With only five mechs at our disposal, our menial tactic of raze and blazing seemed to be inadequate for this occasion.
Towering soldiers of the abyss loomed at us like the paging steel of a bird cage, arcing their judgment towards our pitiful and fragile existence.
However, Shujang used our erratic momentum to stay alive and jumped against the ineffable wall that seemed to be impossible to break through.
With me being grabbed by her in one hand, I performed a focused Blooming, enough to gather the minimum energy to morph myself into a long blade. At the same time, Micca already did her preparation to set me on fire.
In just one eccentric motion, Shujang hurled the sword of 'light' to break the abyssal cage that was stopping us from our path.
But the night was still not clear.
So I commanded the rest of my mechs to take formation as I retracted my bladed form forward into the air to perform another blooming.
Using the most energy efficient method of action.
In just the heat of the moment, I bursted a special concoction of solutions onto the formation of the steely knights. As soon as the solution touched the air, it became a nearly pliable fiber.
Bombyx mori, otherwise known as the domestic silk moth, was the result of millennia of selective breeding. Humans cultivated them to produce silk, which became one of our staple domestic goods through many eras of civilization.
What we know as 'silk' is actually just a long, unbroken stand constructed primarily from two proteins, 'fibroin', which is the structural center, and 'sericin' on the outside, the glue binding it all together. Despite only consisting of two proteins, it is still one of nature's strongest fibers. The thread is thinner than human hair, yet, for its weight, it's five times stronger than steel.
Then what if one would use this structural concept and replace it with a very dense, yet unpracticed scientific concept of microscopic perfect-graphene fiber that can take about 100 gigapascals of force before it breaks?
It might be a stretch to an unrealistic territory of science, but I have confirmed many times that reality is weirder than fiction.
Because despite its sheer madness and impossibleness, the Creation Magic managed to create those weird kitbashing of that material's original concept into that of purely made-up fantastical alloy that I've been using for many things now.
It was the same with the mechs. Their electronic part of processing power doesn't came like those sci-fi chips and nano-core, their whole processing power was that of a hybrid of modern electronic and mushroom colony, ever sending electrical signals through 'hyphae' similar to the signals sent via the human nervous system, but assisted with mechanical parts that makes it million times faster than its supposedly ten million times slower than a computer.
And with the modern knowledge of radio waves of electromagnetic spectrum, something that Internet Satellite used to transmit data, I could just perform a near-instant Blooming and cast those radio waves to the mech's receiver to send a command. Definitely something that I would abuse a lot in the future.
That, and with what insight I gained on how my magic works, it should be a possibility for me to progress my own tech for a working pocket quantum computer hundred times faster than the research speed of modern technology.
Surely, applying the microscopic feat of graphene into a much macroscopic scale would be a clear possibility.
And just like that, I have attached a link of harrowing death between the alignment of the surviving mechs--
Before commanding them to raze the forest and all Screamers of the Void into cubes and sheets; cared nary for the nature and innocent survivor, we full throttle our life support at the cost of everything we didn't bond.
The train was on the platform again, following the path made by the moving pentagram of death.
"Again, Shujang."
"Don't rely on it." Shujang cast another spell that healed the fatigue of body and soul. It didn't diminish mine completely, but a short push is all I need. "The aftermath of magic performed by mortals is merely an artificial recreation of reality. I'm not the Deity of Immaculate Nature, so don't burn your fuel too much."
"Got it."
Micca performed a short 'Blooming' to create a firewall of considerable magnitude behind us. Clearly, she was also pushing herself beyond her limit. "Should we make more mechs now that the coast is clear?"
"Too much time, not cost efficient, and the Screamers are unpredictable enough for us to stop in a single place for more than a minute."
"This might be a sudden question, but my curiosity beat me to this." With her beastly agility, she managed to catch up to us in just a second after casting the firewall spell. "According to the comprehension I got from our resonance, I don't think that there is any human who can remain to process all of this information, especially for someone who just got here on the first day; only a fictional character and a couple gifted few capable of this.
"Are you some sort of genius back in your world, father?"
Micca, you directly saw me performing a Creation Magic as my first gig.
I'm pointing this out because I'm a keen narcissist.
Then again, maybe she was too tired and stressed to recall back.
Shujang wryly laughed. "Not to mention, the capability to do Creation Magic, ahahah."
"Well, it is not proper to do a telltale in this situation, but I can assure you both that I formerly possess a brain that works differently than other humans in your comprehension." I paused my speech for a short brief, still trying to make an ideal and compact sentence to sort their curiosity. "A neurodivergent, who somehow managed to stay alive after he got murked in the head by a rebar; an incident that made some part of his brain altered to accommodate for his stupidity and naivety.
"You might see the night sky as dark blue with five scary moons, but I saw it as a front-face of an ever expanding dimension of horror, maintaining its silence despite our pleas to find an answer to all this mess… At the same time, I'm thinking about how to think of normalcy so that I stay on the ground and not fly forevermore.
"Simply put, it's like a frog trying to think what a snake thinks. I'm simply just a former non-human in a disguise, pretending and acting normal so that I can blend and live the life I wanted in a sense of how humanity entertains itself through many means of ambrosial enactment." I didn't really know what I was spewing with the burdening weight on my shoulder, but I guess it was a fine enough message. "So yeah, you can say that I'm a genius, once in a decade genius, heh."
"That last bit shattered your credibility for being a once in a decade genius, if we didn't see the skill you displayed," Shujang said with a half lidded gaze.
"... I think I know what my father felt."
Well, that was an interesting statement that my daughter just spit.
I feel like she just gave me a glimpse of her experience back home and wandering the landscape of this world along with its civilizations, which still might be my own presumption.
Then again, I still didn't want her to think too much of this stuff, yet. She might be thinking about it now, but a clouded mind would only come up with a blurry conclusion as an outcome.
"We might be different on the inside," so I spoke, "Especially if it contrasts our kin and breathing environment. Regardless, or others in the same regard. Life has no meaning before we knit it ourselves. Nothing is wasted, and nothing is too late. Though, that last part can be taken with a sea of salt as it differs from person to person."