The Omnipotent System

Jack\'s brow furrowed. He didn\'t understand Adams\' reasoning. Why take them? Why any of this? The thought gnawed at him, but he shrugged it off. Orders were orders.

The second girl, eyes wide with horror, gazed at the burning heavens below. Her voice cracked as she yelled, her fists clenched at her sides, her entire body trembling. "Why did you destroy the heavens? This is home to so many people... my home!" Her voice was a mix of anger and desperation, each word strained as though she could barely keep herself from breaking down.

The first girl, who had been watching everything in silence, glanced at her. Her expression was calm, almost resigned, but her eyes flickered with an underlying frustration. "You\'re wasting your breath. He doesn\'t know," she said flatly. "He\'s just taking orders. And he didn\'t ask why."

Jack sighed at her words, the sound heavy with weariness. He looked over the burning landscape again, but there was no hint of guilt or second thoughts on his face. Just boredom. His broad shoulders relaxed, his posture slouched, as if the destruction he\'d caused was no more significant than swatting away an insect.

The second girl\'s face twisted in disbelief. "What?" she gasped, her chest heaving with outrage. "That\'s insane! Why would someone want to destroy the heavens? And what kind of power do they think they have to do that?" Her voice rose, defiant. "My master won\'t just stand by and let this happen.

I\'m sure she\'s already facing whoever sent him." She huffed and sat down on the cloud, her arms crossed over her chest, her back stiff with indignation.

The first girl raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the other\'s boldness. Her sharp eyes flickered with curiosity as she looked the second girl up and down, sizing her up. "Who are you?" she asked. "And who\'s your master?" Her tone wasn\'t hostile, but there was an edge to it, a clear challenge.

The second girl, who was clearly confident in her master\'s strength, glanced at her, her expression shifting from anger to pride. There was a certain gleam in her eyes, as if she believed her master was the answer to all this chaos. "My name is Lara," she declared, standing tall even as she sat, her chin lifted with pride.

"I am a proud student of the Overlord of Sight and Prophecy." She smiled, her eyes gleaming as she struck a confident pose, as if her mere association with her master was enough to prove her worth.

The first girl nodded thoughtfully, her gaze lingering on Lara for a moment before shifting to Jack, who was still watching them with an expression of complete disinterest. His arms were crossed over his chest, his face unreadable, but the boredom in his eyes was unmistakable. He didn\'t seem to care about their conversation, nor about the destruction he had wrought.

To him, it was just another task, another order fulfilled. But the first girl knew better. She had seen Jack in action—seen him destroy everything in his path with ruthless efficiency, all without breaking a sweat.

Jack was a monster now, in her eyes. A force of nature, unfeeling and unstoppable. He had effortlessly defeated everyone who dared to face him, each one falling before him like dominoes as he tore through the heavens with nothing more than a clone. The power he wielded was terrifying, so overwhelming that even the elders in her clan would think twice before crossing him.

And yet, here was Lara, talking about her master with such confidence, as though they stood a chance. The first girl\'s lips twitched into a wry smile. She couldn\'t help but wonder who this Overlord of Sight and Prophecy was, to inspire such faith. Who could possibly stand against the one who sent Jack? The Overlords, perhaps, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Lara\'s proud smile didn\'t waver. She straightened her back, lifting her chin higher. "My master will face whoever sent you," she said with unwavering belief, her eyes flashing with determination.

The first girl exchanged a glance with Jack, her expression one of mild amusement as she observed Lara\'s confidence. Jack, however, didn\'t react. He simply stared at them both, his face set in a bored mask. To him, their words were nothing more than background noise. The weight of their hopes and fears couldn\'t touch him; he was just following orders.

Lara, oblivious to Jack\'s indifference, kept her proud posture, her hands resting confidently on her knees as she looked between the two of them. Her faith in her master was absolute.

Jack\'s eyes finally shifted, locking onto Lara\'s for a brief moment before looking away again, dismissing her without a word. His thoughts were elsewhere—far from the heavens he\'d just destroyed and the questions swirling around him. Whatever Adams had planned, Jack knew it would unfold regardless of these small distractions.

