My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 47: Toward A New Bastion

After killing the singular Dream Devourer in the False Reality that she was caught in, Kivas woke up to Samael telling Kivas, or in this case, forced Kivas to sleep again and kill it again in a Nightmare form.

It was much harder than their initial fight where Kivas got the advantage of information and initiative, but Kivas managed to kill the Nightmare form of the Dream Devourer that she defeated, increasing her attributes in the largest quantity per single Nightmare ever slayed.

"Samael, please stop chopping the back of my neck without any moment’s notice from now on."

"I’ll try chopping your neck immediately after I tell you then."

"It’s better if you’re not chopping it at all!"

At the least, Kivas’ stats were quite stacked now, with that singular Dream Devourer Nightmare netting Kivas with +22 STR, +20 IQ, +25 PIE, +45 VIT, +67 SPD, +53 DEX, and +20 LUK.

➤ 『WELL OF THE SOUL』

Name: Kivas Chariot

Race: Fateling

Total Level: 2

➤ 『Attributes』

💪 Strength (STR): 110

🧠 Intelligence Quotient (IQ): 98

🙏 Piety (PIE): 102

🛡️ Vitality (VIT): 330

💨 Speed (SPD): 185

🎯 Dexterity (DEX): 213

🍀 Luck (LUK): 88

➤ 『Vitals』

❤️ Hemo Psyche (HP): 42 / 42

🔮 Mana Psyche (MP): 32 / 32

➤ 『Derived Stats』

🗡️ Attack Power: 110

✨ Magic Power: 98

🔆 Divine Power: 102

🛡️ Defense: 330

🍃 Magic Defense: 102

👁️ Detect: 95

🧩 Disarm Trap: 176

🚧 Evade Trap: 156

🏃 Action Speed: 185

🎯 Accuracy: 176

🌀 Evasion: 156

⛓️ Resistance: 182

➤ 『Classes』

◈ Priest Lv2 Disc0

➤ 『Skills』

◈ Divine Soulmate Imbuer Lv1 – You possess the power to imbue a Genesis Core onto your fated soulmate.

◈ Fate Weaver Lv1 – You possess the power to weave fate.

◈ Soul Entanglement Lv1 – You possess the power to latch your soul.

◈ Detection Pulse of Madness Lv1 – You possess the power to scatter your all-encompassing essence

➤ 『END OF THE WELL』

"So, how much distortion happened when I was asleep?" Kivas asked.

"Around three distortions," Azulus said as she raised three fingers in front of her. "Fathomi seems to be a little excited lately, it is having more distortion consistently than the last few months."

"Fathomi can get excited..."

"It might sound many to both of you, but back in my day," Samael chimed in, eyes sparkling despite her signature deadpan face. "There are times where Fathomi has more than thirty distortions a day."

"You sound like a grandma."

"What do people do back in your day when such things happen?" Azulus asked in curiosity. It was not everyday where one could have a casual conversation with the Endless Dragon of Vaingall.

"Nothing, we let our fate adrift by the wind~"

The Void Hunter Tag glowed with a pale indigo pulse as Kivas held it up. The spiritual display projected outward in a lattice of shifting symbols, outlining the nearest registered guild.

"The Solvish Chapter isn’t even listed anymore," Kivas said, squinting at the shifting glyphs. "Closest one is the Zarangar Chapter... Zarangar Valley..."

Her voice trailed off, and then, dramatically, she threw her hands into the air.

"Oh nooo... NOOOO...!!" Kivas wailed, "Huuukh, I guess I’ll be old and withered by the time I can get my resonance catalyst from the Solvish church. My poor priest class progression is ruined... I’m going to become a battle nun without faith at this rate."

"You need one more class for that, since it is advanced," Samal added.

"Wait, that is a class?"

Azulus said as she had finished tuning her spatial storage to bring all of the Xeno materials with them in their journey, brushing dust off her sleeves. "Relax, messiah. I remember the church in Zarangar Valley offers teleportation services. You should be able to hop back to Solvish Keep once we get there."

Kivas squinted, deflating slightly. "Wait, seriously?"

Azulus nodded. "I went there multiple times. The church there is also more advanced than the one we have in Solvish Keep."

Kivas turned to her. "What else can you tell us about this Zarangar Valley and their Chapter?"

Azulus stretched her arms overhead before replying. "Zarangar Valley is a well-established bastion, two times bigger and tech-savvy than the one you saw in Solvish Keep. It is also known to not relocate often when distortions happen as they are quite the hub for multiple other bastions and several non-human factions out there...

"So this mean that it was Vaingall itself that moved toward the Zarangar Valley, which is a very rare occasion in itself."

Samael raised an eyebrow. "Vaingall is starting to become more unstable as time goes, it seems."

Azulus looked at her. "Yeah. Probably tied to the missing ruler of the region. You know, the Endless Dragon who was supposed to anchor this territory to stability. Guess someone slayed it, or the almighty Voidling is taking a vacation."

Samael stared at her flatly. "You’re very brave when not having a blade pressing your neck."

Azulus offered a lazy shrug, but her forehead was sweating cold rain. "Well, in a way, bravery can also come from stupidity. Maybe I’m just being stupid right now, who knows."

