Harita spent most of her free time that she wqs grnated, in the training grounds, honing her skills with her sword and learning to manipulate her " kagune" as Master called it.
Her movements were fluid and precise, each swing a way to probe the extent of her grown strength as a full-fledged elemental lord.
The bloodlust that had once driven her had subsided, replaced by a clarity of purpose and control over her powers ever eince she had her evolution.
Her days were a mix of rigorous training and rest, her body often seeking the solace of sleep to recover from the intense physical exertion.
As dusk settled over Lanka, Harita decided to take a break from her routine.
The settlement outside the palace walls had grown considerably housing thousands of Majins , it was bustling with activity, a stark contrast to the serene palace grounds.
She made her way to a bar run by a group of Tengu women, their laughter and chatter filling the air.
Inside, she spotted Krodha sitting alone at a corner table, an exhausted look on his face as he nursed a drink.
"Mind if I join you?" Harita asked, sliding into the seat opposite him without waiting for an answer.
Krodha looked up, his serious demeanor briefly softening at the sight of her.
"Sure," he said, his voice weary.
Harita waved over one of the Tengu women, ordering a drink for herself. "Long day?" she asked, taking a sip.
Krodha sighed. "You could say that. Training the new recruits, managing logistics... it never ends."
Harita nodded, her tone more reserved. "Yeah, it's been tough all around. How are the new recruits holding up?"
Krodha gave a small smile. "They're getting there. Slowly but surely."
The conversation felt awkward, stilted, with long pauses punctuating their exchanges.
Harita's natural reserved nature clashed with Krodha's seriousness, neither quite sure how to bridge the gap between them.
It was also fueled by the previous stance in their relationship which had been completely overturned.
As the night wore on and the alcohol began to take effect, Harita found herself relaxing a bit more.
She glanced at Krodha, a small smile playing on her lips. "You know," she said, quoting Charybdis, "sometimes you need to relax. Even master says so."
Krodha raised an eyebrow. "Mother said that?"
Harita chuckled softly. "Yeah, she did. Surprised me too, but she has her moments of wisdom."
Krodha's demeanor remained serious, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes at the shift in personality Harita had since the last time they met. "I'll keep that in mind."
Their conversation continued, gradually easing into a more comfortable rhythm.
The Magical alcohol loosened their tongues, allowing for a more genuine exchange.
Harita's guarded nature softened slightly, her words flowing more freely.
"I guess it's just hard," Harita admitted after a while. " I just don't know what to do in life other than what I've been told to do"
Krodha nodded. "I understand. We're all under a lot of pressure."
"But we can't let it consume us. We have to find moments to breathe, to enjoy... something.", the once emotionless boy now turned an Asur seemed to have gained some wisdom after spending countless hours with different people.
Krodha's emotionless demeanor had softened considerably over time om his post as the commander in chief
"You're right. Maybe we do need to find those moments.", Harita agreed
Their conversation, though still marked by Harita's initial restraint, had shifted into a more personal, meaningful exchange.
The bond between them, though still fragile, was beginning to form.
Eventually, they decided to part ways for the night.
Harita stretched, feeling the effects of the alcohol and the long day. "Well, Krodha, it's been... interesting. We should do this again sometime."
Krodha nodded, his expression unreadable.
"Maybe we will."
As they went their separate ways, Harita couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
It wasn't love , but it wasn't coldness either.
It was something in between, that Harita found unable to comprehend.
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Charybdis sat on her throne, her third eye permanently activated for the past weeks, observing the entire kingdom with unwavering vigilance.
She had seen the interaction between Harita and Krodha and smirked at the future prospects between her loyal minion and her son.
For more than a month, Charybdis had been working relentlessly, not resting for even a single second.
Her tireless efforts in research had opened up various prospects. Shifting her focus from biological advancements, she had recently delved into the development of weapons.
However, a conversation with Milim about stardust had sparked her interest in a different direction.
Inspired, Charybdis pushed her resources into creating a magicule furnace.
She remembered the Holy Grail from an anime she had once watched, Fate stay night.
While she was unaware of its intricate details, she knew it was a sort of magic furnace that refined mana to its purest form.
Hoping to achieve something similar, she set to work.
The result was a very large reactor. Though it couldn't be used in battle without a giant ship, it produced magicules that were 30% purer than her own.
However, it couldn't achieve even 1% of the properties of stardust.
The inefficiency stemmed from her inability to figure out the natural regeneration and production of magicules, which she knew had something to do with souls.
To solve this, she had sent out soul collectors to the mainland continent.
The reactor used crystallized forms of these souls as generators for the complex mechanism of purifying magicules.
It was a Herculean task, and it always failed to achieve calculated results due to the randomized reset frequency of the souls.
The souls' natural cycle disrupted the consistency of the energy output, causing unpredictable fluctuations in the reactor's performance.
Resonance in the souls was something she could only hope to achieve.
Despite these setbacks, Charybdis wasn't discouraged.
She saw potential in this reactor, envisioning it as a catalyst for a new wave of technology for the common man in the future.
For now, the reactor served a different purpose.
It lessened the need for a larger army, as Charybdis had decided to build a ship that utilized seven such reactors.
Its fire power would be more than enough to obliterate dimensional boundaries.
