My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind

Kivas stood atop a wide watchtower, its obsidian spire cloaked in a stealth spell formation so potent that even the sharp-eyed Karasu Association would struggle to pierce its illusion without being invited.

Her halo glowed softly, casting golden hues across the gathered crowd below—envoys from the Suiyen Concord, Claturians and their innocent curiosities, and Karasu agents in sleek black cloaks, their crow masks glinting in the dim light.

The tower's platform was crowded with representatives, their murmurs a mix of excitement and unease as they awaited for what's to come.

Kivas turned to Samael, her silver-yellow hair catching the breeze, her white dress rippling slightly. "There's no better timing for my timeline's run to face its endgame," she said, her voice steady but laced with resolve. "Oizys's Renenutet's Judgment is complete, and now this threat comes knocking. It's like fate's daring us to be reminded that there is no such thing as utter serenity in this world."

"Well, isn't that the same with every world we know of?" Oizys chuckled.

Samael's eyes narrowed, but below it was a rare expression of genuine smile. "This world only acknowledges the strong from the destruction in their wake." Her wings twitched. "In a way, it is only natural that the more we stand out amongst the mountains, the more danger will befall us.

"At the same time, we developed our strength faster than the dangers that walked toward us after sighting your beautiful halo's glow from the horizon."

"Yeah, if not for the spell formation of this place, your halo is enough to to trick the plants around that morning," Oizys said. "Should have dyed your halo like I did."

"I don't even know if that is possible."

"Shouldn't it be a good thing that her halo stays as bright as it can possibly get?" Fymnhendyr commented. "If it keeps the darkness away, it might also ward the danger away."

"Aww, what a sweetie you are," Oizys teased. "For a former entity of a higher existential realm, you sure think quite positively than most of us lower beings roaming around as mortals."

"It is only plausible because it is Kivas' light," Fymnhendyr smiled toward Kivas. "The sun that will illuminate the sky and beyond with her beautiful existence."

For the past few days, Samael and Oizys had become rather acquainted with Fymnhendyr because of what she could bring to the table.

Not to mention, for an actual higher entity to be this friendly and capable of reasons, the potential of knowledge and understanding beyond this realm could be acquired freely by just asking her directly.

Then again, their friendliness was also attributed to Fymnhendry's cooperativeness, since she appeared to be fitting in quite nicely, always know her limit, while also not acting pretentious.

"Blanchette, can you move away from that angle?" Fymnhendyr said with the same kind smile. "The shadow you cast tainted the view from below where the incoming raiders will gaze toward."

Also, because for some reason, Fymnhendyr hated and treated Blanchette quite harshly, which signed the deal greatly for both Samael and Oizys.

Especially Oizys.

The watchtower's stealth wards shimmered faintly, their runes woven into the air itself, rendering the structure invisible to outsiders.

Within its protective veil, the gathered factions mingled, their conversations a tapestry of curiosity and political tug of war that had been actively recorded by Samael herself.

At the tower's base, a Karasu agent in a black cloak and crow mask approached a Tengu under Azulus's command, its void-like mask pulsing with faint shadows that obscured its wearer's identity.

The Tengu's metallic wing shifted slightly, its hands adjusting a satchel of scrolls as it noticed the agent. "Well, look who's back," the Tengu said, its voice warm despite the eerie mask. "How's my favorite crybaby holding up after that long expedition?"

The Karasu agent tilted her head, the crow mask's beak glinting as she chuckled. "Better now that I'm seeing a friend, though that void mask of yours makes it damn hard to tell which Tengu you are. What's the point of hiding your face so well I can't even spot my old partner-in-crime?"

Even with the mask, her body language was enough to tell that the Tengu's seemed to gleam with amusement. "That's the point! These masks are forged to shroud our existence—makes it harder for anyone to crack our identities. Keeps us safe, especially since we are often assigned under someone vital to the association." She leaned closer, lowering she voice. "So, what's got you curious probing around? You look like you're itching for answers."

The agent's mask tilted upward, as if scanning the bustling crowd. "I heard the exhibition for the New Vaingall Consortium's latest tech—Renenutet's Judgment, right?—wrapped up two hours ago. Why's everyone still gathered here, acting like something bigger's about to happen?"

The Tengu's hair rustled, her tone growing serious. "You've just arrived, haven't you?"

"Sorta."

"Vaingall's intel caught wind of a threat—the Parade of Madness. They're eyeing this bastion for their next raid. That's why the tower's packed."

The agent's posture stiffened, her cloak shifting slightly. "Parade of Madness? New case or old? I've been out in a Xenorealm for months, barely caught up on reports. So, what do we know about this group?"

The Tengu nodded, her void mask absorbing the light as it spoke. "New, about a month old." She gestured a finger. "Not to mention, it's not just a group—it's a phenomenon. Thousands of identical rabbit-like humanoids, all insane, raiding bastions, merchant caravans, even Landships.

