking foe. Artus felt relieved when his sister's constant third presence obtained the behemoth's attention. "Uh— Embs, this guy is unbelievably bullet resistant?" Artus screamed nervously into his communicator. Ember clashed her bastard sword into Jabez's glimmering bracers.
The mountainous melanated monk overpowered the Blue-stocking swordswoman before performing an elbow that devastated her while she was knocked off of her balance. "Size... supremacy.. dominated by the truth of the supremacy of size!" Jabez shouted out towards the siblings. Ember was bloodied but felt fired up from multiple encounters with monsters that day, the behemoth allowed the exhausted swordswoman to close the distance and deliver her slashes that looked like many, mini paper cuts on the pecs and biceps and wherever Ember slashed him on his body with her katana. Jabez caught Ember in the middle of her flurry by the top of her head, a grip she tried but couldn't escape from and tossed her at her brother. Instead of dodging, Artus tried to catch his sister but couldn't stop her momentum lacking the strength, forcing the siblings smashing into a nearby building.
Ember was far more hurt as she never activated her abilities with no remaining strength left before falling unconscious. Worried for his sister's health, Artus checked on her, he took her violet gauntlets off to check on her pulse. "Stable breathing, a pulse, damn, what are the signs of brain damage— please don't have brain damage, sis!" Artus kept to himself with a worrying tone as he finished examining her, "Ninety-four Loungeroaster street, business distract, I repeat, Fourth, if you exist we urgently call for your arrival, I repeat ninety-four loungeroaster street ASAP— as soon as possible please!" Artus shouted with overwhelming fear before he grew quieter as the behemoth ambled towards him closer as he shouted through his communicator. Artus stood up after finishing checking on his sister and made painful grunts as he struggled to conjure the weapon that he was envisioning.
He felt dumbstruck when he saw fireworks exploding in the mountainous villain's face and burning through the flesh of his pectoral muscles while the green sash around him remained. The fireworks show was burning through the towering threat.
Jabez screamed and roared from the pain, degrees of burning was shown for the parts of him that weren't on fire, he was down and rolling around in pain attempting to put out the intense fires. It was like his whole body was engulfed in flames after the mysterious intense fireworks. Artus found it horrifying and felt unsettled at first until he glanced over and had a double take to his left after setting his fascinated gaze on a mysterious figure who wore a violet tactical suit similar to the Trio's own, yet he had a much older modeled helmet equipped.
Artus took his helmet off, his eyes were wide open and driven by awe, his mouth was opened tall and anyone around could see he was becoming a fanboy of his predecessor. The Oath's silver-haired senior rested his hand on his hip. "Staring is for losers, little junior" Aleph commented as he returned an irritated grimace, forcing Artus out of his state of wonderment, "Anyone could walk by and catch your face on camera." Aleph finished as he surveyed the area. Artus couldn't find his words so he recognized rank and took his words as orders. "On it, sir!" The sanguine marksman shouted as he straightened his posture. Aleph finished scanning the surrounding area. "C'mon, Junior guard, we gotta help the other two" Aleph reminded his teammate. Artus' eyes lit up with worry. "Oh right, yeah!" After he heard, he began to make his way towards his unconscious, injured sister, remembering the rubble that buried her.
Sometime later in the day.
The Blue-stocking blade struggled to open her left eye while she had no trouble with the right, she heard her younger brother's echoey voice. "Wake up, wake up, wake up, Lady with the need for speed!" Ember hears the voice of Artus saying, echoey and a bit lengthy as she woke up, Artus' face was the first thing she saw, and she thought he was too close for comfort.
