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Multiversal Congruency [Stopped]

— “I see you gather before me… hungry… terrified… Clutching your grimoire to your chest. God of blood and killing Khorne has marched his legions into our worlds… Laid devastation to every living from here to the Dragon Mountains. Rabid and ravenous, he bites and bites away.” “Magi of the North, you stand at the precipice! Your heralds have failed you, so now you turn to the sleeper! And yet you do not heed? You do not kneel to dust your heads with husk? Instead you wail, ‘Why have the heralds forsaken us?’” “We must look into the trails we failed not long ago! In a time past, our world intertwined with another through an upheaval scholars call the Second Conjunction of the Spheres… The heralds allowed unholy forces to slip into our domain. The offspring of that cataclysm was the nefarious force called mana…” “Yet we did not banish it, instead studying the vile arcane for our own power and wealth! And the mythic at our door… the unholy relics of this Second Conjunction? …the devourer…the primal beast…the daedra? Did we raise our science and magic against them? Or have we laid this burden on others?” “On so-called demon slayers… Stray children taught the ways of foul breathing, their mind mutated through blasphemous technique. Sent to fight mythic though they could not distinguish good from evil. The flicker of humanity long extinguished within them.” “Yes, their numbers have doubled through the years. Many still roam our lands, offering their bloody work for mere satisfaction. To this day they shame us with their very existence! The North bleeds, flogged by war. The battles are the herald’s whip, chastisement for our corruption! And let us not forget the terrors, the heart of darkness from beyond our world! The ancestors roamed through our minds with every cycle of the moon!” “The narrator twisted our children into the lands unknown! Some say he is the harbinger of the third Conjunction! Can we chart a course back into the light? Will we find the strength to banish the demon slayers from our country? Unite around the blue color of the Eternal Madness?” “Nigh is the Time of the Wand and Guns! None will fight this war in our stead! Nigh is the Time of Swirling Stars!” — This is not a Witcher fan fiction per se, but rather a story that initially features elements from The Witcher. — In this story, the dark tag means it’s genuinely dark, and the harem tag means it’s like the old-school harem, where women are objectified. — Don’t expect too much lore and detail in each fandom, because their past history is long gone. This means that everything from their characteristics, way of speaking, traditions, and culture is pretty much shallow at best. —

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While walking toward the largest tent in the division army, where Yen and other important people were gathered, Richard deactivated his Sun Breathing technique, which had encompassed ten thousand people. The intense cold of the freezing climate of Ofir was felt by everyone, from the old and sickly to the babies in their mothers' arms. Seeing them shiver from the cold and realizing they might die if he didn't continue to provide them with vitality, Richard breathed out his Breathing Technique onto the ground to make the area a safe haven from the cold.

Similar to what he had done in Redenia, where he scattered Sun fireballs around, Richard performed a similar action on a much larger scale. After fifteen minutes of constant exhaling, during which he unknowingly exited the camp to ensure a wide area of warmth, Richard transformed the ground of the army's camp into a place of safety. He completed the procedure and felt satisfied. Positioned far from the massive collection of tents, Richard then needed to walk toward the distant camp again, which was fortified by a wagon fort encircling it and had been teleported from the archipelago and settlement they had rescued.

Hearing the gratitude expressed by the mother, the motherless, and the advanced mother one after another for the warmth provided to the area, Richard nodded in passing and smiled gently in response to their thanks. One of the children even offered him a single dried salmon fish, a provision from Skellige, saying that he could share the meal but must leave the head part because he liked it. Although Richard personally dislikes fish and always feels queasy when eating it, he decided to accept it with the help of his calm state of mind after seeing the child's pleading eyes.

"You didn't eat it properly."

Sighing as his ruse of creating the illusion of eating the fish was seen through, Richard decided to take a proper bite of the dried salmon. Instantly feeling queasy and wanting to throw up, he then shifted to a super calm state of mind, with even a glimpse of a flaming mark appearing on his right temple. After properly eating the salmon, he gave it to the child and shook his head with a slight laugh over the brief episode. Walking toward the largest tent once more, Richard finally arrived at the command center of the joint army after ten minutes. Wanting to say goodbye to Yennefer and return to the archipelago, he was interrupted by the Malliq of the area, named Nibras, just as he was about to speak.

"Say, Slayer. Can you give that breathing of yours permanently to us, instead of just giving it to the lifeless ground?"

Shaking his head, Richard replied, "I can, but I don't want to."

"Pity. Here I thought you were one of the good ones. It seems you are just the same as me."

Sighing at the Malliq's blatant manipulation, Richard ignored him and wanted to say goodbye to Yennefer.

"Ah, I wonder what will happen to these people when the specter decides to come back, especially without that enhanced body from just a moment ago. Maybe they will share the same fate as those taken away by the Aen Elle."

Remaining silent and wanting to say goodbye, Richard was interrupted once again.

"Hmm, this land is a good place for magic. I wonder if the specters' motivation to return is not just because they want more slaves, but because of this warm area specifically. Maybe they will—"

"Okay, that's enough, Malliq. You don't need to push him over the edge just because you're greedy for his breathing abilities," Yennefer interjected.

"What is my mistake, woman? I am just stating the truth. If this gentleman here does not provide us with the vitality like before, our numbers will dwindle quickly. Maybe not because of the cold, but because of the monsters that will keep attacking us, drawn to this place. I assume that by the end of the month, we will probably be left with just hundreds of us."

"Does your victimization also include hyperbole, oh great and wise Malliq?" Yennefer mocked.

"Heheheh, well of course not. But the truth, however small it is, is also a truth."

Looking around the warm area that would later produce Mana more quickly and imagining this place becoming the center of a battlefield for monarchs, monsters, and demons greedy for his powers, which had only delayed the death of these people, Richard suddenly turned his gaze toward the boy who had given him the salmon.

Confused and torn between drawing on the energy he had left behind or leaving it as it is, he faced two possible outcomes: either they would die from the cold or from the greed of these beings.

With his conviction to help common folks being tested again and again amidst public scrutiny, Richard didn't know how to choose. Sighing and suddenly wondering how Superman and Batman handle such situations without losing their mind in the process, especially given that they don't have abilities like his Selfless State, Richard shook his head and decided to return to Undvik first to discuss countermeasures with his assistant and Margarita.

"Such a pity, truly a pity."

Hearing the words from the manipulative man just before he disappeared into Undvik, Richard sighed in lamentation, pondering whether he could reach the end of the road as Moraine had stated and still be the same. One thing he did know was that his state of calm had become a part of him after his heart-to-heart talk with Moraine in the frozen wasteland. Perhaps because of this, he might reach the end of the road with at least a passable score.

Looking around and realizing he had teleported to the heart of the town, Richard saw everyone gazing at him with respect and admiration, much like the salmon boy and the people at the camps after being rescued. Richard wondered how long this scene would last before it became a thing of the past, fearing that many of these people might eventually turn into someone like the manipulative man he didn't know. Chuckling bitterly to himself, knowing it would happen sooner or later, Richard just nodded and smiled gently in passing to the second group of people he had saved.