Drawn by the power of the restored El, Ain steps in to Elrianode. Not knowing what he is looking for, he ends up in front of a mysterious cave. Let's investigate.
Ain finds an enormous being that failed to return to the Void, because of its energy mingling with El energy. It's time to return this pitiful creature to its original state of nothingness.
3/5 - Collect Grand Compass Pieces (Skin Splitter, Elrianode) [0/20]
Once Ain turned all foolish beings back into nothing, he noticed that he somehow returned to the entrance of the cave.
Ain realizes that this much be the doings of the mysterious energy that brought him here. In order to enter the cave again, he needs something that will allow him to blend in.
Let's defeat the monsters, born out of hubris, to absorb their power.
As if entranced, more and more Henir Mutated Monsters crawled out of their hiding place to approach Ain. let's lead these beings holding the energy of Void and Chaos back to their maker.
5/5 - Defeat Spatio Reaper (Elrianode) [0/20]
The more Ain eliminates the monsters, the more he realized the true salvation he can grant upon these creatures is to rid their bodies that is chaining them to this physical realm.
He realized that moment, the ones that are leading these beings had to be his ‘Future Self’ currently waiting deep within the cave.
There could be no one else that could possibly have more influence over Void and Chaos than he does.
‘What are you?’
Now that he knew whose voice it was, the answer was obvious. This body is also a meaningless creation formed by the Goddess.
Eventually it will meet its demise. But Ain had no intention to simply fade away.
‘Unleash yourself.’
The preparation was complete. With his existence confirmed, Ain recognized it was time to unleash his true potential. Ain headed towards the sanctum. ‘He’ was waiting for his answer at the heart of the sanctum
i feel like a lot of the 'i hate kids' crowd would be more tolerant if they understood that due to a kid's limited experience of the world that 4 hour flight might just be the longest they've ever had to sit still for or that trapped finger might literally be the most pain they've ever felt in their short life or they might not have ever seen a person with pink hair ever so of course they want to touch it or nobody's told them yet that they can't run around the museum and they only just learned cheetahs are the fastest animals so of course they want to put that to the test. how were they supposed to know etc etc.
i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love