Ember woke up panicking on her hospital bed, wasting no time, she hopped out of the bed, when she moved her gaze to her right and saw Lyle in a harsher state than her. "What happened in the fight, Arty, you found a way to thwart him alone?!" Ember asked her brother, with a far more surprised tone popping up towards the end. The Sanguine Marksman sighed lightly, the first time Ember had heard one out of her younger brother. "No, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't sound so surprised towards the end there!" Artus answered his elder sister as he collected their hero's last words to him before disappearing, "No, seriously though, the fourth squadmate came to our rescue and he was phenomenal, awesome, silver-haired and each kick looked like a firework. He fought him off with agility and his taekwondo released flames of blue and silver." He informed his elder sister with an exuberant tone before calming himself, "I've been thinking about it— there was no way that we stood a chance without him. Aleph Aluin, if I remember correctly, our hero, told me he isn't what we signed up for and that he wasn't our problem to deal with, the attacker was above our pay so we should let him take care of the rest." Artus informed his older sister.
Ember, who felt slight irritation in regards to the ending. "I couldn't care any less about that last gibberish, got a doctor's report yet— is he going to be fine?" Ember asked with overt and deep worry in her tone. Artus rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh, the doctor told me that he was given a harsh beating but he'll recover nicely and in no time. I was terrified when he brought me in and I had to see him in the state that monster put him in, but I have trust in the good doctor's promise, he only has a few broken bones. He'll be back on his feet in no time." Artus answered in a saddened tone. The Silver-haired elder walked in at an awkward time, when the two siblings were in a moment of quiet and were lost in their own thoughts.
Aleph took out a cigar from his pocket and began inspecting it. "The first time that I failed to trace, the bastard is very learned, thinning his essence signature." He informed his fellow Oath members before finishing inspecting the cigar, "He's no pushover, so— I'll have to do this in a more reliable yet slower way." Aleph finished breaking the silence and as he had tucked it into one of his belt's pockets.
The Sanguine Marksman's brows flew up alongside his eyes towards the elder defender. "What'd he block, what?" Artus curiously asked Aleph with an exuberant tone, trying to use the excitement he has to learn from the silver-haired elder of the flaming spectrum. Aleph lit up his arm with thin flames. "Complicated BS." Aleph answered in a clearly obviously dishonest tone. Ember sighed and scoffed at his answer and his presence. "What's the point of having the Gen-Preservers' commander on the team if he's going to be even more useless than the existence of mythology?" Ember asked as she fixed her eyes over towards her little brother, Artus, while asking her question.
Aleph looked and gasped at Ember before his eyes shifted to her younger brother momentarily, finding himself surprised that she knew about his connection and relationship with the preservers, yet is far more interested and appalled by the negativity towards mythology. "Alright. The attacker concealed his existence by forcing his essence to thoroughly shrink, meaning I'll have to be within his decided radius to get an essence link on him. Forcing his lemon chiffon essence to be as dim as a shadow instead of illuminating it to the world like the sun." Aleph stated confidently.
The Blue-stocking Blade was rubbing her chin, hushed, as she had been left glaring into his eyes. "Since Lyle is resting up, and commander asshat clearly won't tell us anything, I'm going back on patrol in hopes that the large birdbrain bastard isn't a coward who has to compensate with his height to feel better about himself." Ember stated as she got out of bed, and angrily. The Sanguine Marksman sat on his sister's hospital bed before moving towards the hospital room's door. "We might as well stick here, keeping Lyle company, Embs, we'd just be in his way to be honest." Artus stated as he stood in the doorway and halted his petite sister.
The Blue-stocking Blade backed away yet held a deadly glare. "Yeah, well, you saw how I took him down a knee, I had let my ego get out of control and I made a mistake that's not going to happen again, he's stronger than any monster we've faced so far, Art, we can't just sit around in our asses." Ember responded, obviously infuriated.
Aleph cleared his throat in order to catch the siblings' attention. "I'll handle this humongous fella. He's a Grandmaster practitioner." Aleph had said before congratulating Artus through clapping, "I wasn't here to see this sister in action, however, Artus, you made me proud earlier as I witnessed your courage and willingness to ignore immediate death for the lives of others, that's the expectation for this Trio here on out. You two can follow if you're able to walk through my flames." Aleph told the lost siblings before forcing the siblings to blink only to realize he had vanished when they finished. Ember smelt the flames and ambled to investigate. Artus enjoyed the vanilla scent the flames gave off. "Did he just force us to blink so he can have a dramatic exit with his t.k?" Artus asked only to be answered by his elder sister with a silent shrug as she enjoyed the warmth of the flames that halted their exit by the hospital window.
