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Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Lil Red Storm Planet, Unspecified
Wyatt's initial guess was that the new bloodkin-tier of his primordial calamity
daughter gem might be the reason why he could share a portion of the core spirit's innate power. However, the bloodkin-tier info contained no mention of such an effect, leaving Wyatt back where he started, without answers.
Soon, he speculated that it might not be him but rather the radiant celestial array formation core itself that shared a portion of its innate power with him. Though the core wasn't shining as brightly as before, it was still radiating brilliantly as it underwent metamorphosis to become bloodkin-tier primordial calamity daughter gem. Wyatt could only wait for it to complete its transformation to question whether it was responsible for sharing its power with him.
Rather than wait, Wyatt decided to meet with the Field Marshal to retrieve his remaining plague essence to nourish his almost exhausted curses, which were currently being replenished using all the primordial energy his myriad primordial spirits were drawing from the origin source. He also intended to update her on the situation-but only enough to assure her their safety on this realm and keep her from asking further questions.
Just then, the enormous core in the spiritual plane disintegrated into countless microscopic particles, forming a shimmering cloud. Soon, a tiny portion of the cloud separated from the rest and condensed into a humanoid form resembling Wyatt in many ways, except it was a female. The remaining cloud reverted back into the celestial array formation core, this time appearing as a massive gem, resembling Wyatt's primordial calamity daughter gem.
Seeing the naked female version of himself appear before him, Wyatt was speechless as his mind went blank from the sheer bizarreness of the situation until it spoke to him using celesiatial voice in an innocent voice: 'How do I look?"
'Y-you're the core's spirit?' Wyatt stammered, though he had already grasped the situation; it was just overwhelming to process. It seems he wasn't the only one who gained a bountiful harvest.
'You can use celestial voice now. I see my efforts weren't in vain, but that's nothing compared to the gifts you gave me, the core spirit replied, approaching Wyatt for a closer look. Its new appearance was due to the physiques, traits, skills, abilities, and bloodline it had inherited from Wyatt as his bloodkin-tier primordial calamity daughter gem.
Confirming that the core's spirit was indeed responsible for sharing a portion of the celestial array formation core's innate power with him from its words, Wyatt quickly mobilized his soul energy to construct clothing around the spirit, saying, 'Never show your naked form to others. It's your privacy and is considered indecent.
'Okay! The core spirit, unfamiliar with the concept of clothing, was puzzled but decided to take Wyatt's words seriously as it spun around to look at attire covering it's body. It was different from the attire Wyatt was wearing. So, it seemed to be curious about it. However, it's face remained expressionless, as it had no experience with body language. Previously, its "body" was the core itself, which had the expressiveness of a rock.
'It seems we're siblings now, sharing the same bloodline and all, Wyatt mused, noting the spirit's resemblance to him. She shared his bloodline, appearance, and powers, so she looked much like his fraternal twin. Accepting the reality, he readily embraced her as his sister rather than a incarnation or a mere clone. Her impassive expression made it hard for him to gauge her thoughts, so he added, 'I suppose there's a lot I need to teach you. Shall we start by giving you a name?'
Wyatt's acceptance of the situation-and of the core spirit as his sister-was primarily because he recognized how much he stood to gain by doing so. He sensed that the core spirit deeply desired kinship, and he intended to make it happy by offering just that. As his bloodkin-tier primordial calamity daughter gem, he could command it as he pleased, but Wyatt preferred to inspire loyalty through goodwill rather than by imposing his will. After all, now it was one of his own. And when it comes to his people he was very generous.
"We are siblings," the spirit murmured, its previously emotionless face lighting up with emotions for the first time as it absorbed Wyatt's words. Though it already knew they were connected through shared powers, hearing him confirm it brought new satisfaction.
"Yes. I am Dalton Wyatt, your brother," Wyatt reintroduced himself with a gentle smile, though the notion of accepting a celestial array formation as a sister was mind-boggling. Still, if it ensured his investment in the Lil Red Storm realm wasn't wasted and gained a steady source of income, he had no reason to object.
"I-I don't have a name. I never needed one," the spirit said, reminiscing about its lonely past. Soon, however, its eyes sparkled again as it asked, "Would you give me one, brother?"
"Me? Oh, no, I'm told I'm not good at naming things," Wyatt responded, trying to avoid the task finding it tedious to find the prefect name for his sister.
"No, I'll like whatever name you give me," the core spirit assured him.
"Alright, if you insist," Wyatt conceded. "What are your thoughts on being called 'Dalie'?"
"Dalie, Dalie Wyatt. I like it," the spirit replied, smiling. "From today on, I am Dalie Wyatt, the elder sister of Dalie Wyatt."
"Great! But why did you add 'Wyatt' to your name? And why are you the elder one?" Wyatt asked, surprised, since as a celestial array formation core's spirit Dalie shouldn't have known about the concept of surnames or the significance of siblings sharing the same one.
"I wanted our names to sound similar. And I'm the elder one among us because I'm older than you," Dalie stated confidently. Though she was new to the concept of surnames, she wasn't unfamiliar with the idea of hierarchy among siblings. This was the basics of kinship, one would know this especially after waiting for it for what felt like an eternity.