Nyarai talked to many people, conversation that usually starts with Chad and ends up with Nyarai getting people to open up to her about everything.
Nyarai having a very relaxing atmosphere around her, one that soothes people and makes them feel more carefree… she got a lot of blackmail material.
After a “relaxing” time of school, Chad decided to go looking for his sword; leaving Nyarai in David and Charlotte’s care.
Flying at speeds even fighter jets can’t reach, a short relaxing five minute flight to his destination, Mirdon state.
Mirdon state, the place where he fought Sylgvairuun and jumped into the “mouth of the world ender” supposedly…
Though he does not remember this state from that event, he remembers this state from… of course preschool, but also from getting his sword in this place.
More specifically from Dimwood county in Mirdon state, there he fought against a demon/human flesh amalgamation “house” that attacked the county.
And inside this flesh house disaster was at its core a sword, his demon flesh sword; well… before it was his.
Now arriving at the location of the demon/human flesh amalgamation house, it does not look like how he remembers it…
Or rather it looks like how it used to look like before he dealt with the disaster, it looks like before he dealt with the sword.
But that is weird, people should know not to enter this house; they should know of what happened here and it should have become a landmark for its past…
But he can see none of the plaques describing the history of this house or his actions, no old police tape to cordon of the premises…
No people taking photos treating it like a tourist attraction, no workers cleaning the place or food vendors selling their wares here… WTF!?
Entering the “Dimwood mental correctional facility”, looking at the dim hallways with rotted walls, water leaks out of some and a strange almost sweet and spicy smell.
The smell of demon pheromones… Has the sword decided to restart its plan, to become a disaster like how it used to be, to terrorize the civilians?
Speeding up slightly Nightknight moves like the shadow of a concept of wind, passing unnoticed by the mutated half-human half-demon patients and nurses.
Passing through the wall of flesh that used to be the warden/head doctor of the correctional facility, poisoned by his own gluttony.
The red horned imp children running down the hallways laughing and screaming in both human voices and horrible screechy devil screams.
Running past a nurse that look a little more well put together; nurse Persephy Dimwood, admonishing the devil children for being too loud and upsetting the meat wall/warden/head doctor.
AKA Gorebyn Dimly, who seems to making some noise? Not exactly sure what the meat wall is “saying”, but the “pretty” nurse seems to understand?
Nightknight watches in confusion, why are all these people back; they could not be saved last time they dealt with this incident.
How are they back? Or is this reality and the past just an illusion, like his memories of the “mouth of the world ender”.
Nightknight decided to investigate, scanning the destiny of all that is and can be, even looking for what can’t be, but is close enough for him to change.
Looking at the “pretty” nurse scratching meat off of the Gorebyn meat wall, how she walks away with an unnatural blush to her face.
She then feeds this meat of to some children and patients, “healing” their ailments… strengthening the mutations and deepening the infernal chaos corruption.
Having seen enough Nightknight activates the spells he has left all over the flesh amalgamation house, beautiful sparks burn to life across the fleshy walls of the building.
The “Dimwood mental correctional facility” comes to life while screaming in pain, its “body” burning in deep natural soul fire; something druids can only dream about.
Nightknight appears at the location of the sword in an instant, the creatures throughout the house panicking as the mind control of the demon flesh sword looses effect.
Grabbing tightly onto the hilt of the fucked up demon flesh sword, that does not want to be picked up, screeching and biting with its meat tendrils at Nightknight.
Nightknight unhurriedly pulls the sword out of the ground disconnecting it with its flesh domain, imprinting his will and concepts into the sword to tame it.
The sword screeches with an archdevil like voice, heard far under heaven; almost all of the USA can hear, angels almost descend down to investigate.
But Nightknights will is flowing across the voice of the sword, the sword’s voice is but another voice for him; the angels knowing this are terrified.
Brightman/David together with Charlotte and Nyarai look off into the distance, but Nightknight is handling it so nothing to worry about.
Nightknight has gotten his sword back, or maybe this is the first time he has ever held this sword…
Space and time shifting spells are twisted into being around him and contain all the creatures corrupted by the infernal chaos.
Dissappearing into a different world where he can handle them slowly, the building coming alongside the rest of the creatures.
The people of Dimwood in Mirdon stare at the living house that burned recently, get sucked into a portal and Nightknight “fleeing” the scene.