[System Message]
Risebelle: Offline
Critical dition - Repairs Ongoing
Lifeforce: -100%
Magic: -75% Magical Rupture
System Shutdown - N/A Timeframe
Damage Assessmeensive
Repair Protocols Engaged
[System Message]
Runebelle: Offline
Critical dition - Repairs Ongoing
Lifeforce: -56%
Magic: Offline
System Shutdown - N/A Timeframe
Damage Assessmeensive
Repair Protocols Engaged
[System Message]
Roselle: Offline
Lifeforce: 0%
Magic: Offline
System Shutdown - N/A Timeframe
Damage Assessment: Minor
Repair Protocols Engaged
Many days had passed sihe fateful battle against Dark Whirlwind. Dr.Kintovar had been tirelessly w on the plex repairs of Risebelle and Runebelle. The process was delicate and required her utmost focus.
Aldee being a mage with limited knowledge of teology, tio provide his support. He assisted where he could, encement and even preparing meals to ehat Kintovar had the susteo tinue her work. Sally, who had grown fond of Kintovar, ofte her pany and helped in small ways, such as bringing tools and materials to the stist.
Kintovar had made signifit progress in the repairs. With each passing day, the indicators in the system messages improved, albeit slowly. The extent of the damage caused by the magical rupture was a formidable challenge, but Kintovar’s determination remained unshaken.
Sally looked up at Kintovar, her eyes filled with admiration. “Dr.Kintovar, do you think Roselle and her sisters will be okay?”
Kintovar paused her work for a moment, a reassuring smile to the young girl. “I’m doing everything I to repair them. They’re strong, Sally, and with your support, I believe they’ll pull through. We’ll make sure they’re okay.”
Alden joihe versation. “Kintovar, you’ve been w tirelessly to repair them. you expin a bit about how your teology works? It’s fasating, but it’s also quite different from what we’re used to as mages.”
Kintovar sidered Alden’s question and nodded. “Of course, Alden,” she begaone informative. “In essence, my teology is a bination of advanced meid artificial intelligence. Eay creations, like Roselle and her sisters, is equipped with highly sophisticated systems that mimic human funs. I use nanomaterials and energy sources to power them, and they’re capable of learning and adapting, much like living beings.”
Alden listened ily, intrigued by the expnation. “It’s almost like they’re liviies, but created through teology. That’s quite remarkable. How do you handle magical repairs, though? It’s clear that your teology is with magic, even if it doesn’t rely on it.”
Kintovar nodded. “You’re right, Alden. My teology interface with magie extent. I’ve desighem to be versatile. When it es to magical repairs, I use specialized modules and systems that mimie aspeagic to heal aore their systems. It’s a delicate bance, as I don’t want to ge who they are. It’s important to preserve their unique personalities.”
Sally, who had been quietly listening, chimed in with a question. “Dr.Kintovar, do you think magid teology work together like you and Daddy?”
Kintovar smiled at Sally’s question, finding it quite insightful for a young girl. “That’s a very iing question, Sally. I believe that magid teology indeed work together harmoniously. In an ideal world, they would plement each other, each filling the gaps that the ht have. However, in the society we live in today, teology is often overlooked, and some mages even shun it altogether. My goal is to ge that perception.”
She tinued with a raised finger. “Teology has no i limits. With the right knowledge and innovation, it aplish incredible feats, just as magic does. One day, I hope that teology will be seen as a valuable and integral part of our world, just like how magic is regarded today.”
Alden nodded in agreement. “Kintovar, your creations and your work have the potential te that gap between teology and magic. You’ve shown that they coexist, and I believe that, together, they bring about remarkable advas in our society.”
Sally beamed with a bright smile, her admiration for Kintrowing. “Kintovar, you’re really cool! I hope one day people will see teology like you do.”
Kintovar chuckled warmly, touched by Sally’s enthusiasm. “Thank you, Sally. I believe in a future where teology and magic work hand in hand to make our world better. Your support means a lot, and together, we make a difference.”
Kintovar maintained her warm smile, her thoughts hiddeh a fa?ade.
‘I ’t let them know what I really think,’ she mused silently to herself. ‘I’ve found a sanctuary here, away from the stant pursuit of mages in my life. If they were to discover my true ambitions – to domihe world with teology – I’d be back to square one, and my pce here would be promised. This is the time where my genius will be put to the test.’
Kintovar resumed her work, her focus returning to Roselle’s tank. While w on repairing them, she noticed a gradual ge in the green substahat surrouhe tank. It was intensifying in color, deepening to a richer shade of green.
Her brow furrowed with curiosity. She she examihe readouts on her equipment. To her astonishment, Roselle’s lifeforce was steadily rising to 100%, and her magical energy had surged to 200%. “Remarkable,” she muttered to herself,
‘I did try to implement a memory recovery system as a back-up failsafe,’ she thought, refleg on her past work. ‘But I didn’t expect it to work so potently. The data colleust be pying a crucial role in their recovery. This is a breakthrough I didn’t anticipate’
Kintovar accessed the data colle records for her creations. The numbers revealed an intriguing picture:
Risebelle: Project Zab Data Colle - 60%
Roselle: Project Mage Data Colle - 35%
Runebelle: Project Rua Colle - 75%
Kintovar studied the figures. She recalled the early days of Runebelle’s creation when she had started with 50% data colle.
