Novel & Cerita Menma Next Generations

Was Clara of the old generation then? “Yes Child. This generation of Beastmen - those who survived after the last Great War - is referred to as the new generation. The old generation folks died long ago.” Clara answered succinctly. “I see,” Kylie nodded her head with a bit of surprise on her face. That meant even Sir Kaizo was part of the new generation. “Why don’t we believe in the legend then?” Kylie asked, her words revealing that she had accepted her identity as a Beastman. Clara smiled at her subconscious action. With a small shake of her head she sighed and said,

"If he's gone? It’s scary." Neoma looked out at the city. At the lights flickering on in the towers. At the green growing in the desert. She remembered the fear. She remembered the hunger. She remembered the cold of the Void. "We don't talk about him to be scared," Neoma said. She turned Elara’s face so she could look into those silver eyes—the eyes of the future. "He is a story we tell," Neoma whispered, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s forehead, "to remember why we are good."

she continued. “That means that, first of all, you are strong enough to confront your father. Not just him, but any enemy on your way. I would even dare to say that you are a close match to Marcellus, if not his equal. Merlius and Nethanaiah trained you well, each in their own remit. You are ready for this, to fight for your life and love, against the greed and hatred and evil and for the kingdom you will rule. No, you are not ready for this. You were born for this. And that is a fact.” Meena said calmly. I mulled over what she said; some of my grievances and doubts were still there, but I was sure that if someone was to make the misery of Marcellus’ life, it had to be me. So yes, I will med

Her abilities don't change that. Maya tried. Implemented timeouts. Required apologies. Taught boundaries. Treated Haven like normal toddler who happened to access between and heal traumatized consciousnesses and read thoughts. It was absurd. It was necessary. It was parenting in post-apocalypse. Other second-generation children were developing too. Thirty-seven total now. Ages ranging from newborn to two years. All born collective. All network-connected from conception. All carrying pieces of community inside them naturally. But none were bridges like Haven. None could access between. None could heal like her. None were extraordinary in same way.

Hepman took a deep breath and explained, "Severin, our elder has fallen and our ancestral land is destroyed for nearly ten thousand miles. We have nowhere else to stay in Eastplain, so we would like to join you in Grandiuno Sacred Land. That way, we can preserve our bloodline as well." Severin naturally felt ecstatic to hear that. The losses of the Menzie clan were no less than those of the Burke clan. The Menzie clan only had one supreme paragon and a dozen or so of royal paragon left. They would also be able to achieve considerable accomplishments in the future if these surviving Menzie clan members were to join Grandiuno Sacred Land. Considering this, Severin decided to take Hepman up on

“Then we teach them to fight back.” As the new base alarms began to wail with incoming threats, a private message appeared. Elara: The fourteenth is only the beginning. Your body is the perfect vessel, Mia. The next generation will be unstoppable. See you soon. Damien read it and crushed the tablet in his fist. The war for our bloodline had no end. But neither did our fight.