This vessel would be a marvel of magic and technology, reducing the reliance on sheer numbers in battle and enhancing their strategic capabilities.
As she continued her work, Charybdis's mind raced with possibilities.
The path ahead was challenging, but her relentless drive and vision for the future kept her focused.
Charybdis rose from her throne, her eyes never leaving the storm gathering on the horizon.
Thunder rumbled ominously, echoing through the halls of her palace.
The moon, tinged with an eerie red hue, cast a blood-like glow over the land, intensifying the sense of foreboding.
Behind her, four translucent spheres seemed to come to life as they floated behind her.
At first glance, they seemed like a mix of slime and molten lava, pulsing with a fluctuating light.
Their exact nature was a mystery to all but her, leaving those who saw them to speculate about their purpose and power.
As she stepped into the moonlight, the new addition to her visage became visible—a necklace around her collarbone that, upon closer inspection, seemed to merge with her skin.
This strange adornment hinted at the extent of her experiments, merging organic and inorganic materials in ways that defied understanding.
"It's time," she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the rising wind.
The bionic slimes behind her responded instantly, wrapping around her body and forming an armor of gold and purple.
The transformation was both elegant and formidable, a blend of beauty and power that made her appear almost divine in nature as her draconic features became prominent with her hands gaining claws covered in armour and scales in her exposed areas.
The eye in her eye glowing with a purple tint for just a moment as she pulled back her scrying on the kingdom.
Thunder cracked violently, illuminating the night sky with a blinding flash.
The kingdom of Lanka seemed to hold its breath, aware that something monumental was about to unfold.
"Krodha, summon the army. We will strike at midnight," Charybdis commanded, her voice steady and resolute.
Krodha, who had just entered her chamber, bowed deeply. "As you wish, Mother," he replied, his tone filled with determination.
He quickly left to carry out her orders, understanding the gravity of the moment.
Charybdis gazed out at the approaching storm, her mind sharp and focused.
Tonight would mark the beginning of a new era, one that she had meticulously planned for.
The power she had harnessed, the army she had built, and the technological marvels she had created were all coming together for this moment.
Lightning split the sky, illuminating the landscape in stark relief.
The storm on the horizon mirrored the storm within her—an unstoppable childish giddiness ready to reshape the world to her whims.
As Charybdis continued to gaze forward, the distant shore of the uninhabited part of the island buzzed with light.
The massive ship, a marvel of her ingenuity, came to life, its engines humming with raw power as a roaring sound this world never heard in its existence came to life guided by her thoughts.
The ship, resembling a dragon in structure, soared into the air, a symbolic design paying homage to the might of her lineage.
Charybdis spread her wings, their form changed to resemble the bionic structure of her armour and flew to the ship.
She stood at the ready, waiting for her army to gather, the anticipation in the air palpable.
"Father, it is time," she called, her voice carrying with the wind.
A moment later, Veldora's presence manifested, the air around him crackling with his immense power.
The Storm Dragon appeared beside her, his eyes filled with a mixture of pride and excitement at the ship that dwarfed him in Size by a large margin.
"Charybdis," Veldora rumbled, his voice echoing like thunder. "You have done well. The preparations are impressive."
She nodded, her gaze unwavering. "We strike tonight, Father. The culmination of our efforts begins now."
Charybdis stood silent, her wings outstretched, the eight pulsing translucent spheres behind her casting an eerie glow different from her armour.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and the moon, tinged red as if in anticipation of the coming conflict, hung low in the sky.
Below her, the army began to gather, Majins, moving into formation, the light from the hovering dragon-like ship illuminating the scene.
She watched as they assembled, each member a result of the relentless preparation and determination that had brought them to this moment.
As the final ranks fell into place, Charybdis pulled the ship nearer to the ground and stepped forward, her eyes sweeping over the sea of faces below her.
With a deep breath, she began to speak, her voice naturally loud to reach everyone.
"Warriors of Lanka," she started, her tone solemn and commanding. "Tonight, we embark on a journey that will reshape the very fabric of our world. We strike not just for conquest, but for a future forged in our own path."
The crowd was silent, hanging on her every word.
"This path will not be easy," Charybdis continued, her eyes intense, her years of experience as a politician coming in use as her oratory was natural obviously enhanced by her skill.
"We will lose allies, we will face challenges that will test the very limits of our endurance. But remember this: every sacrifice, every drop of blood spilled, will never be in vain. Each of you is an integral part of the change that is to come. Together, we will bring forth a new era, one where our power and vision reign supreme."
A murmur of agreement rippled through the ranks, growing steadily into a roar of approval.
She raised a hand, calling for silence once more. "Tonight, we march. We fly. We fight. And we will not stop until our goals are realized. Prepare yourselves, for this is just the beginning. The demon realm will know our name, and they will tremble."
"For tomorrow !" She rumbled
"For tommorow " came their unision chant ready to fight.
The storm on the horizon crackled with uncontrollable intensity, lightning illuminating the night sky as countless powerful presence bared their presence in support of their Queen.
As the army roared once more, Charybdis took to the air, Veldora following close behind.
The massive ship began its ascent, its engines humming with energy, ready to lead the charge.
The time for change had come, and under Charybdis's command, the world would never be the same again.
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