The bed the Fuzzy Orb swallowed—was it swept off history’s slate, erased like chalk dust in wind?

We’d guessed it tied to Exemption—Exempting existence, or something. How does that thread knot with this now?

How did the Fuzzy Orb do it? It opened its mouth like a black hole and gulped the bed whole.

Right, it swallowed Lucimia’s spell too, earlier, like a tide pulling arrows into the deep.

A chill pricked. Swallowing? Devouring? Could my Authority Power be tied to Devouring?

Can Devouring cause this—wipe things from being, like ink washed from silk?

If it’s Authority Power, it could. An Authority with the concept of Devouring could achieve “devour its existence.”

But the Fuzzy Orb is an Evil Entity; it should only grant a Blessing. Why does it do this? Unless its Blessing truly is “devour its existence.”

If so, gears click in my head like bone wheels; it explains things.

Why didn’t Lucimia suffer the Blue Ringed Octopus’s toxin? Say the toxin was devoured—only the venom released then, snuffed like smoke, not its innate ability, not anyone’s memory.

“Devouring” can devour existence, or choose not to touch it, a blade that can cut or rest.

Why didn’t Elyssus’s allure sway Lucimia? That charm could’ve been devoured, like a song muffled by snow.

Why did Yuna’s Reversion reset memories, yet leave Lucimia untouched? That ripple could’ve been devoured, stilled by a dropped stone.

Her magic might carry Devouring too; that’s why a hit kills at once—like a lantern snuffed, the target swallowed whole.

Other oddities fall into place like glazed tiles; the same reasoning fits.

It feels painfully tidy, like tangled knots combed straight.

The more Lucimia thought, the more it aligned. Exemption and Devouring feel like twin shadows; no wonder she mistook her Authority Power for Exemption.

The God of Exemption is called Ruigana. She’d wondered if the name was wrong in records, like ink smeared by rain.

Now it looks like her Authority Power isn’t Exemption at all. It’s very likely “Devouring,” or something close enough to cast the same shape.

But one thorn remains: Lucimia still lacks the concept of her Authority Power, like a key missing from the ring.

Meaning, her mind’s cupboard holds no such knowledge; she still can’t wield her Authority Power on purpose.

It only triggers passively, like rain tapping an unseen switch.

The Fuzzy Orb can act on will, yet Lucimia can’t? No way. That says she hasn’t fully awakened, a bud not yet in bloom.

“What’s the key… where’s the pivot?” Lucimia brooded, clouds gathering behind her eyes.

Suddenly a spark flickered. Yuna knows her Authority Power, right? She’d asked before; Yuna said she couldn’t say.

Lucimia sifted memory like sand through fingers. Yuna had used Reversion when Lucimia couldn’t devour memories. If she hadn’t awakened, how did Yuna know her Authority?

And Elyssus—if Yuna had reverted earlier, why did Elyssus lack memory too? The timeline frayed like torn silk.

There’s a bug here!

Did Yuna lie?

Not necessarily.

When Yuna learned Lucimia kept memories, she didn’t flinch; she looked like she’d expected that tide to rise.

Besides, when Lucimia wondered why she remembered, Yuna said it was her Authority Power.

That explanation stands; it really is Authority.

So if Lucimia’s Authority surfaced before the Reversion, why did it vanish later? Why did her fire gutter, then rekindle to awaken again?

From Yuna’s manner, she knows what this Authority is. She knows the concept, like a folded map in her sleeve.

Right—when Lucimia spoke about the Fuzzy Orb, Yuna drifted, eyes like birds flying elsewhere. What was she thinking?

She didn’t look pleased, a shadow crossing quiet water.

Yuna… is she holding something back? In the Reversion before Lucimia had memory, what in that sealed chest happened?

To pry at the mystery, Lucimia stepped to Yuna, tapped the lacquered box of logic, and asked what had happened before.

Sadly, the rules caged Yuna’s tongue; she couldn’t answer, words fogged like mist.

Still, Yuna struck one bell note: “In short… better not to run.”

Lucimia went quiet. After a beat, she tiptoed past the tripwires and asked, “Did I run before?”

Yuna said nothing and nodded, like a reed bending in wind.

“And after running, did something worse happen?” Lucimia pressed, voice like a blade on silk.

“…Don’t… know.” Yuna shook her head. “I don’t know… how to say… whether it’s good or bad,” her words thin as mist.

“Sigh.” Helpless, Lucimia let out a breath, steam fading into cool air.

There’s no helping it. Yuna’s ability has rules; she can’t speak past Reversion’s veil, so she stays a riddle-sayer behind gauze.

Fine. That box can open later. Right now, the urgent knots are the Fuzzy Orb at her side and Elyssus’s coil in the dark.

This Fuzzy Orb is clearly her Evil Entity. Could she use it, turn this moon-white beast to her own ends?

Not just defense, not just wrecking Elyssus’s plans—what if she took the spear and struck first?

In the last loop, she hit early at the Blue Ringed Octopus and failed. Why did that wave break on stone?

It suggests Lucimia was affected by Deceit, a fog laid over her sight.

But it wasn’t a Blessing; it was Authority Power, a higher thread tugging fate.

Only Authority Power can touch Lucimia like that. So the one weaving Deceit… was it Elyssus?

Could Bazeroth trigger the Magic Array that fast? Is the pivot still Bazeroth, the lever on the board?

Lucimia had judged Bazeroth lacks teleportation and Instant Movement. He couldn’t reach a backup site quickly, so he likely butchered the church team and used their souls to light the rite.

She still wasn’t sure, the compass needle jittering under a trembling hand.

Seven minutes.

Bazeroth killing everyone in seven minutes, then starting the Magic Array? His magic isn’t miraculous like Lucimia’s; it might not one-shot Holy Knights behind steel-bound will.

Holy Knights fight Evil Entities for a living; they’ve got resistance. Falling in seven minutes feels off, though not impossible in a storm.

Alright. Given that, head to Val Town first, like an arrow loosed from a taut bow.

She can use the Flight Spell plus Instant Movement to reach Val Town fast, wind stitched to lightning.

And once she’s there, what’s the play on the board?

Lucimia plans to leverage the Fuzzy Orb, a round blade hidden in gentle fur.

The Fuzzy Orb can devour. Can it swallow the Magic Array? If its Blessing is “devour its existence,” it can erase the array like chalk wiped clean. Then Yuna uses Reversion. Bazeroth can’t start it quickly and must run to a backup site.

In that window, Lucimia can return, devour the Blue Ringed Octopus, then perform a second Reversion, pages flipping under quick fingers.

On the second Reversion, she can tail Bazeroth, find the backup site, have the Fuzzy Orb devour it, then revert again, again, again—beads slid along a string.

If Bazeroth has more backup arrays, she repeats the action until every Magic Array is broken, lamps snuffed one by one along the road.

She might even ambush Bazeroth mid-journey and have him swallowed, a wolf dragged under the black water.

With Bazeroth dead, Elyssus can only rage, claws on glass, and the energy he fed it could well disperse like smoke.

Lucimia figures Elyssus has more than these few Deceivers. In other towns, it’s planted more, feeding it energy like wells linked in a chain.

But that won’t be her problem. Resolve this crisis, let Elyssus’s energy ebb. To rebuild might take decades, even a century. Plenty of time for Lucimia to live like a salted fish basking in sun.