The Blue-stocking Blade threw her sword at the wall, in a bad mood and with an aggrieved attitude when she realized they were locked in the room by a heated square that made her question what she had been taught about how lemon chiffon essence had been reconciled with reality. Ember felt more and more frustrated and underestimated, though she thought of what Lyle would have voted if he had been conscious. It was a three against one decision in her head.
A few hours sweeps through the city. The Silver-haired patrolling firework launcher lit up a cigar from his favorite yet most expensive brand and moved towards the faintest source of lemon chiffon essence he could feel move across his cheek. "Come on out, you handsome four-hundred-seventy two cinemeter fella. I'd like to see you try to toy with someone above your calibur like you've done my noobies, behemoth." Aleph shouted aloud as he wandered about a new area. "That chuckling and tone when you called me handsome was pretty unnecessary, Silver-ox." Said a deep voice out of the blue, menacingly, the Silver-haired fox recognized his voice. Aleph turned around but saw a man who did not look anything like the brute he was searching for from much earlier in the day. He was someone that was drastically smaller and stood at exactly five feet. The commander wanted to crack up when he thought of the comparison from earlier yet managed to keep himself professional.
Aleph enjoyed his cigar as silence crept between the two. "I'll apologize if it went that deep?" Aleph asked with a slight as he puffed his cigar. Jabez followed with his own confident grin. "Don't bother. We can hurry the fun to arrive instead. I'll just keep in mind the mercy you've shown me." Said Jabez before squaring up. Aleph grunted as he had forced the behemoth into his own mind. "That was surprisingly effortless— the confidence is astounding, his lemon chiffon essence is limiting authority here but we seem even enough for me not to fear this clown." The commander asked himself with utter confusion left in his tone then noted in his head.
The towering mysterious warrior pounded his fists into each other. "Your lemon chiffon shielding is exceptional. I can't hear your thoughts or peek into those memories of yours but I'm guessing that you're wondering about me— motives, mentors, a line of questioning set, do I have it right?" Jabez abruptly asked after licking his lips and clashing his fists. Aleph took a moment and recalled that physical objects couldn't follow him into the mind's pocket space. "You don't have to spill a letter— I'll just brute into those memories." Aleph replied as he observed the thin flames engulfing his arms. Jabez stomped the mind space's floor before pounding his fist together and glowing with the intense light of his lemon chiffon essence and adrenaline addicted grin as he charged the silver-haired. "Give a warm welcome to my fist, Ox!" He shouted as he tossed the first blow. Aleph slipped past each of his humongous blows as they jet across the air, he felt the air within his hair. "Pointless. Time to leave you speechless!" The Silver-haired commander shouted as he delivered a knee to the behemoth's gut. The explosion tossed the behemoth away the equivalent distance of five football fields, landing on his shoulder, his neck, his back, slamming into a solid wall imagined by Aleph.
The hulking mysterious warrior sat with a bloody smile covering his teeth and nose. "Idiots blessed by the council of the shining burns are spectacular when it comes to the offensive quality of their handling, I'll give that win over without hesitation yet—" Jabez praised with a chuckle before coughing up blood. Aleph inspected the burns he left on his downed assailant. "Yep. Today is one of those days where you just have to scratch your head. My Junior, a lady at a store and now you?" He asked, utterly confused and scratching his head. The colossal warrior pridefully smiled as he picked himself off the ground and stretched his shoulders. "After our first bout I had you figured out though, little man— fun fact about me, the potential defensive quality of my essence has always terrified my own master, silver-ox." Jabez informed his assailant as if he had been bragging. Aleph puffed a cigar he thought into his hands. "Wild." He emphasized after witnessing the colossal warrior's recovery.
