let’s be real the pressure to use AI as an adult is exactly what they said the pressure the do drugs as a teenager would be like but the people that told us that caved immediately for the AI and definitely did not just say no
First of all i just wanna say it was so nice to see camille be distrusting of endmin.
A lot of gachas avoid having the playable character even distrust the mc, despite having all the reasons to do so.
Seeing Endmin slowly earn his trust was so wholesome. And the entire time he was worried that he will loose it again when they discovered who Char really is to him.
Secondly, The story was properly Camille focused. Unile Rossi or Mi-fu (those are the only ones i have done yet.....) The story was almost exclusive about Camille and his background.
The part that included endmin was just there to show their faith in him.
Thirdly, Char is shaping up to be such an interesting antagonist. Really cant wait for the second part to his quest. Plus the fact he had an original design (yes i know it was just png)
And Jakub too i guess.
Also the cut scenes were so good.
Especially the Camille pretending to be Char. Made me laugh so much. Hes so silly. Endmin too, They bounced into the boss thing so quick.
like look at them my sillies
hehe he knows his twin so well... also all i have learned from this is Char is overdramatic.
poor baby hes in so much pain D:
off topic but his eyes are so pretty
both normal and blood red. Damnnn.
Also this part
he bites his wrist and uses his blood to make his spear
That was so fucking cool.
also this scene in particular. Love Everything about it.
poor baby, really wasnt expecting endmin to come save him T_T.
pulled out from a private auction to discuss eoncore trades with onychinus, valko was not prepared to meet the infamous sylus with two toddlers clinging to his pant legs.
they’d done dealings before, and are on relatively good terms— the standard being: having had no major war between their factions and men— but he cannot still understand the inner workings of his business partner.
because when sylus leaves the room to answer a phone call, he wonders why in this planet would he leave his two children, vulnerable and defenseless, alone with a stranger.
valko worries for the children’s safety. especially this one named lucian, who balances himself on the edge of the seat’s headrest.
“you’ll fall.” he states, because it is a fact.
“no, won’t.” the sharply dressed little one replies just as assuredly. his new suit squeaks and threads strain under the unusual movements.
the other one, identical in features but not in behavior, sits on the very seat just below his brother. if lucian falls, lucian-two will be squished.
he is used to this, he tells himself.
watching pups in the pack play rough never bothered him, as it is a natural part of growth. essential for development. necessary for success. he used to believe that other children would benefit from the way a wolf is raised.
and yet, here he is at the edge of his seat— nails digging into the poor armrests as lucian wavers and wobbles on the beam, threatening the false sense of safety of his twin, who would not speak to him, and most definitely would not appreciate him moving him.
ready to leap and catch, should a wrong step emerge victorious.
even if he were to fall, valko should think not to worry.
as these ones smell different.
milk, blueberries, sweet cereal and cream. but beneath, fire and smoke, a distant field, a buried memory.
surely, they would be like their father. formidable, indestructible. too large to touch, too mythical to fathom.
the twin blinks sleepily at him. still refusing to speak. head lolling forward, out of his control.
surely…
“ah!” lucian’s foot slips. valko lurches.
lucian is snatched from his momentary free fall, and cradled into safe arms.
valko’s tongue knows no cage. “told you.”
lucian’s knows no manners, but sticks his tongue out at him cheekily. “bleh!”
valko tilts his head. amused.
“woosian,” finally, his twin speaks. peeking over the edge of the armrest to look at them. “be nice.”
“am nice!” lucian protests. in support valko grins and tickles his belly.
“he is.”
the little one gasps when he is acknowledged and bends his head back down to hide away.
“come on, little hatchling, i don’t bite.” valko says, placing lucian on his shoulder and leaning over to kyros slowly. “my name is valko.”
he places a finger on the upholstery, an olive branch.
the little one shifts on his knees and stares at the bejeweled hand— big, strong but not unsettling. slowly, he emerges and places his own fingers around it and shakes. “i kee-wo.”
“keewo?” valko’s chest blooms at the first sign of trust. something ancient and instinctive stirring in him that tells him now he must protect.
“no, kee-wo!”
“kee-ro?” valko tries again.
confirmation never comes.
“why have eews?” kyros asks instead. now having broken the wall, he begins to quickly forget he was even shy in the first place. he hovers his hands over his own head, where he sees the faint glow of phantom ears on this stranger’s head. “vakoo, why have eews?”
“you can see them?” he should worry. but he smiles broadly, fangs glimmering in delight. he made sure to use most of his active efforts to hide his true form when in public. and up until this point, he believed that he had a pretty good talent at looking unremarkable.
“ee-yors?” lucian scrambles in his arms, climbing a sturdy shoulder to get a closer look. “where, ee-yors?”
“mhm,” kyros stands on the chair now. he swishes his hips in a cute wiggle to visualize, “and taiw— wish wish.”
“like fox?!” lucian climbs and crawls over his new friend as if he were magnetic.
“hey!” valko yelps when the little ones circle him. one inspecting his tail closely while the other desperately tries to find it. “slow down! careful!”
he pauses his shuffling to watch kyros sniffing him. so… wolf-like and yet not.
intrigued, he asks. “what do you got?”
kyros sniffs the air in small snorts— like he’s congested but taking everything in still. “woofy.”
valko’s eyes widen at the simple conclusion. brows pinching, he thinks: these children are definitely different.
“ah! gotcha!” lucian squeals when he finally spots the faint glimmer of his tail. in an instant, the once hatchling transforms into a kitten, chasing a tail that refuses to be caught.
valko, contrary to the look on his face, revels in the discovery of other creatures that lurk in the dark. and that these very creatures, so different and yet so similar, can also thrive in the light.
he doesn’t know of the little ones’ evols, nor does he understand how they can see him as he truly is.
but the longer lucian lingers and scrambles to catch his tail or pet his ears— the more kyros sinks into the comfort of his presence and beams at the joy of his interactions; glows with a golden mist that brings clarity to illusion— the more certain small horns and wings begin to take form in their silhouettes.
and he understands now, that their father never left them defenseless in the first place.
