The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'-Chapter 511 - The Mistake That Keeps On Giving: Responsibilities

Elua er Goltbred, once directly over top of the center of this problem zone, needlessly and theatrically extended her hand after creating a panel of the surrounding air to stand on. The trioxygen that should have started to unravel back into its dioxygen state if it were not so cold started to delicately unravel as most of the pale blue gas jumped into a concentrated reaction chamber designed to raise the temperature. The rest was funneled skyward, to disperse and fall, hopefully breaking down without all this concerted effort on her part.

"Well, that part was simple enough. Now to-"

The reincarnator felt the very moment that space was tugged - the telltale distortion of essence into its raw form before pinpoints of it were restructured into a Spatial sigilscript so finely designed that it made every ritual she’d enacted since reincarnating look like a functional crayon doodle. The incoming transit made her jerk her head up as three figures materialized in exactly the worst possible timing. Two small bodies of children well under the age of 13 wearing Yecine colors and one taller, fully grown woman in white.

"Ah-"

Her voice let out while trying to redirect all of the toxic gases from their position, for she saw the smaller two staggering immediately. Their essence fields were being pressed on by something like a hundred times the density of the continent, as the area held onto too much of the released energy - like the center of a whirlpool. Respiratory distress hit them only a second later, as replacing the ozone with fresh air was a quick but not instantaneous maneuver and they had tried to inhale in desperation.

She watched one of them stagger to his knee while about to take a racking cough and worried for them far more deeply than she expected. They were Qatrand’s younger brothers, but they also-

"AHHH THE SPICES!"

-dropped their backpacks. One hit the ground in just such a way that it tossed jars into the upward vortex, the blessed dried and powdered *flavoring* that was not mere Salt scattering across the bleached flora in colorful explosions as they were tossed out. The Goltbred heiress physically lunged forward, splitting her focus in so many ways that she wished she could steal - and not just weakly copy - her Exclave freeloader’s Astralism.

Continuing her vital cleanup, catching the smallest of the boys before he concussed his skull on the ground, and desperately gathering as much of the escaping seasonings into Vacuum Layer ’containers’ as possible. All of it delicate work performed in full confidence by the seventeen year old young woman in her favorite and only silver dress.

Sliding to a stop near the woman with red hair, El grimaced as she was hit with an uncommon Aspect that she did not expect. One highly untrained, broadcast with the thinnest panic-pain-nausea-determination in uncontrolled biochemical waves that forced the ancient cultivator to grunt and reconfigure her spiritual barrier. Just because it was weak did not mean she wanted to be at all affected by a Pheromone Physique wielder.

’If anything is to be considered taboo on that spirit starved continent, it should be this! Honestly, to think one of them would be sent here. Is Qat trying to push all of my buttons? She is, isn’t she?’

Struggling forward, pear-colored eyes wincing and tearing up from the burning oxidizing shock just endured, the adult still held on somehow despite her low cultivation and checked on the collapsed eldest boy with her blurred vision. Swaying dangerously while trying to pull him to a stand, Rezzue felt like she just needed to get them out of there and everything would be alright. Elua was there with them and she was sure - though not entirely why - that it meant safety. That it meant help would be given.

While adjusting her strongest form of energy to block the scent-signals coming in was quick enough to do on the fly for the experienced spiritualist, retooling her own physical energy to lower the output of the little Ogre’s vibrant, naturally releasing pheromones would be a whole *thing* she’d have to use more time and focus on after essentially letting her body ’do whatever’ all this time.

She also knew that someone so untrained would never be able to make ’definitive’ sense of those ’here to help’ signals she was biologically outputting. Just as someone that barely knew their spirit sense from their left toe could not tell a single certain thing about another cultivator. Illusions were pretty good at convincing the spirit of things the body was telling them were lies, and it had been a long time since she needed to fool someone whose body was almost hardcoded to be given the chemical decision-tree.

"Thank you... but help them first."

Shaking her red hair side to side when the Goltbred daughter moved forward to hold her upright by the collar, the ancient cultivator rolled her eyes at the emphatic signals being sent by the woman ’burning’ from the inside. Her virtue was well received, but ultimately felt melodramatic. The woman who, Elua felt she might remember from her Bridal Ritual, was barely further along with her cultivation than the boys and in just the same amount of danger.

Carrying even two people back at once in flight, without harming either, was quite a feat if they were even Third Echelon physical Enchanters... but these two certainly were not. A combat drone was already on its way, summoned from one of the latest squadron placed in formation within the Illusory Maze... for early enemy contact testing - of threats potentially intruding on the ingress point.

Placed hurriedly there after her essence Breacher breakthrough may have drawn outside interest in this location, they held the latest training data refined from the time spent with two mid-range weapon users. Through one of the control gems set and sewn into her dress, she directed it to use its serpentine limbs to grapple, two for each when it arrived, and take the ’hostages’ with it under the same kind of medical emergency protocols used to keep Aleck healthy.

"If I can’t help everyone at once, I would disappoint my Qat. Though I don’t know why she entrusted the set of you specifically to me on this occasion, I can figure it out when you are not about to drown from your own body trying to cover your lung wounds with fluid. So feel free to cough-"

For the first time, Rezzue finally hacked up. Sending a pink frothy sputum to land on a palm that covered her mouth - Elua’s hand taking the ’damage’ so that nothing else did. She grumbled while wiping it on the back of the woman’s own new white clothes, feeling that it was a far better result...

Than having some woman’s mucus on her wedding memento.

Substances cleaned up, but memories didn’t!