Jabez laughed hysterically then abruptly transitioned into a serious attitude. "Size is strength, it overcomes any tricks up your sleeves, but I'll show you what it's like to study under fortune's favorite child— behold!" Jabez's speeches then yelled before Aleph combined a skipping sidekick with a blast of his shining burn fireworks.
The colossal warrior backed away from the blast, shielding his face against his attack's flames before his hands caught on fire. "Beautiful show!" Jabez commented as he clapped and applauded mockingly. Aleph noticed the flames that he had spread on his arms suspiciously fading away. "Alright. You aren't invincible, don't get ahead of yourself." He replied as he squared up. Jabez leaped at him, he launched his twenty foot body without a running start, he leaped at him dual wielding two large axes, hoping to smash them down on him but Aleph created an explosion with a snap of his fingers knocking him back. He then leaped upwards with an overhead kick blasting toward his chest. Jabez shielded himself from the flames as they touched his axes and forearms, however, the power of the explosion was still too great for his legs to resist and it forced him away.
The Silver-haired elder was shocked and his interest piqued as he had a realization. "… R-UY material, huh?" Aleph asked as he tapped his chin. The mysterious colossal warrior nodded with his well taken care of teeth on display as usual. "Yeah, this material is from my master's homeland, found in abundance during his age. Your boss seems to be the only one capable of finding this treasure now, leaves me wondering." Jabez replied as he leaped in again only to be dodged, going for the same attack, except he threw one mint green ax at him that only missed by less than a couple of inches, while keeping the other ready in his hand.
Aleph didn't worry about the gigantic broad ax Jabez had thrown near him, instead he focused towards strengthening his blast charging it from his right arm's shoulder, forcing the colossal warrior to soar when it made impact. Jabez, before hitting the ground, disappeared from Aleph's line of sight, Jabez was pushed even stronger than the last blast but then he threw ax the second at the commander that he had to evade or it would be game over. Jabez appeared behind Aleph so suddenly and so suddenly he had him in an inescapable bear hug. Aleph's expression shifted and an agonizing scream was forced out of him during the monstrous hug. Jabez approached the Silver-haired commander after he released his hug which dropped him to his knees then took off Aleph's helmet and proceeded to launch him away. The megapolis trio's colossal intruder scoffed. "I expected— hoping for you to be the second most challenging opponent I've faced after that first meeting, Silver." Jabez commented as he turned his back and prepared to make an exit. Aleph couldn't move, he realized he had been paralyzed from the neck down, all he could manage had been breathing heavily. Aleph heard the public surrounding screaming and shouting as there was panic. He was shocked to hear his sibling defender's voices before he went unconscious.
An hour later, Aleph had awakened feeling deep soreness in his spine as he rubbed it and finished when the sibling defenders arrived in his room. "Followed protocol— had it been you two that brought me to the miraculous doc while I was out?" Aleph asked his junior defenders. The Sanguine Marksman's eyes shot open as wide as they could become as he stared at his superior defender sitting up. "The doc told us that you were—?!" Artus whispered as he was taken aback. Ember found herself stuck between staring at her superior's scarred abs and feeling as baffled by the doctor's promise that he'd heal their senior. Aleph snickered before groaning from the pain he felt from his spine before placing his hand on his lower back as the two noticed his body emanating lemon chiffon energy as he slowly slid his hand upwards.
Ember eventually notices he's doing something Lyle told her about a while ago, she fails to understand it. "What is that?" Ember asked, "Lyle told us Fitz had done that.." Ember finished. The Megapolis Trio's Silver-haired defender sighed. "An essence recovery technique that acts as an excellent painkiller, wrap the essence around your nerves, imagine the blissful energy hugging you. Takes ages to appear noobie at doing it though." Aleph answered her in a confident manner. Ember rubbed her chin as she grew curious about what he shared. "Any inheritor is capable of learning this?" She has asked her superior. Aleph nodded with his usual blank expression.