Card Apprentice Daily LogCard Apprentice Daily Log
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Lil Red Storm Planet, Unspecified
"Wyatt, don't you dare question my love for the Card World. It's more than you could ever imagine. My sacrifice in defending it from otherworldly invaders and monsters is proof of that. You talk as if these are the only two possibilities-either we leave here erasing our tracks or get caught and drag our entire realm to its doom. Nothing is set in stone; anything is possible. Let us finish what you started, since you spent a fortune declaring this realm yours in the Myriad Realms through the Devil Merchant Code, the Field Marshal, ever the conqueror, refused to retreat, dismissing Wyatt's assumptions as baseless. Though bold, her confidence was what had carried her through the Way Beyond.
Wyatt locked eyes with the Field Marshal, both stubbornly standing their ground. In Wyatt's mind, he could earn back the wealth he had spent on this realm, but he could not say the same for the lives that would be lost if they were caught trespassing and mining by the entity that arranged this artificial celestial array formation.
The Field Marshal, however, felt Wyatt was being overly cautious. She believed that even if they were caught in the act, it wouldn't be the catastrophe Wyatt feared. Perhaps they could come to an understanding with the entity that created the array formation. To her, this seemed far more likely than the disaster Wyatt anticipated.
*Enough. Help me clean the scene, then we're heading to the Dark Realm," Wyatt ordered. Seeing that the Field Marshal wanted to argue further, he sternly added, "This isn't up for discussion. We're
leaving!
Just as Wyatt and the Field Marshal were about to stop the Space Furnace Array formation and disassemble it, they both received a mental transmission. It was a sweet, innocent voice that calmly conveyed, "No, you guys are not allowed to leave."
Regardless of how pleasant the voice sounded, it sent chills down their spines. The pair looked around for the source of the voice, only to hear it again: "Don't waste your final moments looking for me. Say your goodbyes instead."
"Field Marshal, don't resist. I'm using the inter-realm transfer function now," Wyatt mentally informed her. However, after a minute passed with nothing happening, she turned to look at him, wondering what was taking so long-only to see him shaking his head helplessly.
With his Primordial Soul Pupils, Wyatt noticed that the celestial array formation had transformed into a space vault, locking itself out from the rest of the Myriad Realms by rearranging its multiple planetary belts and moons. As a result, their demon/devil codex had lost connection with the Devil Merchant Code. They were stranded. Wyatt, who had lost interest in studying the celestial array midway upon discovering it required two suns as a power source, was surprised to find it capable of such a transformation.
Soon, both Wyatt and the Field Marshal saw a meteor shower descending from the realm's nearest planetary belt, locking onto their location. The two wanted to run to safety but found they couldn't move a muscle. The Field Marshal struggled with all her might, unleashing her full strength, but she was powerless against the celestial array formation. The combined celestial force and spatial energy of the realm bound her to that very spot. As the meteor shower neared them, and with death seemingly inevitable, she chose to speak her final words: "Turns out we were both right. I'm glad it ends with just the two of us."
Wyatt stared at her in disbelief. Even with death at her doorstep, she still coveted the abundant resources of the Lil Red Storm realm. Feeling the burning heat of the meteor shower on his face, he shook his head and made his decision.
'Unlock 4th form: Viltronian Calamity Titan.'
'Activate, Innate plague skill: World Devouring Plague!
Bound by the lock powered by the realm's combined celestial force and spatial energy, Wyatt's body was grotesquely disfigured as he tried to grow in size. However, when he activated his innate plague, he painfully realized that even with the power of a thousand-plus SSS-rank curses, it was unable to affect the realm.
With no other choice, Wyatt mobilized his primordial energy to enhance the curse energy powering his innate plague. Soon, a red mist emitted from Wyatt's deformed body, devouring the realm's celestial force and spatial energy, increasing its volume and freeing the Field Marshal along with him. Wyatt's deformed figure then grew into a humanoid of 25,000 feet in height.
As Wyatt expanded, the meteor shower was right in front of his face. But before the meteors could strike him, they were devoured by his innate plague. Devouring the meteor shower resulted in a massive increase in the plague's volume.
"What in the name of-" The Field Marshal was shocked by Wyatt's display of power, but even more disturbed by the red mist surrounding him. Her unique eyes could see its true nature-it was a plague with the ability to devour everything in its path.
"Interesting, they heard the sweet mental transmission again, though this time it sounded less playful and more intrigued. It appeared that Wyatt's current form and innate plague had piqued the entity's curiosity. After all, his power was strong enough to devour the energy formed by the combination of celestial force and spatial rules-a power formidable enough to warrant its attention.
Wyatt ignored the unknown threat's comments, fully aware that he couldn't maintain his 4th form for long while using his innate plague due to the high curse energy consumption. He needed to act quickly to finish things, knowing that he couldn't replenish curse energy. The only way to do that would be to replace the exhausted SSS-rank curses integrated into his primordial spirits with new
ones.
Encasing the Field Marshal in a ball of mist, he reassured her, "Don't worry. I'll be right back. With that, Wyatt's gargantuan body, along with the red mist (except what was protecting the Field Marshal), vanished from the physical plane and appeared in the spiritual plane, empowering his spiritual form.