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The Multiverse

Genesis

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a part of The Multiverse, by Remæus.

Once upon a time, in an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began. There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed. It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made seemingly for your exploration. Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky. How did you get here? Where did you come from? The wind itself awaits your response.

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Once upon a time,
In an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began.
There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed.
It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made for your exploration.

There was, as far as the eye could see to the north, south, and east, nothing but the swaying reeds.
Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky.


How did you get here?
Who are you? Where did you come from?

The wind itself awaits your response.
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Genesis

Once upon a time, in an illustrious land of autumn hues far beyond the sunset is where your tale began. There you stood, in a field bathed in sunlight, waist high grasses browned by summer passed. It was a golden stretch of curiosity, natural and naked made seemingly for your exploration. Over to the west, a crag of dark stone stretched towards the sky. How did you get here? Where did you come from? The wind itself awaits your response.

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Genesis is a part of Ætherius; Realm of the Spirit.

262 Characters Here

Ondona [254] The Goddess of the hunt
Aewisp [253] Air Elemental
Hanako Mayuri [220] A travel with no place in the world to call their own, she searches on and on for something to hold onto.
The Chronicler [219] "I have been here for a very long time - observing, recording, and contemplating. It is my duty to chronicle all that transpires in Existence. If necessary, I will intervene to preserve it."
Alisah [219] Innocent Darkness.....Innocent Evil
Ell Vandrudge [216] Growing the greatest entertainment media empire the multiverse has ever seen!
Something [216] A small, somewhat round reptilian being with a cheerful, upbeat demeanor.
Kyu [216] Fun loving joking girl
Bear Orona [216] Quiet and Mysterious
Charge [216] "Engaging Target"

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Somewhere in the Upper Planes, far from the eyes and interference of mortals


A pale light shined over the savanna. Gentle breezes drifted over the acres of wild grass, causing them to cascade like the waves of a great golden sea. Pink and yellow clouds drifted lazily through the sky while birds of all kinds sailed through between them. The plains stretched as far as the horizon in three directions, but in the fourth - just at the edge of visual perception - an enormous mountain reached into the sky and pierced the heavens. It continued far beyond the clouds, passed the golds, pinks, and blues of the sky and faded into a shimmering light.

A large lion strolled through the grass. His coat radiated with a golden sheen like it was made of sunlight. His long, thick, and dark-brown mane cascaded down His back like a waterfall. The lion's shoulders rolled with each step of his graceful - yet powerful - gait. Wisdom, power, and compassion poured from two eyes that burned like twin stars while the lion's brow was creased in thought.

Each step caused a ripple through the world. The blades of grass caressed the paws and toes of the great feline. Every tree and every shrub stretched out their leaves and branches towards Him as if striving for a lifeline at sea. Above Him, the clouds spun and morphed in a slow dance. Any animal that crossed his path immediately laid upon their bellies in submission until He passed. Even the birds, upon sighting him, landed upon the earth and lowered their heads in reverence.

A figured floated to the left and behind the great lion. He was garbed in azure robes that billowed in an unseen wind. Various other shades of blue, from cerulean to sapphire, formed a complex embroidery along the man's garments. A similarly colored cloth, decorated with a visage of the All Seeing Eye, was wrapped around his upper face and covered his eyes and forehead. His hair was short and brown with streaks of grey while a thick beard fell halfway down his neck.

"Are you certain of this, my child?" Leolik spoke with a voice that rumbled through the earth and sky.

"Yes, Your Excellency." the man nodded. Though his bare feet hovered above the tall grass, he was still dwarved by Leolik's enormous stature. Also, despite his blindfold, he continued to keep his head inclined and gaze away from the mighty being before him.

"Then the contingency must be set in motion. Come, She should be arriving soon. It is appropriate that She should be made aware of our discovery. No doubt She already has many questions regarding the steps We have already taken."

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Deep within her own realm, the Lady of Darkness sat. She was waiting...for just the right moment for her to enter upon these fields. Alisah had been patient, very patient for her request to finally reach Leolik's ears. It was not very often that she should be granted an audience with her Equal yet she was not surprised at this turn of events. The Light was so slow to move on it's own yet she was ready all this time.

"Here we go"

High above His sky in the great and vast savannah, the sky began to darken. It's golden hues dwindling as shadows seeped into the very fabric of the sky above. Overhead, a Moon began to arise from the East, sailing high overhead and soon encompassed most of the Lord of Light's sky. The scene before him would signal her coming as the Lady of Darkness couldnt bare to be in His Light without some sort of protection. His was all that could burn her...

"One thousand cycles..." came her voice. It was angry...it was hurt and it sounded deathly serious.

