After receiving information about his members, and more specifically Melvin, Akasha felt the need for a clearer visual to accompany the words.
"Now that I think about it," he murmured, "I don’t believe I’ve ever seen this prince of Von’El."
The words carried a quiet curiosity rather than surprise.
Since he was once connected to Kalpa, the world’s history had flowed into him in brief, vivid glimpses...
So, he knew well that the Von’El titans had been exiled more than fifty thousand years ago, their names reduced to half-remembered warnings among the Ancestors and figures such as Harlan.
Luna’s heart-shaped eyes sparkled with playful mischief as she leaned closer, a soft tumble of purple-and-pink hair sliding over one pale shoulder.
"Maybe that’s because you haven’t spent much time on the Eastern Continent, my love," she said with a warm, teasing lilt, her fingertip drawing a slow, lazy circle along the edge of the zafu.
Yume snuggled against Akasha’s side with easy familiarity, with her purple-blue hair falling forward to brush his arm.
"Well... that’s if you forget about him going there, kidnapping Melvin," she added, voice low and edged with quiet amusement, "and the few times you visited him afterward..."
Akasha’s lip twitched once, the slight motion revealing the edge of a fang before a genuine chuckle escaped him.
HUMM!!!
He raised a hand and swept it in a fluid arc.
The illusory surface lit up with a gentle click as the light shifted, the earlier images fading away while a new scene took shape.
It was the exact battle between Melvin and Krax.
For a fleeting moment, everything seemed perfectly ordinary...
Then, without warning, an endless winter swept across the land, frost cascading over stone and soil as if the very fabric of the seasons had been torn apart and rewritten in the blink of an eye.
Yet before the true beginning of the battle could unfold, a new notification appeared right before Akasha.
[You are being Summoned: Amber Salvatore (Loria)]
Seeing this message for what felt like the millionth time, Akasha’s shoulders lifted and dropped in a quiet sigh.
The infinity symbols in his eyes slowed their turning as he regarded the summon.
Luna’s expression softened at once into understanding; she reached out, the tips of her fingers brushing lightly against his wrist in a gesture both intimate and practical.
"Maybe... You should go see what she wants," she said, voice still warm yet carrying a note of gentle insistence.
"It must be urgent if she’s summoning you like this."
He looked at the notification a moment longer, the pointed tips of his ears giving another almost imperceptible twitch as he turned his gaze upon the two women.
"Well, are you coming along with me?"
Luna and Yume shared a single, wordless glance—an exchange of understanding that needed no further explanation.
Yume answered first, her tone calm and decisive even as she remained pressed against his side.
"Nope. Master, we’ll stay behind," she said. "In the meantime, we’ll help you with saving one of the dying worlds."
Luna’s heart-eyes held quiet agreement; she gave a small nod, the long strands of her hair shifting with the motion.
At those words, Akasha’s brow lifted slightly.
He had expected them to join him, even knowing that soon they would be venturing out more on their own.
Still, he hoped to enjoy their company a bit longer before that time came.
Without further words, he nodded once, accepting both their decision and the summons.
HUMMM!!!
A purple-and-white portal blossomed before them, revealing the polished luxury of a VIP auction room beyond.
He then rose, stepping forward to greet the women with light hugs and gentle kisses.
The moment he vanished, Yume’s composure cracked.
A bright, unrestrained laugh rose from her chest as she pushed herself upright, purple-blue hair swinging with the motion.
"She can’t possibly be in danger, right?" she managed between soft bursts of amusement, already calculating the true nature of Amber’s summons with easy certainty.
Luna stood too, linking arms with Yume. Her blended with Yume’s, warm and knowing, eyes glowing with a shared understanding.
"Clearly not," she answered, the playful lilt returning in full. "Amber is obviously trying to break the ice between them."
With a single shared thought, the air around them twisted into a swirling column of pink smoke, lifting both women from the treehouse and carrying them toward whichever of the two dying worlds Luna felt like saving.
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[Dreamy Protection (Divine)]
When Akasha appeared from the portal, he emerged barefoot upon the thick carpet, dressed in his usual baggy black sweatpants and a loose long-sleeved shirt that hung comfortably from his luminous brown frame.
The pointed tips of his ears twitched ever so slightly as the portal closed behind him, and with his innate power engaged....
No one in the room could see him; to everyone else, the space before the portal appeared empty.
He remained motionless for several long moments, the purple infinity symbols in his eyes turning in slow, measured spirals while he scanned every corner with deliberate caution.
His shoulders stayed relaxed yet ready.
"Hmm?"
His gaze swept the vast room —dark drapes, low tables of polished dark wood, the faint scent of expensive incense curling through the air in lazy spirals.
Amber stood directly before him... her voluptuous figure framed by the soft ambient light of the chamber.
The long brown hair fell in smooth waves down her back, catching the glow against the pale smoothness of her skin.
And her brown eyes remained fixed upon the empty air where the portal had been.
A little farther into the room stood the prince she’d been pretending to protect—an aristocratic figure who barely registered in Akasha’s sharp evaluation.
From behind the closed doors of the VIP chamber came the muffled rhythm of the auctioneer’s voice, broken now and then by the crisp tap of a gavel and the low hum of bidders vying for their prize.
Akasha’s expression remained utterly deadpan as he regarded her, the purple infinity mark upon his face catching the chamber’s light without revealing any shift of emotion.
One hand rested loosely at his side; the other hung still, fingers relaxed yet ready.
"I know... she didn’t summon me for some damn auction?" He muttered to himself in exasperation.
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