THAT ILLUSION || ONC 2021

~•{Chapter #15}•~

"Promising beginning. I shall obey you." She took the berries and tossed them all together. Munching on some while her lips halted between to drink in the pulpy essence, she gulped them down carefully. "But who is the fourth person joining us?"

"It is-"

"Good day to everyone here. Hope I'm not very late." A breathy voice followed a ramble of footsteps. As the haze of shadows cleared Kenna saw a thick chiselled man wrapped in thick, grey, trimmed winter furs. His slate grey eyes sparkling as silver with thick brown tufts of lively lashes and his unruly curls covering his little forehead gave every reason why any bird would choose him as their home.

"Welcome, Ragnor Laurel. The team is happy to have you here." The joyous greetings of Azarious made Kenna toss too many questioning gazes.

"Much obliged to be a part of this teamwork Sir. I'm very much surprised that my dad chose me to assist him past our differences." He knocked his fist with his father and joined his side to fill in the empty seat.

"That's intense. So the deadly charm of Narngons is joining us?" Kenna extended some berries to him.

"Me deadly? Haahaa. Perhaps you meant my field of necromancy or was it because I'm a prodigy in breaking hearts?" Ragnor winked while stooping his dimple jaws on his fisted knuckles.

"So all of that is true then? Hmm. Since we know your father it all could be possible." Valerie's satire gained some babbling bursts, making Laurel ruffle his falling pelts.

"Ah. Off-track hit. So what's the deal? Between, why is this chair empty and why are we here in front of a sick angel?" Ragnor shifted his pointers with his queries.

"You will know soon, son. Now let's begin what we should. Alright?"

"Agreeeed daaad!" He noted his head hurriedly like a toddler.

"The problem in Earth is getting serious. Firstly, it was thought to be a spirit but unfortunately, we get to see that it's from the zeroth world of liberation. This-"

"Excuse me here. Do you mean that the problem of Earth is from the spirits of Mallecterth? Seriously?" Ragnor shrugged his tense shoulders.

"Indeed and it's confirmed. All that we must do is relieve the girls off this issue while solving it through some other way." Azarious clarified him.

"Not so good idea. They have confronted the spirits and they chose to reveal the things to them even before they were assigned to carry out this assignment."

"But Laurel they are not of too much hope. They are still hookie-rookie practitioners. We can't risk a fly in the place of an eagle." Valerie snorted her sighs.

"But what he tells is right. If there could be one way of solving it. It could be through them." Ragnor held Laurel's palm.

A cramming silence engulfed their thoughts.

"I get the theory here. But how do we port them through the four worlds to the malicious world of no morals? No human can ever enter the world of the formless." Kenna pulled her lower lip in anxiety.

"There should be some possible way put, isn't it?" Azarious took the quill and tried to brush past the opened books hinting at some ways of porting into the formless worlds.

"Stop hunting through those scriptures. It's not going to be helpful." Ragnor stooped over the wooden table to close the passive texts, surging some particulate dust.

"Confident enough?"

"Yes because throughout history we had no such happening recorded, which means no texts can deal with a solution for this qualm. And, one more thing to consider. Whatever we know of the formless worlds are nothing but done predictions piled with visions and anticipated thoughts. It doesn't give the apt friction either."