"One thousand cycles our bargain has stood tall, attesting to my tolerance and your lenience. We fought for unknown ages and spawned our own downfall. It stands as our union...and now it runs well behind schedule. Your creations imprisoned me alongside It. You have forced your paw in a very dangerous game Leolik"

Out of His very shadow, something stirred, growing and boiling as it parted from him and moved away. The shadow began to take shape as the voice continued to speak. It was growing rather rapidly into a feline appearance. Sleek black fur covered her body with blackened claws and teeth of solid ivory.

"My creations are dying: Rotting away and left to suffer. My Worlds, My beautiful Earth and Artworks now turn to ooze, puss and boils. Everything I worked so hard for is now turning to sewage and Its all your fault. Even your Suns are dying, the Light sheltering your creations have begun to become tainted by Corruption"

The feline now stood at Leolik's full height, fully formed and adorned with jewels and gold, a golden collar wrapped around her neck with several stones long since lost to the Cycles long past. Golden wrist pieces covered her frost paws and her tail was also adorned with gold of an Inca design. But her eyes...

Swirling masses of black, as if staring right into the heart of a Black Hole itself, ever drawing, ever devouring and filled with a tempest Leolik had not seen in over a thousand cycles. The female spoke, voice still chilled with hostility.

"I have tried to contact you yet your responses are nigh invisible. Like the Night, you remain unseen. It only took you until now to seek to grant me audience...before I was ready to make War with you once again and see all things return to Entropy. I have but one question for you to begin"

Just as she finished, the now fully formed female Lion moved with ungodly speed and pounced upon Leolik in a fit of anger, her paws burned upon touching his fur yet the pain was trivial to how she felt inside. Her head pressed itself against his as she headbutted him so all he could see was the Void in her eyes.

"WHY DID YOU BREAK THE CYCLE?!" She exclaimed, Her voice reverberating through the very Weave itself. The Moon high above began to rumble and expand, if only slightly. Even the Weave trembled through the Black threads as Alisah did all she could to contain her rage and rip out the First's throat out here and now.

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Leolik - the King of Kings, the Alpha and the Omega, the Great Architect, and the First Voice - stoically bore the enraged onslaught of His "sister's" verbal rampage like a mountain enduring a blizzard. He batted neither eye nor ear, but kept His gaze fixed upon Her. Meanwhile, the Chronicler kept his distance from the two deities and his head respectfully bowed.

Finally, once Her rant had ended, Leolik spoke. "There has been a new development."

"The Void is trying a new tactic." He continued as the sky shifted. The heavens behind Him were illuminated by the light of the Celestial Mountain, while the world before Him was ceded to Her darkness. "We have taken some measures to set certain patterns in the Weave that should stop Him. Unfortunately, some sacrifices to this Cycle had to be made."

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The Second snarled in fury while she just held her place there before him, full of her own brand of passion. The darkness cooled her and she found herself calming, if only slightly. Enough to move away just a hair then moved back to sit on her haunches. She coughed once and took in a deep breath and exhaled through her nose.

"You say It is trying a new tactic? I have seen what he is doing...it is what It always has done. Our work of beginning the cycle of rebirth. You speak of developments and neglect to inform me of what is going on?!"
She asked. Alisah brissled, fur standing up as a snarl came to her lips.

"You think of me as your lesser that you would fail to inform your Equal of a plan in the Weave that would affect the Balance? Have you not thought of that Leolik? The Balance has been undone, Mankind has grown too bold and wild in it's corruption. It poisons and chokes the world's it infects with it's blight. Hell is Overrun...only held back by the actions of One. Even that will fade eventually Leolik. You do not see what is going on around you yet you would play to blissful ignorance? You are not down below. You do not see the devastation this planning has done. The White City will fall in a matter of time and Hell will belong to Void. You are working on borrowed time and very little of it"


The Lioness's body shuddered once as she dug her claws into the ground and dug them deep into the earth below her paws.

"Explain to me then Leolik. Why? Why have you done this? What development has caused you to break our Eternal Pact and forced you, of all, to break your Word? We forged our pact upon the Words...and now I fear that all of Creation is now doomed, us along with it. Speak quickly...and completely. I want the whole of the truth Leolik. Do not withhold anything from me...or I will continue to aid It and seek your final downfall"

Alisah's words were dripped with venom, her black heart poisoned with it as the fury barely contained. So much had been kept from her...so much she needed to know. The Balance was in jeopardy and Alisah seemed to have the keenest desire to restore it. But Leolik would know, she was a creature of wild passion. A creature of unrelenting Darkness but also Wise about the matters that hid from Leolik's sun. She was passionate...but honorable. She would give him a fair chance to make his case.

