Eleven: The Sequel of AlterMyth

Till The End Of Me

"I thought the same too - when I was wandering aimlessly through this place." Bae ran a hand through her hair and grinned, "But Sana and Fauna ain't regular students - and neither am I. We're members of the Student Council. My Council - the Eleventh."

Clover furrowed her brow.

"Big deal." She belittled her foes, "I'm working for the dreamweaver of this Tapestry World, Baelz Hakos. That Council doesn't exist here."

"Oh yeah? Are you willing to bet on that, Miss Gosling?" Sana chimed in smugly, "You mentioned Tapestry Worlds, but do you know how they work?"

"O-of course I do!" Clover bluffed, "The Manipulator is in charge of this world!"

"Wrong." Fauna interjected this time, wagging her finger, "The ultimate power in a Tapestry World is not the dreamweaver - but the dreamer herself."

"Irys..." The name escaped Clover's lips.

"That's right." Sana confirmed, joining her hands together, "That means that all your dreamweaving has done is bind you in Irys' subconscious as a mere student, following her rules to preserve her suspension of disbelief - to perpetuate her nightmare." She eyed Clover's sword arm and shrugged, "Sure, you've got a few surprises up your sleeve like the bogan that you are. But you're limited - oh so limited."

"But deep inside, Irys sees me and my friends here differently." Bae grinned, "How do you think Irys remembers us, Clover Gosling?"

When Bae said this, wisps of green magic coalesced around Fauna. From those wisps, plate armor of petrified wood formed over her uniform like a breastplate, paired with an oval cavalry shield. Sturdy vines appeared too and twisted themselves into a long battlestaff.

Then, the miniature Nemu revealed herself and shifted to its combat form. Nemu grew a hundredfold and Fauna's magic armored her with petrified wood plates like an ancient cataphract. The armored Nemu lowered herself and let Fauna mount as her warhorse.

Next, Sana called forth golden wisps of magic around her. They wrapped around her, adorned her uniform with a golden scarf brimming with magic. The ground beneath Sana's feet shook and the cobblestone sidewalk cracked ominously.

With a wave of her hand, Sana commanded the cracked cobblestone rise up from the earth and come together in a rough sphere of dense rock that orbited around her like a planet.

Finally , Mr. Squeaks hopped out of Bae's coat pocket and transformed into the rat-headed warhammer. Bae caught the warhammer by the handle and held it over her head triumphantly.

Clover watched her foes, the lambs she was supposed to slaughter, turn into superpowered beings with their full arsenal of magical powers. It was a sight that she thought starkly contrasted the dream world. And yet, the Nephilim's Dream didn't collapse - nor did it try to strike them down.

Bae waited for her retribution - her rejection by Irys' subconscious.

But it never came.

"I'm still worthy..." Bae held her warhammer firmly. She held her weapon with both hands and declared, "Irys is waiting for me, Clover Gosling. I'm not gonna let someone like you stand in my way."

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Eleven

Till The End Of Me

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Ninety-Eighth Scene - Tit For Tat

Spurred by their hypercharged power difference, Bae and her companions rushed towards the gate. They crashed into the thin line of defenders before they could even raise their weapons and struck them down like pins in a bowling alley. Bae, Sana and Fauna crushed the static-faced phantoms left and right with their magical powers.