Maeve moved forward through the labyrinth of dead machines for a while, ignoring the commotion from the voices behind her until she reached a great door where she stopped and sat down before it cross-legged. If she was not wrong, behind this door would be the surface of this planet.
Closing her eyes she seemed to enter a meditative state and her body began to slowly light up with a greenish glow. From her back two pairs of spectral hands emerged and then a head, before long the entire body of a man emerged from her body and stood behind her.
The figure of this man appeared both real and fake as if his body was in flux. He appeared solid in one moment and a stray gust of wind would make his body shake as if it was made from smoke. Yet his feet pressed against the ground signifying that his presence was tangible.
Maeve breathing quickened, but she steadied herself and continued, and soon another figure emerged, it was a woman, and another emerged not long after, a young man of about sixteen, then a boy, and then an older man, a young girl, a shy teenage boy…
This weird event continued for the next hour until eighty-five people stood behind her, another small figure that resembled a fairy with dragonfly wings hovered before Maeve, who finally opened her eyes with a gasp.
She looked behind her and smiled, for behind her were all the men, women, and children who had survived the Nexus.
In her hopes to keep the lives of her master subjects in such a torturous place like the battlefield, Maeve's ability had undergone a weird mutation, and she had been able to transform the bodies and spirits of these people into her own.
Their lives and Spirit fused with hers and they became one.
She did not know how she did it, but there came a moment during the battle when the shockwave from a Dominators death had threatened to kill everyone around her, and she instinctively used her innate Spatial ability to grab them, something that was impossible according to all the rules of her power.
Her powers were only supposed to move inanimate objects from one position to another, and at the edge of her desperation, she only wanted to keep these people safe.
Something unexpected happened with her Spatial ability, and it transformed the flesh and spirit of these people and made them one with her Spirit, so as long as she did not die, these people were unkillable.
Even if they died, they would be resurrected as long as her Spirit returned. In this manner, she had been able to protect her oath to Rowan, and his people had also protected her.
Many battles and close shaves with death had taught not only her about her new abilities, but the people merged with her Spirit had also grown, becoming warriors. Without all of them working together, they would have all perished long ago on a battlefield that had claimed those that were far stronger.
Although she did not have any idea about how her ability had transformed, she still suspected this small fairy playfully flying all around her head to be the cause of it, or it was a primer.
It had awoken inside her after her near death in the Nexus and her ascension to the Rift State made her form clearer. At first, her voice had been silent, but soon she began to hear them well, and Maeve wondered sometimes, why the voice of the fairy was so similar to her own.
Maeve began giving out orders to the people around her and before long, the exploration of this place began in earnest.
Unknown to her, an Angel stood by her side all this while and saw everything. Its smooth golden mask observed every single motion taking place, as a single golden eye in his chest blinked.
Rowan inside his Palace suddenly shook and his eyes widened in shock. The moment Maeve had manifested her new powers, his third bloodline suddenly pulsed, and when the small green fairy appeared behind Maeve, Rowan groaned as a memory shot toward his consciousness.
This memory was in a first-person perspective, and Rowan instinctively knew that this was his memory. One that he had lost, but seeing the image of that fairy had triggered its emergence.
He saw a pair of tiny bare feet and chubby legs, most likely those of a three or four-year-old child running through a lush jungle accompanied by the glorious song of birds and nature.
The feet appeared tender but there was great strength inside it, as he carelessly blasted through rocks and trees in his path.
The legs reached the shores of a great river and his reflection was shown to him. Rowan saw that he had green hair and eyes that sparkled like gems, his chubby childlike face was perfect, and held a pure joyful smile. On his body was a moving tattoo of a green book, and he instantly recognized it as the Primordial Record!
The child suddenly looked ahead at what he had been chasing all this while and he laughed in joy.
He was chasing a green fairy through the jungle, one that was eerily similar to the one beside Maeve, but this fairy wore a much more elaborate outfit made from flowers.
"Fairy come here! I can take care of you!" Rowan shouted.
The little flying figure paused and stomped her feet angrily, "For the last time, I'm not a fairy, I'm a Nymph, and my name is Anihuruhdda! Guardian of the Greens. The same Greens that you are desecrating, you oaf!"
The Nymph began flying deeper into the river, and Rowan called out, "Come back, I just want to play."
Looking around for any way could cross the river and seeing no method, the child stomped his feet in frustration, similar to the method used by the Nymph just now.
Suddenly a giggle sounded beside him, and he turned only to see another Nymph, this one was smaller, and Rowan walked toward her, his childlike eyes wide in fascination and excitement, "Hello, would you play with me?"
