"Why, why to such an extent…"
"Why to such an extent?" As she landed the heel of her dragonoid feet onto the knee of the poor blacksmith, her grin widened even further. "It is simple, really, I want nothing but the sword forged by the legendary Onyx Forger, Du'llvajra of the Godhand."
"Everything I crafted shall become an object that possesses distinguishable power. It also applies to something as simple as a mere pottery that was born out of boredom. Wretched spawn of Xuanlong's blood, what do you plan with the sword that is crafted by my blood and tears?"
"Ah yes, this is the real problem with you human spawns." With a whimsical tone, she crushed the knee of the blacksmith by giving a slight strength onto his pressing foot. "Always hungry for meanings and purpose, yet destined to look for it in a universe that is nevertheless cruel, unpredictable, and completely apathetic to every single one of you.
"The universe had a beginning in time! They praised. The universe had no beginning in time! They cried. Both positions seem reasonable yet completely contradictory, and you humans can't live with that fact. Those morons sought and sought the essence to cast out the rule of antinomy in every existing thing.
"I'm different, I care not for trivial things that are big or small. I pay no heed to the shackling reality that bound my soul into a puny weak carp. I'm the Absurdism, anything that I want to achieve and acquire has barely any meaning in both personal reason and in the grand scheme of things.
"I want a sword made by you, and I want nothing more."
"Grah!"
She then grabbed the chest of the blacksmith by thrusting her fingers onto his flesh before slamming him to the ground, smearing the wound onto the floor in circle motion before leaning close to his ear. "Though, I know that you have no plan in completing that sword. You plan to either blow this entire haven of yours or tries to kill yourself by conjuring a weapon from a hidden ENE Crystal inside that leather satchel.
"It made me wonder, aren't you looking like a coward now?"
Blood coughed again and again from Du'llvajra's clogged throat before he donned a prudent smile in the face of danger.
"Just so you know… I'm also known as Godsight." Du'llvajra raised his shaky finger as he made his statement. "I can see what kind of ability and expertise you possess. One of them allowed you to time the death of any living being in your gaze.
"You don't want to kill me because I didn't want to complete your sword. You wanted to kill me because my death is practically near." He coughed his last bag of blood onto the floor. "If you really wanted to use my son and that brat as hostages, you wouldn't let them be that far away from you when you don't have any ability that has that far of a range.
"They still have a long life in front of them, do they?" He grinned with a huge sign of joy. "I guessed that means you can't kill anyone that is still far away from their death. Soon enough, you'll attempt to finish what I've started by using my blood as the catalyst for the 'Engraving' of that sword."
Likewise, his gestures of defeat were not because he couldn't save his son and Angravada from her clutches.
It was the sad realization that he had not much time to live where he hoped to stay long enough to see the face of his son that was no longer stiffened by the thought of vengeance and the mourning of his mother.
"... How far did you know?"
"If you're the 'Absurdism', then I'll be the 'Nihil' of your goal."
"I guess you're saying that I won't get an answer no matter how hard I try."
"I shall be waiting in hell."
"Heh, I'll look forward to that meeting."
Blossoming patches of blood were scattered.
Meanwhile, the other side of the blossoming flower began to move toward the edge of their predetermined destiny.
"I really don't know whether this purple orb was acquired due to knowing the Rotatashk race or due to the fact that we have broken the mind of an innocent youngster."
"You got two on top of that too. I believe that's a good thing, isn't it, brother?"
"So are those the aforementioned purple orbs that grant you evolution and power, Sir Kivas?"
Still on the side of the flowing river, Kivas, Semper, and Angravada were chilling as they attempted to turn part of the ground into an improvised kitchen.
With the minimum basic survival knowledge that Angravada possessed, she was guarded by Kivas as they sought ingredients and herbs to fill their stomachs with something other than fish for the whole day.
"I still couldn't believe that you're bringing stuff like butter, garlic, and pepper in one of your stuffed bags." With the sharp tip of his limb. Kivas peeled the wild vegetable that was eerily identical with the carrot on his former world.
The color might be greenish but it doesn't change the fact that it tasted similarly like carrot when eaten raw. As for how he knew the taste of a raw carrot, Kivas was one of those people who tend to be impatient when preparing for breakfast that he snacked on the raw ingredients.
"After this, we cooked them all in a boiling pot before mashing them into a puree~" Angravada seemed to be having the time off her life as she peeled the potato-version of this world. "Huwaa, imagining the steamy and creamy texture of the Styh Soup makes me want to legitimately do all of this in a proper housing where we aren't using a washed carved wood to boil a river water," she said in a fast and monotonous manner.
"Looking at it, isn't this just some kind of Irish Style Farmhouse Vegetables Soup?" Kivas felt the jarring similarity to the point of imagining that these Rotataskh people were the Irish people of this world. "Well, it's not necessarily Irish but I don;t know any other place who makes soup like this."
"I guess that is one of the races from your former world, huh." Angravada still donned her usual unbelieving expression.
"Calling it a race feels rather weird."