’With at least 50% data colle, ’she mused, ‘Risebelle and Runebelle should be able to transform successfully. This means they’ll be stronger, but for Roselle, it’s a different story. Her low data colle for Project Mage is a signifit hindrance. Without enough memory fragments, attempting the transformation could risk anical rupture, and the foes they are entering iy are no joke.’
Kintovar stood up from her work, leaving the makeshift b behind. Sally, who had been watg her with , asked, “Dr.Kintovar, where are you going?”
Kintovar didn’t respond to the young girl’s question. Instead, she made her way outside. She gazed up at the sky above thoughts onto Haras, her partner who had been captured by the CPU. She muttered softly, “Hang in there, Haras. This might take a while.”
Kintovar sat amidst the hum of her makeshift b, the room filled with ss dispying the intricate data of her creations. She couldn’t help but feel a growing frustration with her inability to make progress in their repairs. Her gaze shifted t-356, the on that had served her well in the past but now seemed insuffit.
Kintovar muttered to herself in frustration, “I’m supposed to be Dr. Kintovar, one of the greatest stifids in the world, a I ’t defeat one lousy mage like Dark Whirlwind. It’s infuriating.”
Kintovar examined her BG-356, her prideful possession,
‘This…it’s not enough... I ’t rely on outdated teology, not when the world has mages with powers beyond my prehension. I o be on par with my creations, and I’m far from it. How do I bee stronger…?’
While p ways to bee stronger, she ulled out of her thoughts by a new set of data. It was Risebelle’s Data, and it tained information about something intriguing: ‘The Goddess items.’ Her stifid initially wao dismiss suotions, but after witnessing the incredible powers of magic, she couldirely disbelieve in the possibility of such items.
Kintovar read through the information:
7 Stars Crimson Bde: A mysterious and powerful bde, said to be fed from the stars themselves, with seven crimson gems embedded in its hilt.
Star Jewel: An enigmatic gem of immense beauty, rumored to hold the essence of the stars and the secrets of the os within its crystallihs.
Spear of Destru: A formidable on, said to have the power t about catastrophic ge and upheaval, capable of both creation aru.
Shield of Creation: A protective artifact, believed to possess the ability to shape reality and bring forth new life and prosperity.
The fifth and final artifact remained shrouded in mystery, its nature and purpose unknowo the most devout followers of the goddess.
She mused to herself, ‘Goddess items, and artifacts with incredible powers... It sounds unbelievable, but if magic exists, then who’s to say these items aren’t real? Maybe they hold the key to the strength I he 7 Stars Crimsohe Star Jewel, the Spear of Destru, and the Shield of Creation... Each of these items holds immeential. I don’t know what they do exactly, but I suspect that they could be ected to the essence of the stars and the os givea. Their power could be beyond imagination.’
She cluded, ‘I don’t know where to start or how to find these artifacts, but I ’t stay stagnant. I o grow, to bee stronger, not just for my sake but for the sake of Roselle, Risebelle, Runebelle, and the tless others who may depend on my teology iure.’
The footage from Risebelle’s Data was a revetion to Kintovar. She watched the ses of mystical domains hiddeh the city, filled with magical creatures and powerful guardians, Kintovar marveled at the unknown. The existence of such pces had eluded her. It was being clear that there were mas buried deep withiy.
She thought to herself, “These domains, filled with magical creatures and guardians, are unlike anything I’ve entered before. It’s as if a hidden world exists beh the city’s surface, and it holds the key to these powerful artifacts, including the Star Jewel.”
The mention of a guardian named Roy and the mysterious figure with a blue mohawk named Dj intrigued her. There seemed to be a struggle, not just for the Star Jewel, but for something greater. The versations she overheard hi the importance of proteg everyone, suggesting that there was a rger purpose at py.
Kintovar tinued, ‘Roy, Dj, and this girl named Jay, holding the Star Jewel... There’s a plex interpy of motives and power at work here. It’s not just about acquiring the artifact, but about a deeper significe tied to proteg something or someone important. I may not be a mage, but I’m a stist, and I have the skills to uncover hidden truths. I will have to ask my creations about these domains and their experiences. It’s time to embark on a new path to acquire the power I o domihis world.’
With ahusiastic ‘AHA!’ she excimed to herself, “This is it! The path to achieving my goals is clearer than ever. If I want to bee stronger, I o foot just on repairing and enhang my creations, but on developing teology that i with and harhe powers of these artifacts.”
Kintovar stood in front of Roselle’s tank. Her hands were csped behind her back. She watched as Roselle’s eyes slowly fluttered open.
Roselle’s found herself gazing at the figure standing before her. There was a sense of familiarity in the way this person looked at her, as if they shared a history, but the memories of their past enters were still hazy in her mind.
She thought back to the first time she had awakened within Kintovar’s b. She was waking up again and her memory became hazy.
With a soft, ione, Roselle asked, “Who... who are you?”
Kintovar responded with a sense of pride and a twirl, “I am the brilliant creator, Dr. Kintovar! You are the sed of my living creations, Roselle. amed: Project Mage. Your powers, carefully crafted through my expertise, shall be the key to my success in this world!”
