"Of course i can try, Rissa. But regarding the results, i cannot ensure it's effectiveness. I don't know how Brenna will react to it".

Bayron rises his hand. "Lieutenant. From what i understood. The Physical Enhancer is not beneficial for me, and your Lube might counter the effects. If is acceptable. I can serve as a test subject".

"It may be a solution…". Agrees Crussdia. "A temporary remedy. Or a treatment required permanently. Since the Soldier of Corttia is willing. And if there is no objection. You are irrelevant in this matter, Carmassia. So stay silent. The question is for the Berezovsky Clan.

Breyda touches Brenna's shoulder. "It's up to you, My Son. Regardless of your decision, you have my full and unconditional support".

"I want to try".

{How should i deliver the Lube to maximize it's effectiveness?. I could pour some in a glass for them to drink it}.

"Cherished Nephew Vruck. What are your Subclasses?".

"Dispenser and Piercer".

"Follow them to amplify the results".

"Sure… , But, if i inject the Lube with a scale, i'm sure i'll kill them both by accident".

"Oral administration is fine". Says Brenna, aware of how devastating are my punches, as she witness my fight against the Carrion Owl Gunners.

"My skin is thick, Lieutenant, and intramuscular injections have faster notoriety".

"True. Soldier, disable your Bodsh, and don't use Stats for absolutely anything".

"Understood, Lieutenant".

Bayron changes the design of his bullet proof jacket made of chainmail-reinforced fabric, losing the sleeves, showing he can control his attire, like Anahí did in the Relativistic Portal.

I extend a scale of the Adarga on the middle knuckle of my right hand, stabbing Bayron's bicep, injecting my Lube.

Likewise, i go towards Brenna, offering the elongated scale in my left hand, his plump red lips sucking the lube. "Wow, it's sweet".

Curious about the comment, Bayron runs his finger over the small wound i cause on his arm, testing a drop of my Lube. "It doesn't has flavor".

"That is what i always say. In any case, we can only wait for results. Should we eat in the meantime?".

"Of course. Let's enjoy dinner". Verulkya accepts, ending the discussion regarding the Berezovsky Clan with the Cresset House.

"Cherished Nephew Vruck. Why are you so invested with this tendency of Unity, and Respect, engrained in your actions?".

"It's how Azthea survived the onslaught of debris from the shattered Moon. With global collaboration, we reduce crime and hostility between nations to hunt down and eliminate the Terrorists. Life got better even with the ever present risk of colliding fragments. In the end, Solidarity won, not our Hatred. I simply took too long to understand it".

We enjoy dinner, until a change in Bayron becomes obvious. He is eating a lot more than usual, and fast. Which increases his height, and entire musculature.

{Holy shit!. He is taller than Farllette!}.

Yarunna issues an order. "Bring more food for the Soldier of Corttia". And the three Butler Maidens are quick to obey.

Crussdia's eyes sparkle. "How interesting, Vurckair. Your Lube is able to remove the unnecessary elements of the Serum, without hindering it's properties…".

Brenna moans, and stands up from his seat, lifting the skirt of his black dress, moving his panties to the side, the little pussy in his groin reshaping into a tiny pair of testicles with a small dick.

"Vurckair, Spine of the Vecturion House, may i stay in this Tower?". Asks Crussdia with genuine interest. "I want to monitor the progress, or regressions suffered from both, depending on their exposition to your Lube".

"Only if you are not intrusive, and they allow it".

Dinner ends, and i go straight to bed, with Verulkya hugging me very affectionately as i fall asleep.

•

A flash on the moon shines with blinding brilliance, when the glow dissipates, reveals a great crack in the celestial body.

All channels on the Smart-TV show the same image, transmitting to everyone in Azthea the dire disaster, along a sentence in large red letters. A warning, trying to alert us from the imminent danger.

"Stay away from the windows!". My mother screams panicked. The fear on her face is incomparable. I had never seen her so scared. But in an instant, the glass shatters, and the powerful shockwave sends us away, crashing on the wall.

But this is barely the beginning, another impact shakes the ground, making the entire building to tremble, the furniture is slammed violently, turning into pieces.

Everything in my body hurts, my skin segregating viscous sweat diminishing my agony. I try to stand up, but my legs doesn't respond.

I turn to observe my mother, she is covered in fragments of glass, bleeding. The pain must be inconceivable, and yet, my mother gets near me, ignoring her twisted ankle and broken arm, the bone visible and covered in blood. Which should have, but didn't stop her from carefully taking me in her other arm.

The warning on the Smart-TV come late, like my mother's words. Her voice barely a buzz mixed with a pitched, sordid screech.

The deafening rumble reverberates in the structure of the building, vibrating with tremendous force, the walls cracking, and the floor literally splits apart, separating me from my mother. "Hold on tight to the door frame". She says, straining herself to push me back to the safety of the threshold, as she falls several stories below, followed by the floor that once belonged to our home.

{It hurts to remember her. Not due to i can barely make out her figure and face, and not because i can't remember her name. I don't want to know it. For me, she is my mother, she always will be. Unique, incomparable, beyond compare. Name or Surname is irrelevant, it would be a stain on the impressive woman she was}.

"Now i understand why you hate those Terrorists so much. Cherished Nephew Vruck. They not only took her life, they erased the places of most of your memories you share with her. But let me tell you something. She is alive. Your mother arrived in Azthea via an Exodus"…

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