The first girl, still intrigued by Lara\'s unshakable faith, leaned back on the cloud, folding her arms across her chest. "Overlord of Sight and Prophecy, huh?" she mused aloud, her voice laced with a hint of skepticism. "I guess we\'ll see how far that gets you."

But Lara only smiled, undeterred. "We\'ll see," she said, her voice full of certainty.

"Don\'t get your hopes too high," Jack\'s voice cut through the air like a blade, his tone cold and unrelenting. He glanced at Lara with a dark intensity, his eyes narrowing as he spoke. "Knowing the boss, your master is either dead—which I doubt, because he sent you here to me—or already working for him. That\'s why you\'re still breathing.

So shut up, unless you want your master to grieve over your corpse."

His words hung in the air like a death sentence. The weight of them crushed the defiance in Lara\'s chest. She flinched, her body stiffening as fear washed over her. Her once-confident posture crumbled as she lowered her gaze to the cloud beneath her feet, unable to meet Jack\'s eyes. Her hands trembled slightly, balled into fists on her lap.

She wanted to argue, to fight back, but the words died in her throat. The fear of Jack—of whatever power he served—was too overwhelming.

The first girl, standing beside her, felt the same. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she too looked down, avoiding Jack\'s piercing gaze. The tension in the air was suffocating, as if they were standing on the edge of a precipice, and one wrong word could send them both plummeting.

But then, a voice, smooth and calm, cut through the silence. "That\'s not how you talk to a lady, Jack."

Everyone turned, their eyes drawn to the figure floating effortlessly beside them. Lokk hovered in the air, arms crossed, a playful smirk on his lips. His entrance was so casual, yet so perfectly timed, it felt like a performance. The soft glow surrounding him made his already striking features stand out even more—sharp jawline, piercing eyes, and a confident air that radiated without effort.

The girls\' eyes widened in awe. Lara, still shaken by Jack\'s words, couldn\'t help but stare at Lokk, her fear momentarily replaced by astonishment. His appearance was like something out of a story, and the way he carried himself was effortlessly captivating. The first girl, too, was momentarily lost in the sight of him, her fear dissolving as a faint blush crept up her cheeks.

Jack, on the other hand, sighed in frustration, running a hand through his hair as he turned to face Lokk. "I was just telling them the truth," he muttered, the irritation clear in his voice. His posture was more relaxed now, but there was a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. He wasn\'t in the mood for Lokk\'s games.

Lokk shrugged, his smile widening as he floated closer. "Truth or not, you\'re a brute about it." His tone was light, teasing, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he playfully chided Jack.

Jack rolled his eyes, his expression softening just a bit. "Yeah, yeah. You\'re not the one who has to deal with them."

Before the banter could continue, the atmosphere around them shifted. Powerful auras began to ripple through the air, like distant thunder growing louder. The girls stiffened, their eyes darting around as the pressure grew more intense. Moments later, four figures appeared in flashes of light.

Lovigary, Laden, Aria, delicate and graceful, moved with a quiet elegance, her eyes soft but filled with untold power. And then, there was Adams, his very presence sending shivers down their spines.

The girls\' breath caught in their throats. They had never seen anything like this, not even in the heavens. These beings, standing before them, radiated an ethereal beauty and power that made them feel insignificant. Lara\'s mouth went dry as her eyes darted between them, her mind racing to comprehend what she was witnessing.

Even the first girl, who had thought she\'d seen everything, felt her heart skip a beat in awe. The glow around these newcomers was unlike anything they had ever seen, brighter and more dazzling than any angelic being in the heavens.

Jack crossed his arms, glancing over at Lokk before turning his attention to Adams. "So, what\'s the plan now?" he asked, his tone nonchalant but his eyes sharp, as if he was ready for whatever came next.

Adams, his expression unreadable, simply smiled. "You will have to take them back to the Sect, I will handle things from here on our."

The girls, still stunned by the sheer presence of these figures, could only watch in silence, unsure of what the future held—only knowing that whatever was to come, they were now caught in the middle of something far bigger than they could have ever imagined.