As Saint Imu examine photos of Cleo and her “The
Author:Cameron Paton Time:2024/11/28 Read: 6624As Saint Imu examine photos of Cleo and her “The Unstoppable Exodia Incarnate” form in their flower garden, they noted the theme of the humanoid monster and wonder if she is connected to the Arabasta Kingdom and Lilly Nefetari.
The sun, a molten orb sinking behind the alabaster walls of Mary Geoise, cast long shadows across Saint Imu’s weathered hands. They held a series of photographs, glossy prints depicting a young woman – Cleo – in a breathtaking array of poses. In some, she was strikingly ordinary, a simple beauty with kind eyes and a gentle smile, tending her flower garden. In others… in others, she was a terrifying spectacle.
The “Unstoppable Exodia Incarnate,” the notes scrawled on the back of the images proclaimed. A towering humanoid monster, its form a chaotic tapestry of vibrant colours and impossible angles, its eyes burning with a cosmic fire. The photographs captured only a fraction of its immense power, a power that resonated even through the lifeless paper.
Imu traced the lines of Cleo’s face in one of the gentler images. A familiar elegance, a subtle nobility, hinted at something more. The resemblance wasn’t blatant, not a mirror image, but something deeper, a resonance in the bone structure, the curve of the jawline. A subtle echo of another face, a face etched in Imu’s memory, the face of a queen. Lilly Nefetari.
“Interesting,” Imu murmured, their voice a low rasp, barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind in the unseen garden outside their chamber. “The theme… it’s strikingly reminiscent of ancient Arabasta iconography.”
The Exodia form, in its monstrous grandeur, echoed the ancient depictions of sun gods and protective deities found in the forgotten corners of Alabasta’s history. The swirling patterns, the exaggerated limbs, the sheer, overwhelming aura of power – all of it pointed towards a mythical, almost religious significance. The humanoid form itself was crucial; it wasn’t a mindless beast, but a being of immense, conscious power.
Imu turned over another photograph, this one focusing on a detail – a small, almost imperceptible scar hidden beneath Cleo’s earring in her human form. It was a scar shaped like a crescent moon, strikingly similar to a birthmark described in an ancient Alabastan chronicle. A birthmark said to be a sign of royal lineage, a lineage directly tied to Lilly Nefetari’s own family, a lineage that had supposedly vanished centuries ago.
A chilling thought pierced the stillness of the chamber. Could Cleo be a descendant? A long-lost heir, carrying within her the dormant power of an ancient dynasty? A power awakened, perhaps, by some unknown catalyst?
The “Unstoppable Exodia Incarnate” wasn’t merely a physical transformation; it was a manifestation of that power, a terrifying, awe-inspiring embodiment of a legacy buried under layers of time and forgotten myth.
Imu placed the photographs down, their gaze drifting towards the window, towards the setting sun casting its final, fiery embrace upon the world. The implications were staggering. If Cleo were indeed connected to Lilly Nefetari, and if the power she wielded was truly what it seemed to be, then the balance of the world was teetering precariously on the edge of a knife. And Imu, the silent guardian of the world’s secrets, held the key. The question was, what would they do with it? The game, it seemed, was far from over.