"They move fast, mask their tracks, and leave nothing but carnage. Most of the time, you only know of their existence when you've been hit by the aftermath."

The agent's masked face tilted, her voice tinged with unease. "Sounds like a fitting name, then. What kind of aftermath are we talking about?"

The Tengu's tone darkened, her claws tightening on its satchel. "Gore-fest. They don't just kill—they play with their victims. String up bodies, carve them up, eat them while they're still breathing. It's like they're performing for their own sick amusement.

"Bastions they hit look like slaughterhouses, bones turned into instruments, organs into decorations. You know, all of those barbaric deals."

The agent recoiled, her crow mask tilting back. "That's vile. How are lunatics like that still running free in Fathomi? That kind of madness should've died out centuries ago."

The Tengu chuckled, a dry, humorless sound. "Same reaction I had when my boss briefed me. But they're real, and they're coming. That's why everyone's here, waiting to see how Vaingall handles it."

The agent glanced around, her mask scanning the crowd—envoys chatting, Claturians adjusting where they should stand, and Karasu agents whispering among themselves. "They don't look worried. Everyone's too… relaxed for a nightmare like that heading our way."

The Tengu's feathers bristled slightly. "Three reasons for that. First, the Consortium just unveiled Renenutet's Judgment—hyper-accurate turrets that can erase threats without touching the land. Sounds amazing, right? It also looks amazing. I'm there when the exhibition happened, and I already wanted to have that technology placed atop of our Feather Library like some sort of a prize to showcase around.

"Second, Vaingall's layered with hidden defenses, like the S.A.D.—Smart Assimilation Defenses. And the inhabitants? They're no pushovers, every Claturian here could hold their own in a fight, and I haven't mentioned the so-called Endless Shadows."

"And the third?" the agent prompted, her voice curious.

The Tengu leaned closer, its voice dropping to a whisper. "The big players, duh. The Sovereign and Living Deity of Vaingall is there watching over everything. The Endless One—confirmed to be the Endless Dragon herself. The Fallen Angel, a new power who might rival the Endless One, is also here.

"With them here, the Parade doesn't stand a chance, hahaha."

The agent choked, her mask snapping toward Samael, who stood near Kivas, her wings half-unfurled. "Wait, that woman with the horns and black dress is the Endless Dragon? The terror of legends? Huh, she's… surprisingly gorgeous now."

The Tengu's mask seemed to smirk. "How long was that Xenorealm expedition? You're stationed in Vaingall now and didn't know? Where've you been, ignoring every report?"

The agent's cloak shifted awkwardly, her voice sheepish. "It's been a while since I cracked open a document. Xenorealm's kept me busy." Her gaze wandered, landing on a slim figure in a revealing black outfit, her burnt sienna skin catching the light. "Who's that?"

The Tengu followed her gaze to Fymnhendyr, who stood near Kivas, her antler-like horns glinting.

"That's Fymnhendyr, a new figure hanging with the Consortium's elite. The Karasu Association's been digging into her, but she's a blank slate so far as in, we can't really find anything about her past and strength, let alone weakness.

"The Feather Library I worked in only has her name and that she's enigmatic—downright menacing to talk to. Also, my boss told us to tread carefully around her."

As if summoned, Fymnhendyr turned, her prismatic gold eyes locking onto the Tengu and agent.

With a fluid stride, she approached, her smile warm yet unsettling. "You two should be more discreet," she said, her voice melodic but edged with playfulness. "There might not be a second time."

The agent's mask tilted toward the Tengu, her voice low. "Did she hear us? We were using telepathy."

The Tengu froze, her metallic wings stiffening, then bowed slightly. "Apologies, Lady Fymnhendyr. We meant no offense."

Fymnhendyr's smile widened, her horns catching the light. "Oh, relax. I'm just teasing. I can't hear your thoughts. I just saw you staring and figured I was the topic." She winked, her burnt sienna skin shimmering under the Sovereign's Halo, as if she was blessed here. "No harm done. Carry on." She waved airily, turning back toward Kivas and the others.

The agent exhaled, her mask tilting downward. "Well, she definitely got a menacing aura behind that playfulness. Like she could unravel you with a glance."

The Tengu nodded, her voice low. "Yeah, I almost pissed myself."

"Come on, she is not that scary."

"Better be safe than sorry, especially considering how the inhabitants of Vaingall are…"

Meanwhile, Fymnhendyr rejoined Kivas and Samael, her smile softening into genuine curiosity.

Once, she could read emotions, sense the currents of thought in a room. Now, stripped of her cosmic powers by the Genesis Core, she relied on instinct, drawn to the reactions of those around her.

She glanced back at the Tengu and agent, their wary postures sparking a flicker of amusement.

"People are so jumpy," she murmured to herself, her gold eyes glinting. "I just want to see what they think of me."

She was just innocently curious with no ill intention behind her eyes.

Regardless, Fymnhander had been quite the celebrity as of late thanks to her randomness. It was to the point that a fan club was formed with herself knowing its existence.