My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind

On the 55th day of Kivas Chariot's survival in this timeline, Vaingall buzzed with anticipation under the steady hum of its unrelenting destiny.

A crowd had gathered near a plaza, a mix of Claturians with their tall and powerful figure, Karasu's representatives in sleek black cloaks, and envoys from allied factions like the Suiyen Concord, and many other who managed to find permission through their relationship with the Karasu Association.

All eyes were fixed on a towering structure that loomed over Vaingall's fauna-rich expanse, alongside the numerous temples that were the byproduct of the local inhabitants' still ongoing obsession.

Its silhouette stark against the horizon, a monstrous defensive structure forged from Eulanite and the newly dubbed Pangea Essence, a brand new material that was discovered when Fymnhendyr weaved the Grimoire of Chaotic Learning for the first time.

Oizys stood at the forefront, her presence commanding as she stepped onto a raised platform.

Her voice, sharp and confident, cut through the murmurs of the crowd. "Welcome, all, to the unveiling of Vaingall's new shield—or in a way, its valiant weapon that will stood against the test of time and entropy." Her hand gestured to the monstrous structure behind her. "The Renenutet's Judgment."

Kivas, who watched it on the sideline alongside other like Samael, Blanchette, and Fymnhendyr, found herself amused that Oizys was using her original deity's name for this very invention that she brought to this world.

"This is no mere big-ass turret," Oizys continued, as if marketing the entire concept. "It's a Large Variant Eldritch Blaster, hyper-accurate, fueled by a dedicated Dark Matter Reactor designed to power four such marvels across our domain."

The crowd stirred, some craning their necks to spot the other three turrets, their absence puzzling given the structure's sheer visibility.

"Wait, four of these have already been made?" Karen commented, her expression was subtly perplexed and forged in confusion.

"Apparently," Azulus chuckled in fear, as not a single curve of a smile appeared on her deadpan. "To think that they even built such a massive infrastructure in less than what, a week? Let alone four of them…"

"Master, you forgot to focus that they also built a dedicated reactor to fuel its operation," said a Tengu that escorted their Field Archivist.

"Their infrastructure development is quite scary if you think about it," utter the other Tengu beside them.

"Oizys is extremely good at hiding this mega-turret development," Kivas snickered, glancing at Samael. "And you're also one heck of a collaborator."

"Well, she pleaded to me for it," Samael answered with not a single emotion. "I don't like seeing others by my cutiepie doing any kind of pleading to me."

"It must be a very good reason for me to actually plead that excessively to you."

Oizys's grin widened, her eyes glinting with a mix of pride and mischief. "You're wondering where the others are, aren't you? Or perhaps why you only see one when I claim four exist?" She paused, letting the tension build, her hands clasped behind her back. "Allow me to demonstrate the first of Renenutet's Judgment's capabilities."

She turned to a Limbo Tier, one of Samael's elite constructs standing rigidly on the platform.

Oizys gave a sharp nod, and the Limbo Tier saluted.

In three seconds, the Renenutet's Judgment vanished entirely, its massive form—hundreds of meters tall—dissolving into the air as if it had never existed.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, Claturians clapping as if they had witnessed a magic trick, Karasu agents whispering urgently, and envoys from allied factions exchanging wide-eyed glances.

The space where the turret stood was empty, the grass undisturbed.

Oizys raised a hand, silencing the growing clamor. "Follow me to the outskirts of Vaingall's land. The true demonstration awaits."

She stepped off the platform, striding purposefully toward the periphery, her boots sinking slightly into the soft earth.

The crowd followed, a procession of curiosity and unease, their footsteps echoing in the quiet that followed the turret's disappearance.

At the edge of Vaingall's domain, where the mythic grass gave way to barren stone, a massive target dummy stood waiting.

Its form was monstrous, a towering beast resembling a reptilian colossus, 60 meters tall and 30 meters wide, its hide carved from reinforced Eulanite to mimic a real threat.

It loomed 900 meters away, a distant silhouette against the horizon, its jagged spines glinting faintly, allowing it to be seen easily from afar.

Oizys halted, turning to face the crowd, her grin undimmed. "This target represents a threat to Vaingall—a beast of immense scale, designed to test the Renenutet's Judgment's precision. It stands 900 meters out, a distance most weapons would struggle to bridge accurately~

"Watch closely." She raised her hand, signaling to an unseen operator.