Kivas laughed as she hoisted the Crumbling Judgment onto her back with an improvised strap. "What’s the association behind the Zarangar Chapter?"

Samael tilted her head slightly, also curious.

Azulus answered. "Hephae Association. It is one of the older ones. To put it simply, their association is based around Curio items, material recovery, artifact trade, that sort of thing. Active in partaking in a deal and collaboration with other associations. They’re more laid-back than most."

Kivas perked up. "So, like, less of a murder squad organization, and more of a casual gatherer and work agency?"

"Correct, in a way? They don’t like unnecessary risk, they don’t push deep expeditions unless there’s massive profit."

"So you’re saying," Kivas said, her grin growing, "That this place is the perfect market for a bunch of exotic Xeno materials and rare Curio items from a freshly sealed Xenorealm."

Azulus gave a thumbs-up, her face remaining as flat as ever. "I’m going to strike a deal so good the Hephae rep might cry blood."

"Is that allowed for a Karasu’s Executioner?" Samael asked with a smirk.

"What Karasu Executioner?" Azulus’ feigned ignorance.

Once everything was packed, Samael sealed the crates into her spatial storage—a ripple in reality drawing the gear and loot into hidden folds. Azulus did the same with her share.

Kivas stared at both of them with burning envy. "I want a spatial pocket. It sounds nice. It looks accessible, and very comfy. You know how long it takes to pack things manually? That thing is very, very useful."

Samael didn’t look at her. "Maybe in your next lifetime."

Azulus added while brushing her gloves, "Spatial manipulation like this is tied to our class progressions and skill gained from it. It is also locked behind a very hidden class."

"Awesome. So I’m excluded from greatness."

"Not entirely," Azulus said. "Whatever you did inside the Dream Devourer’s False Reality... I’ve never seen a Fate-related Psyche construct pulse like that. You might not replicate our spatial distortion, but you’re shaping something different. You could develop a unique derivative. Possibly better."

"Better?" Kivas blinked, then smiled wide. "You really think so?"

"If you’re smart enough for it, yes," Samael finished.

Their journey began with broken concrete and melted railings, the decay of ancient civilization overtaken by Fathomi’s slowly reclaiming nature.

And the more they progressed their journey, toward Zarangar Valley, twisted metal covered in fungal moss curved like roots toward the sky, and shattered buildings bent at unnatural angles, reshaped by time and energy.

Voidlings emerged quickly in one of their encounters. Slender, white-bodied figures with glass-like faces and long clawed limbs.

Samael advanced without hesitation. Her cinquedea glowed silver as she shifted through them with smooth, brutal precision. Each strike severed limbs or necks, the blade flashing with spatial imbalance and radiant heat.

Azulus followed behind, not engaging directly but surveying. She fired thin psychic needles from her fingers at weakened foes, downing several before they could react.

It seemed like she was still hiding some skills that Kivas hadn’t seen yet.

Kivas, now fully adorned in her expanded Curio arsenal, moved with uncharacteristic grace. The boost from her Cloak Thread activated as soon as she sensed danger. Strength and speed surged.

She blasted two of these new Voidlings with her shotgun, shifted into the mist using her Driftwool, and reappeared beside another, driving her Coralblade through its chest.

The Soulcall Bell jingled inaudibly. A one-minute warning pulsed through her nerves, and she twisted instinctively. A bolt of cursed energy streaked past her face, barely grazing her mask.

They continued without break, with a couple of fights and discovery in their way.

By mid-journey, they had already found three Curios that they happily disarmed and claimed.

The first contained the Ring of Scarce Gluttony, a ring of reflective obsidian, pulsing with hollow echo. Rare tier and it have the trait of lessening one’s urge to hunger, which was quite useless in a fight.

The second held an Exhaustive Nightmare, a bottled creature—some kind of ancient worm curled in a sealed stasis tube, the label scrawled in a dead language. It was a Noble tier, with nothing to examine other than the fact that it carried an ancient worm foreign to Fathomi

The third was a Futile Stargazer of Hopelessness, a black cube with six rotating faces, each carved with lock-glyphs. Noble tier, it could scream really hard, and that was it in terms of raw utilization.

They moved down a collapsed highway, the canyon below them carved from forgotten disasters and warping laws of terrain.

The sun filtered through fractured skylines, casting golden rays onto distant trees twisted into bone shapes.

"It’s been a while since we found any natural Curio in the ground of Fathomi," Azulus uttered as she was gazing at the strange face-riddled cube. "High tiered too."

"Surely, this is not a sign that we will encounter something dangerous and troublesome~" Kivas hummed.

Then they saw them.

Figures ahead, nearly a dozen. Clad in gothic armor tinted with shadowed iron. Helmets shaped like elongated priest masks, faceless and solemn. Each held a different kind of weapon—cross-shaped blades, polearms with cathedral motifs, censer-maces leaking smoke that hissed through the air, and even firearms.

They stood silent across the road.

Kivas stepped back slightly. "Well, I guess I jinxed it."

Samael stayed silent. Her gaze narrowed. Azulus adjusted her grip on the sheath of her katana, brow faintly furrowed for the first time.

Their detection range and stealth capabilities were the same as Kivas’ group, and both of them were within each other’s detection hotspot.

One of the armored figures stepped forward. The soundless motion sent ripples through the spiritual air.