Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Chapter 1161: Empyrean Bosom (1)



The abstractly designed, incredibly vast double doors - perhaps gates? - caused no small amount of shock with their reappearance over the ebony seas. They seemed to be no end to their width, as if one looked east or west, they couldn't possibly define where they ended with their unfathomable design. The same was true for the height of the doors. They fed into the skies past the clouds, like the Sovereign's Peak.

A pair of giant eyes and tusks protruding aggressively from their faces were the only objects of design on the doors that made any amount of sense whatsoever, and they seemed to send hints of hostility to those that weren't the Warmoth's Progeny.

Replicus hadn't yet gotten used to seeing these doors, but he didn't gape and squeak like the Unlimited, and the young man who was undoubtedly Pherdanta's brother.

The Ju`wtte flying off in every direction from the point Replicus' large, ivory key met the large the space before the large doors, seemed to threaten the entirety of Aigas, as did the loud, growl-like sound of the doors opening to reveal a slot wide enough for everyone to enter.

"Come on," Replicus told everyone and led the way.

The first to follow after him were Bassbion and Yagrina who had taken possession of a limp Yuyui.

Grim was next - quivering in a mix of both excitement and fear - then Araeyn who acted as though the doors were nothing unusual at all.

Pherdanta pushed her brother to his feet.

"Go," she said simply, and he, with an ashen face, gulped and walked forth.

Soon, the entire group had entered into the space beyond the doors and collectively, they marvelled at what they saw.

It was all way too beautiful to be humanely possible. But of course, there was nothing humane about everything contained within the Empyrean Bosom, a luxurious living estate of the Warmoth.

There was no end to the space revealed in everyone's sights, and shockingly, everything that could be seen seemed to be made for something that might as well have been as vast as the dragon Jerthrax... no, something much larger.

As the doors vanished behind the party, they were too lost in the attractive view before them, starting with an enormous, winding, paved pathway made of a material that was somewhere between gold, emerald and glass. It shone with such extravagant polish that some might have thought it was some kind of expensive mirror winding around the firm, dark grey dirt of this world.

No sound came when one stepped upon it with as much force as they could muster, and oddly, despite its appearance, it did not have the expected slippery quality.

This pathway branched up to a variety of sights, the most eye-catching of them all being the ginormous mansion up ahead, which, astonishingly, seemed to monopolise the sky in this place. A limited, purple-blue sky with mammoth-shaped clouds within it was suspended on top of this mansion which was shaped like a giant egg with innumerable rectangular limbs protruding from all over it, some sinking into the ground and some rising into the limited sky, hoisting smaller, egg-shaped buildings.

The whole mass was dark grey in colour, with hints of stylish yellowish-red and black across its face, brilliant strokes telling stories and some adding some of the indecipherable designs seen on the double doors leading here.

In another spot, led by the unusual pathway, a vast body of blackish-red waters that spat out bits of frosty smoke from their surface could be seen. It almost looked as though Feinheath could fit in this... lake? No. It wasn't a lake at all. A closer look would reveal the thick, goldremeraldass blocks marking around it like some kind of a swimming pool.

In another direction, set on higher ground such that the vague sun, which was way above the limited purple-blue sky, seemed close enough to touch from there, was a relatively small building made of straw around which a few creatures not too dissimilar to vultures, but wreathed in Ju`wtte, circled.

Another branch of the pathway led, after climbing into the sky as though it were a very natural thing to do, onto a very vast, very strange field full of gold-green grasses upon which what seemed like large, glowing, mechanical balls were set. What seemed like drizzle was falling on this field, causing the grass to become wet, but also enhancing its beauty.

Of course, what truly made this particular view strange was how the entire field was inverted, standing and operating contrary to the gravity over the rest of this Empyrean Bosom. No other spot among the dozens that could be seen beyond the mansion had anything like it.

"What do you think?" Replicus said with a smile. "I'm still getting used to it myself, but..."

There was no immediate response.

Everyone was gaping at the place. Even Bassbion and Yagrina were stunned, and the former became the first to air her views.

"This is... impressive," she said, facing some of the sights to the right, which, and everyone could agree, didn't really make any sense. It was difficult to even explain what they were.

"Master... this is..." Pherdanta barely formed the words.

Grim's whistle withered as it came out of his mouth. He couldn't even spare a few compliments for this place.

Replicus chuckled.

"Follow me," he said, and tapped on the pathway with a foot.

At once, Ju`wtte spread from where his toe struck the green-gold-glass blocks, rushed out in thin strips to the feet of all the Warmoth's Progeny's guests and soon, the group zipped forth along the pathway to stand right in front of the egg-shaped mansion!

...!!!

None of them, including the spirits, even registered that they had moved at all.

In terms of smoothness, the experience far outstripped Yuyui's movement using the Eye of Moving!

"Wooow..." the lime-haired girl voiced as she looked up at the towering mass. It was broad. There were three great sets of double doors on it, one at the bottom, one at the middle of the structure and one near the very top, all gleaming darkly as though made from the night.

"Try not to be too overwhelmed...' Replicus said with a sigh as he stepped forth towards the doors at the bottom of the egg-shaped mansion which were preceded by two beautiful gardens full of what might have been flowers... or lightning moulded into pretty shapes on either side of the paved path towards them.

The others didn't understand what Replicus meant by 'overwhelmed'.

Just being here was draining to the senses!

It was almost as though, to exist fairly in this place, one had to first comprehend it!

The meaning behind the Warmoth's Progeny's words became clearer when the dark doors opened and revealed six figures that marched with well-practised gait and posture towards

Replicus.

These beings were spindly, human-shaped bands of concentrated Ju`wtte with figures not too dissimilar to stickman doodles.

They didn't speak.

Two of them bowed before Replicus and the other four mysteriously wove a puffy set of ebony robes with four, thick sleeves that crackled with Ju`wtte and assisted Replicus with putting

them on.

No damage was dealt to these beings by being close to Replicus, and after the Warmoth's Progeny had worn the robes, they bowed like the rest.

The ebony robes seemed to have some kind of dampening effect, because upon donning them, the spiking Ju`wtte spilling out from Replicus because of [Ju`wtta Resounding

Restoration] died immediately.

Everyone behind him were stricken with awe.

The former Penetrator turned to them all, donned a bright smile and said:

"Welcome to the Empyrean Hatcher."