Above the crowd, a faint distortion rippled the air, like heat rising from stone.

A hyper-concentrated ball of energy began to form, its core a pulsing violet that seemed to drink in the surrounding light.

The ball grew denser, its edges crackling with arcs of dark matter, the air around it warping as if reality itself recoiled.

For ten seconds, it charged, the crowd holding its breath as the energy coalesced into a singularity of destructive intent.

Then, with a soundless roar, the Renenutet's Judgment unleashed its power.

A dark purple beam lanced from the energy ball, cutting through the air with surgical precision.

It struck the dummy's chest, dead center, and the effect was immediate.

Fiery destruction erupted, a volatile light blooming from the target, so intense it forced many to shield their eyes.

The beam's radiance seemed to erase the dummy's very existence, its form dissolving into a maelstrom of incandescent entropy.

The crowd braced for collateral damage, and at the least expecting a crater to scar Vaingall's outskirts, but when the light faded after ten solid seconds, the beam dissipated as if it had never been.

The dummy was gone—no fragments, no ash, no trace.

Yet, the surrounding land remained pristine, with many of the flora untouched, and the stone unmarred.

Murmurs of confusion and awe swept through the crowd, Claturians exchanging stunned glances, Karasu agents scribbling notes.

Oizys clapped her hands, drawing attention back to her. "The Renenutet's Judgment is no crude weapon. Its power is hyper-focused, designed to target a specific form and nothing else, with no leak.

"It is like turning any comprehensive form into a vessel, and it simply fills that vessel beyond its pressure to the point of breaking!

"Imagine a giant serpent slithering through Vaingall—if this turret strikes its head, the damage and entropy affect only the serpent, sparing the landscape, someone touching its scale, everything else, achieving utter precision as its ultimate strength." She paused, letting the implications sink in, her voice steady but carrying a hint of glee. "But that's not all."

She snapped her fingers, and the Renenutet's Judgment reappeared in its original spot, its Eulanite and Pangea Essence frame shimmering as if it had never left.

A team of Limbo Tiers materialized alongside it, their void-woven forms standing at attention, their presence a silent existence to the turret's crewed operation.

Oizys gestured toward them. "With a trained crew, the Renenutet's Judgment can do more than obliterate a single target. It can select specific parts of a target—say, a limb or core—or limit its destruction to a percentage of the target's mass, provided the target is larger than a typical dwelling. This allows surgical strikes, preserving what we choose while erasing what we don't."

The crowd's murmurs grew louder, a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Oizys raised her hand again, her grin sharpening.

"One final demonstration."

She pointed to the outskirts, where a hundred smaller dummy targets—miniature versions of the reptilian colossus, each about 5 meters tall—had been erected in a sprawling grid by a group of Limbo Tiers while the crowd was distracted.

"These represent a swarm of hostiles, a threat Vaingall might face in numbers. Watch what the Renenutet's Judgment can do."

She signaled again, and the turret powered up once more.

The same violet energy ball formed above, its density growing with a low hum that vibrated through the crowd's bones.

Oizys's voice rose over the sound, clear and commanding. "The Renenutet's Judgment can target multiple hostiles in a single firing session, with precision unmatched by any weapon in Fathomi."

As the energy reached its peak, the turret unleashed its beam—not a single lance this time, but a network of branching, curving streams, each maintaining the form of a cohesive beam yet moving like a homing missile.

The beams split, arced, and struck every dummy simultaneously, a hundred points of violet light erupting across the field.

Each target dissolved instantly, erased with the same fiery entropy as the larger dummy, leaving no trace.

The beams vanished as quickly as they appeared, the air stilling, the land untouched.

Oizys turned to the crowd, her hands on her hips, her grin triumphant. "This is the Renenutet's Judgment—Vaingall's new guardian and its future weapon to cast judgment on infidels upon infidels who dares to invade our peaceful land~!

"Four such turrets stand ready, cloaked and positioned to defend our domain. With a brand new yet-to-be disclosed exotic material Pangea Essence, we've redefined what protection means for any burgeoning civilization that wants to stand! against the test of chaos in this very delirious realm~

"Let any threat come—Nihil, Aequor, or beyond. Vaingall will stand!"