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8/3/2025, 5:26:09 AM
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“We're going to wait. But, as we do, I need to make another call.” you tell her, closing your eyes again. “This time to Kars, as I doubt Shin told him any actionable intel. We'll need his help with King Cold to come up with a winning plan for our universe.”
“Right.” she answers, sounding slightly uncertain. You clear your mind, reaching out once more.
“Kars. We need to talk.” you think to him. “When King Cold arrives on New Salda, could you come down here as well? We need to plan for this tournament.”
“You are aware that I cannot compete, yes?” he asks, you sensing the bitterness and anger in his voice at being completely at the mercy of the higher deities, unable to fight this battle himself.
“Yeah. But that doesn't mean you can't help everyone prepare.” you reply, then tell him who you were just talking to. “Just spoke with Amazo, he's scouting the other universes competing as we speak. And when he returns in twenty hours, he'll have actionable intel on the other universes' strongest fighters.”
“Oh? You actually convinced Amazo to help our cause? I'd already written him off.” Kars replies, sounding genuinely impressed. “Very well. When the king arrives, I shall as well. And we shall begin this little strategy meeting. I may not be able to fight directly, but I can still offer whatever aid I can to our cause.”
And with that he ends the link, you opening your eyes to look to your wife.
“He's in. When King Cold arrives, we'll be in business.” you tell her, to which she walks over to you. Flying up and wrapping her arms around your neck.
“Good. Then I get you to myself for a little bit.” she says, lifting into the air as the two of you kiss. Your wife holding you close, you feeling a slight tremble in her arms as she kisses you with surprising desperation. You hold her tight, feeling a sudden wetness against your cheek. Pulling back, you see tears in the corners of her eyes falling.
“Meloka? What's wrong?” you ask her, feeling your worry suddenly growing.
“Dammit.” she mutters, reaching up and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I-I'm fine. I'm fine.”
“You're clearly not. What is it?” you ask, brows furrowing slightly as you stare into her eyes. “Meloka, you can tell me.”
“We're... We're about to fight. Again. With everything on the line.” she says, you feeling her frustration and anger in her voice. “Why? Why must the stakes always be so dire? I don't want this. This pressure, of everything being on me, on you, on us. Of our entire reality's fate resting on our shoulders.”
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“We're going to wait. But, as we do, I need to make another call.” you tell her, closing your eyes again. “This time to Kars, as I doubt Shin told him any actionable intel. We'll need his help with King Cold to come up with a winning plan for our universe.”
“Right.” she answers, sounding slightly uncertain. You clear your mind, reaching out once more.
“Kars. We need to talk.” you think to him. “When King Cold arrives on New Salda, could you come down here as well? We need to plan for this tournament.”
“You are aware that I cannot compete, yes?” he asks, you sensing the bitterness and anger in his voice at being completely at the mercy of the higher deities, unable to fight this battle himself.
“Yeah. But that doesn't mean you can't help everyone prepare.” you reply, then tell him who you were just talking to. “Just spoke with Amazo, he's scouting the other universes competing as we speak. And when he returns in twenty hours, he'll have actionable intel on the other universes' strongest fighters.”
“Oh? You actually convinced Amazo to help our cause? I'd already written him off.” Kars replies, sounding genuinely impressed. “Very well. When the king arrives, I shall as well. And we shall begin this little strategy meeting. I may not be able to fight directly, but I can still offer whatever aid I can to our cause.”
And with that he ends the link, you opening your eyes to look to your wife.
“He's in. When King Cold arrives, we'll be in business.” you tell her, to which she walks over to you. Flying up and wrapping her arms around your neck.
“Good. Then I get you to myself for a little bit.” she says, lifting into the air as the two of you kiss. Your wife holding you close, you feeling a slight tremble in her arms as she kisses you with surprising desperation. You hold her tight, feeling a sudden wetness against your cheek. Pulling back, you see tears in the corners of her eyes falling.
“Meloka? What's wrong?” you ask her, feeling your worry suddenly growing.
“Dammit.” she mutters, reaching up and wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “I-I'm fine. I'm fine.”
“You're clearly not. What is it?” you ask, brows furrowing slightly as you stare into her eyes. “Meloka, you can tell me.”
“We're... We're about to fight. Again. With everything on the line.” she says, you feeling her frustration and anger in her voice. “Why? Why must the stakes always be so dire? I don't want this. This pressure, of everything being on me, on you, on us. Of our entire reality's fate resting on our shoulders.”
cont
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