My mind was swarming with questions and half answers, highlighting pressing ones for Death's opinion.
"How is it possible that we are in the past?"
"Anything is possible when you combine zirconia with preservation magic. However, it's not recommended tampering with time," Death commented.
I sensed his troubled thoughts.
"Hey. Do you really think we can return to the Lotus Bridge and stop that hiruda?"
My mind was quiet before I heard Death sigh.
"Honestly, I think the likelihood is slim. That creature was able to kick me out of my own body then draw upon sophisticated power to throw you back into time."
I gulped. "Do we even have a smidgen of a chance?"
"All is not lost Baby Brother. If the hiruda is abiding to magism, then it will be following a set order dictated for preservation magic."
Death continued his reassurance by throwing out some tried and tested magism facts and theories, which had turned into another one of his crash courses on Magism Conduct and Consequence Violations pertaining to preservation magic.
My eyes drooped with sleep as his voice droned on about violations described in Section 35, related consequences noted in Section 46 and potential punishments listed in Section 76.
I felt awake and instant joy by the sound of Small Cap's voice.
"You've been alright Small Cap? My brother hasn't intruded on too much of your space? He can be nosy, so I was worried he had worn you down." I fussed.
"I beg a differ!" Death butted in. At least he had stopped with his lecture.
"Me be fine Freend. Be sleeping. Me okay now."
I sensed refreshed vitality and spirit from my spider friend.
"You've been lost in thought," said Brystagg. I noticed that his eyes were carefully observing me.
"Oh, um, yeah." I averted his gaze.
"I've been thinking Delphi. What did you mean by it is up to Famine and Death?" Brystagg's question may have been directed to Delphi but his eyes were pushing for my answer.
Delphi stared at my belt pouch for her answer.
I sighed, flicked Colin a look before I called out Death.
"A spider?!" Lyra gasped with both horror and surprise at the sight of Small Cap's head poking out of the belt pouch.
"Sort of my brother Death at the moment," I explained.
"Death is that?" Brystagg's face twisted with a look of disbelief as he pointed a finger at Small Cap.
"It's a long story; one I'm not smart enough to explain," I said.
"Well that fact I can easily accept," said Lyra with wry expression.
"For another time perhaps." Brystagg brushed off further questions.
I focused on the direction we were headed.
Silence trailed our footsteps along blue carpeted and silver marble hallways, for a long while, until we reached an end.
I was overcome with a mad bout of giggles from the tickles I felt all over my body.
"Where this coming from?" I giggled and stiffened when Brystagg's hands cupped my ears.
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"I'll find a way to save my brother. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm stealing your guns." Famine is a man determined to save his three brothers after they were tragically separated when a magical fire destroyed their monastery home. He finds him...