Following a solid pair of five minutes, Inkaro, going clockwise and a Morilore going anti-clockwise, walked around the perimeter of the peculiarly out of place mana vent as he and his mana-made assistant drew functionally transparent lines until meeting at the same spot, constructing a floating ring in the process. At the observation ring's formation, several floating, miniature Morilores placed themselves at pivotal locations around the mana construct to ensure its security.

  "Position secured!" the mini Morilores proclaimed together, whilst they pretended to hold up the mana ring with their tiny arms. "This plan will work for sure! This time!"

  Inkaro nodded, hands placed firmly together with his fingers loosely locked together, as he computed what sequence frequency he should have G.Galore try out on the mana vent. He pondered and considered over the first sequence of his choosing, even taking in Lizu's observation to narrow down what his field of options were.

  However, very much within Lizu's expectation, had she participated in the experiment instead of sleeping, the observation mana ring cracked. Naturally, the sound of glass-like cracking coming from a non-physical object did wonders in drawing in the similarly mana-made individuals. Those sounds very much kept the small girls in a prolonged stun lock of genuine awe. Their states of inaction were so prolific that they failed to register the increasing strain on the mana ring as it continued to bend further inwards toward the mana vent. So sure enough, the thing snapped and shattered with a screeching and raucous 'twang' sound, sending the little Morilores flying all sorts of ways before dispersing into mana particles. Unperturbed by the noise that left his ears only slightly ringing, Inkaro planted a hand on his chin and hummed lightly: "Hmmm... I suppose the usual methods won't work on something constantly pulling on the ring; I suppose a strong pulling force would have a similar result."

  The rogue mana vent remained.

  Inkaro had exhausted all his options: feeding his mana to the thing to get a feel of it or summon something from it, firing attacks of both magical and non-magical methods. Now his final one had shattered before him, and showing him he'd need to do something new or give up.

  "I could come up with something if I went back home, but then I might end up missing that thing over in Aunoville."

  The guy mulled things over as he paced about with strong footsteps, wondering if there was any way for him to get both. But much to his dismay, nothing came to mind for Inkaro. So with a heavy sigh, he sauntered over to and vaulted over Mal-Co's cargo bed wall before landing in its cargo bed. G.Galore followed suit and flew back into the head of Mal-Co. The moment Inkaro sat down, Mal-Co revved to life and trucked along. While Enetha shook her head about at Mal-Co's sudden motion without his creator at the wheel, Inkaro pulled all manner of materials, completed components, and instruments out of his golden agate storage curio before he got to work.

  "Perhaps I'll finish this instead," Inkaro commented before jolting slightly when he recalled the mana vent was still there, followed by an idea popping into his mind. Quickly placing his tools to one side, he reached into his golden agate once again and pulled out an empty Calamity Fractal: a classy, transparent teardrop-shaped crystal that is the size of a shotput.

  Not wasting a second thought, Inkaro tossed the empty ode crystal right at the mana vent. The mana vent mindlessly sucked in the crystal. Well, it tried at the very least. Like it to the crystal, the empty Calamity Fractal drew in the mana vent from its very core, drawing the magical substance within its crystaline confines like water to a dry sponge. In a faint flash, the mana vent was gone, and the Calamity Fractal was fully reformulated from its empty state. Before long, the very nature of the Calamity Fractal became altered from emptiness to possessing a new manifestation of magic, distinct from Inkaro's first Calamity Fractal.

  [Calamity Fractal of Magnatisum][Stigmaus-Ode Rewriting: Calamity Fractal][Bond: None]

  -A pale red to muted blue gradient crystal that's shaped like a shotput-sized teardrop. At the centre of the teardrop's biggest part, there is a bright, glowing amaranth pink symbol: the symbol is a six-pointed star that is made from six disconnected Vs. There is a dot at the centre of the star. And, a wavy circle encompasses the star.

  Zipping right back to his side, Inkaro effortlessly raised a hand to catch the giddy crystal, allowing him to feel the faint, symulated heart beat of a function Calamity Fractal on his palm. "Seems like that guess was correct and the reaction between the two seemed visually similar to when I finished Calamity Fractal of Connections... Was there a mana vent in our house when I made the connection one? I'd better have a word with Enulatina when I get back."

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  Sliding it open with the tip of her tail, Lizu poked her face through the rear window before deeply yawning, getting Inkaro's attention right as she started talking: "Already done, I see? And before we left Metronomeic Plains at that, how about that?"

