Primordial

Whilst the others use a vehicle to go to the gathering destination, both you and Lues fly at the speed of an aircraft, but definitely not the aircraft from this era that breaks the speed of sound.

Circling the gigantic entity that was once the Megiddo Carmlan, the Calamity, although alive and breathing, it feels hollow as if there is nothing inside. Surrounded by pillars enshrouded with circuits formation, the view gives you goosebumps while also promising you hope, knowing that there are capable people in this world that could subdue that monstrosity.

Less work for you.

"Except Thuljas and her squad, I see few people that are able to fly, is it not the norm?" you ask your presumably sister on the airborne jog.

"I guess the era has moved forward and leaned to the other slab of stone," Lues remarks. "Few thousand years ago, numerous individuals with valiant hearts were flying from place to place by using artifacts. This might be me but artifacts have been getting rarer and rarer now."

And she is right, you did notice that fewer people use the artifact now. Even when Timoreia struck through the heart of Amos Citadel, there were only two people who used an artifact.

"Any reason for it?"

"Many factors might come into play actually. Technology, tradition, teaching, maturing mindset, laziness—"

"Laziness, how even laziness comes into play?"

"Cultivating is harsh, unlike you who have strong soul strings, others need to train them for many years before they are able to gather mana. And probably because of the lack of willpower, the consciousness training might've deteriorated for the past hundred years."

"I never asked this until now because I'm afraid to agitate you, but what are you anyway?"

Without any haste, both of you're adapting to the speed of the vehicle your team is on. To focus on clarity on how this conversation turns out to be.

The ever grinning devil shows some interest in your question. "I thought you don't care!"

"I do care! There were too many mysteries! Like what was the reason that the original Long Leggy and Thuljas have for sealing you!"

"Ahahaha! Starting from the second question, they sealed me because I'm trying to rule the world."

"... What?"

A huge bomb is dropped, you thought that crimson devil was only a troublemaker or some sort of old criminal back then. Now you knew that she is crimson on every inch of her being.

"I was supposed to not tell you about this but I'm actually a Primordial."

"... What?"

The second bomb is dropped, not only that she was some kind of evil demonic overlord, she was also an ancient being, which is obvious but still shocking.

Turns out, she is the real deal all along. Then you're curious on how Dyaus lets her go considering that the cockroach lady utterly despises Primordials.

As if she's reading your mind, she immediately answered it while changing her flying position into her sleeping pose. "Dyaus Pita wasn't strong enough to notice my soul. Because of the mirror incident, I'm actually more related to your race both in genetic and wavelength, as if you're duplicating, it can be said that I'm also Pitka and we would be twins if I didn't change my appearance." She chuckled.

Brain and Anxie are doing the thinking, compiling this important discussion into a document. Together with plans and counter contingency that was related to your future predictions when Lues finds a way to separate the connection between you two to become a singular entity.

Then one question floats around your head, what are Primordials exactly? All you've been hearing and assuming was some kind of an ancient and stellar strong deity-like being from another plane. This case might be more complicated than you thought.

Before your tongue is able to make out a sentence, Ares Clone has been aggressively reporting a dense mana signature from ten kilometers away. It's a feat that she is able to detect. You might want to construct a communication device to the sentient mindhive to reward them with praise.

As a single mother of a hive mind, you're proud.

'That is a hella weird mindset, but I'm digging it.'

You're the creator of the clone hive mind, so being happy with your creation accomplishment is nothing out of ordinary.

As for the situation, Brain has an idea. To fully prepare for the encounter with this infamous god-class Calamity, you send one mage clone to the approaching behemoth of mana. Every piece of data is important knowing that this is your first S-rank mission with the shortest explanation ever.

Though you're fully ready in terms of mana deposit. As your passive mana gathering device made by the worklings has been upgraded to convert two times faster, and now they are putting five more in your mana sea.

'At this rate, my mana lake will become a mana sea within my 'mana sea'.'

At this point, referring to your depository realm as Mana Sea is no longer effective. Athenaeum is more effective for a referral to your miniature realm from now on.

As the journey is still going to take a while. You decide to ask Lues about the Primordial.

"Lues, what are the Primordial actually?"

She throws a shocked expression before moving her mouth. "You actually don't know about it?"

"I don't!"

"Pfft! So all this time, you don't actually know what your role is, all along."

"Urgh, it's my fault for not asking."

She giggles for a bit before facing forward again. "Primordial, they are called the Primordial because they are older than Neamh itself."

"You're a grandma then."

"Hush! In actuality, mortals of Neamh don't even know what Primordials truly are. They see us as arrogant and prideful beings that don't want to lend them a hand."

"Are you saying this because of Dyaus?"

"Not exactly, it's the same in many legends, they were seen as those who lived beyond the Ancient Era before the Judgement Days. While we're older than that, some of us are older than this universe itself."

"Are there many of them?"

"The Primordials? Ahahaha, more than the whole mortal in Neamhs combined. Most of us are just so secretive in our own realm, it's the same just like humans and ants, they don't want clingy insects keep biting them to chase away an anteater, probably because we don't care or even understand to care."

Humans, Lues are using the humans and ants analogy where the world has less humans than the entire civilian population inside the Citadel. Does this signify that Lues are there before and in the event of Judgement Day?

Primordials are confusing.