Kor’Thank: Chapter 69

Peter cut through Dissona with his True-forged sword, lighting the Bay Area skies with mile-wide stretches of shimmering fractals.  At the same time, Eun saw the fabric of reality splitting open; it took form as a great wash of light that swept away Dissona in waves and swells, simultaneously filling Eun with rhapsodic song.

Kora experienced it as well; she became ensconced in fire, the equivalent of a human meteor, and charged through the last fifty demon-spawn.  In the midst of her euphoric blitz, her awareness jetted out from her body, linking with Peter and Eun on an ancient plane that was novel and timeless, familiar to all.

It was ironically, however, forgotten with sure-fire consistency.

 

 

[Guys.]  Peter opened his eyes, meeting Kora and Eun’s.  [We did it!  We fucking did it!]

The three teen-heroes were arranged in a circle.  The world around them was spinning and whirling, filled with a delirious collage of their most treasured moments and beatific aspirations.

[That we did.]  Kora’s smiling face was lit by the phantom moments of joy and triumph that were playing out around them.

[You rose to the occasion, Peter.]  Eun’s grin mirrored her friends’.  She held her hands out.  Peter and Kora reached out and took them.  [We’re almost done.]

[Almost?]  Peter raised an eyebrow.

[Holly.] Eun reminded him.  [You still have to save her.  She’s returning to Earth any second now, I can feel it.]

They all could.  Here, in the heart of existence, they could feel probability dance and shift, and instantly perceive the strongest possible outcomes.

Kora looked at Peter.  [I’m still Earth-side; I can intercept her if you want.]

[No.]  Peter shook his head.  Heartwarming images of the three teens—laughing uproariously, eating pizza, mock-fighting, and a host of other peaceful, sincere moments—whirled ’round and ’round.  In every single one of them, Peter looked boyish and handsome and utterly free.

[I’ll do it.  I owe it to her.]

He didn’t say it, but he could finally admit it to himself:  he was head over heels for Holly Dent.

He always had been.

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