  The dragolyte pleasantly smirked as she rested her arms on the rear window's frame to watch Inkaro more comfortably, while Enetha was left pleasantly baffled by the trio of normal-sized Morilores manning Mal-Co's driving station: one at the wheel, one on the throttle and brakes, and the final one manned the gear-shifting device between the front seats. It was almost too much for Enetha, solely because she knew for a fact that none of those Morilores had a driving licence. It was only then that the little princess pondered whether sentient magical tools could even apply for any form of licence.

  Meanwhile, on the central island of Teulani Archipelago, Neonana, Tiliana frantically combed her fingers through her hair, and agressively squeezing her golden ribbon-like appendages around her legs to the point she resembled a lamia. Sat silently on the outside, but screaming like a banshee on the inside, the Ultracous Magikrouso member desperately tried to make heads or tails of things: one minute she was detecting a rogue mana vent on the other side of the world, only for it to disappear ten minutes later.

  "What in the hell is going on? A rogue mana vent is already crazy enough, but for it to abruptly disappear and not disperse is a whole 'nother level of nonsenseical!" Tiliana blurted out as she kicked her feet against her beach blanket, too angered to bask in the niceties of the beach like she had earlier that morning. In fact, she was so focused on being angered that she failed to register the giant shadow that swept over her location before it swiftly disappeared.

  "Something of concern?" Kaluso asked as he dropped down from above without a sound, nor disturbing a single grain of sand. Due to the guy's sudden appearance once again, Tiliana screamed like a little baby with how high-pitched her voice had become, snapped right out of her moping in the same vein.

  Gritting her teeth aggressively and shooting up to her feet as metaphorical steam shot out her ears and her ribbon-like appendages standing at attention like an angered cat's tail, Tiliana marched right up to the tall kitrunai before she frustratedly pounded her fists against his legs: "Geez, you dolt, stop sneaking up on me! What kind of example are you setting for your daughter!? What if she turns into a horror movie ghost and not the cute phantom kitrunai she currently is?"

  "She has you there, Father," Louailanye teased, mocking so at that. Her attempt to tease her father went right over the guy's head, seeing as he was too preoccupied with whatever had Tiliana in such a stroppy state. He was sorely unuware most of her frustration was from him scaring her.

  "See, your daughter has more common sense than you, not that such a feat is beyond expectation," Tiliana announced boldly, while remaining firm in pounding her fists against the guy's legs. Kaluso flopped his kitsune-like ears by about ten degrees from their usual positions.

  "I feel you two are getting off topic." Kaluso sighed slightly before his ears returned to their refined sky-pointing position. Speaking with his usual tone when in a professional environment, Kaluso calmly requested, "Tiliana, relay what you were talking to yourself about."

  Puffing up her cheeks at the tone of voice Kaluso used with her, Tiliana eased up a bit on her leg pounding and begrudgingly recounted her magical observations, only without any needless complaining that once accompanied her initial outburst: "I detected a rogue mana vent on the other side of the world, somewhere in Metronomeic Plains if I had to guess."

  Kaluso scowled strongly, already considering the worst. His fluffy tails stiffened and spiked up at the call of his frustration; not even his centuries of emotion control could fully suppress the contempt he was letting off. Some of her father's tail fluff weakly thwack her on the nose, making her timidly sneeze, to which Louailanye tried to pat out the unruly fur bristles, with the ferocity of someone trying to snuff the life out of someone.

  "And no detection becoming of the Stigmai of Nightmares?" Kaluso questioned calmly and stoically, paying no single heed to the battle his daughter was having with his tails.

  Tiliana slumped her shoulders and groaned, doing so hard enough to knock the wind out of a normal person if they'd exhaled as much as she just had: "I guess one of their lackies was trying to, but the mana vent got dealt with before they had the chance to fully do whatever they wanted-"

  The vatruva's abrupt and self-inflicted cut off caught the kitrunai-standard's young girl's attention, enough to stop her from perpetuating her war against the fur at the very least.

  "Something wrong?" Louailanye asked, mildly interested in getting to see how another rogue mana vent differed from the one at the haunted house. The little girl's interest was piqued, much to her father's dismay, as shown by his ears slumping even further than they had seconds ago.

  Pulling lightly at her ribbony body parts, the slightly short vatruva woman titered on not saying anything, but knew doing such a thing was tantamount to stupidity, for many a reasons."Another one opened up near the original, and in the middle of Aunoville."