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"I have only just been made aware of the developments," He replied before taking a seat across from Her. "I had to set plans in motion - retroactively - in order for certain things to come to pass. The patterns in the Weave have been made known to me... Mankind will fall. It has already fallen. They simply are not aware of the cliff they march towards... but that was always part of the Design. They must be consumed by their baser natures and inner corruption in order to rise above it. They must know both light and darkness - righteousness and sin - in order to have the privilege of choice. It has been so since the first Cycle that Order begets Chaos"

"But that is only a minor issue." Leolik shook His mane. "The true threat is - and has always been - the Void. He was always cunning, but too prideful to alter His pattern. However, He might have been more cunning than We have realized if what We have seen comes to pass. For a better explanation, I will introduce one of Our most trusted servants - and Our friend. He is an oracle of sorts - a mortal that can see with the eyes of an archangel. It is from him that We learned of the Void's newest scheme."

The floating figure bowed graciously before approaching the two deities. He inclined his head to each of them before speaking.

He turned to face Alisah, but kept his blindfolded eyes lowered. "I am called the Chronicler, Your Grace. I am the caretaker of the Tower of Norak. I was once a mortal man, but through either accident or fate I have been given the ability to peer through time and space. I see what was, what could have been, and what might be. To beings such as yourselves, I believe that is all the same, but it is different for my kind. We see and understand things differently, and so I offer a unique perspective.

"It is with this perspective, Your Grace," he continued, "that I have seen a possible outcome where the Emperor succeeds. He does not simply cast Creation into the Void, but forever prevents the Cycles from continuing. You see, every Cycle He is merely tearing down the walls and roof of the structure. He cuts away the stalk and leaves of the weed. This time, however, He has discovered a way to reach the foundation - the roots - in order to destroy the mechanism that powers the Multiverse in its entirety."

"It is because of this reason, sister, that We had to act." Leolik continued. "Without intervention We fear that this thousandth Cycle could be the last. We apologize for the delays in the Unweaving, but We required time for certain tools to grow into maturity before the Void could grow too powerful. We have a plan, but We fear it will require much effort on your part..."

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Alisah sat and listened to the two, her eyes flicking towards the mortal Chronicler when it was his time to speak. Her expression hardly changed during this whole moment in the conversation but then it turned slightly as he made known that Erebuz was trying to sever the very roots of Creation itself. This made her give pause to her hostility and anger and she ahemmed to speak.

"While this is all very interesting, until I am given proof of this tactic and I see it firsthand, I will have to remain skeptical. As of this moment, all I see is you as the one at fault Leolik. You who broke our sacred covenant and moved behind my back to allow this Cycle to end in such a way that has not been seen since the end of the War. You there...Chronicler, show me the sections of the Weave tainted by Erebuz and show me this...outcome and be quick about it. I am willing to hear this out and if there is a price to be paid, then I shall but only until MY terms are met. Leolik..."

Her gaze turned towards the Great Lion, eyes alight with fury and hesitation of all things.

"A price must be paid for your transgressions. A price you will pay if you indeed need my cooperation in this little plan on yours. You broke the Cycle, you extended yourself too far and broke your Word. Ill not allow that transgression to be swept aside so easily. My terms may seem a small price perhaps to you but to me, could make all the difference. Show me this proof and I shall hear what you need of me. Ill make my demands known then"

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"Yes, Your Grace." The Chronicler nodded before turning away from the two.

He stretched out his hands and muttered a short chant. His eyes glowed white beneath his blindfold. The Chronicler waved his hands in a circle, and the world shifted. A rumble echoed through reality like the groan of ancient and massive gears. Space twisted and bent before the human and spiraled into a singularity until it imploded with a loud pop. Suddenly, the world fell away.

"My suspicions began when I noticed a strong deviation from the primary timeline in a remote corner of the Multiverse. I would not have noticed it if I did not have some personal interest in the cluster, but that is irrelevant. The deviation was too strong to correct, and so I monitored it. That is when I saw the ripples..."

A kaleidoscope of colors surrounded the trio. Tendrils of eldritch energy snaked back and forth. They twisted, split, reformed, and crossed every which way. Binding them together was, to the perception of mortals, a fabric that stretched across all of Existence. Everywhere and everywhen was tied - formed - from the Weave. It was a great pattern woven from Fate and Chance, Choice and Destiny, Life and Death, Good and Evil, and all in between. Everything from the spin of a single atom to the birth and death of galaxies was threaded through the Weave. It was, in essence, the blueprint of All.

The Chronicler tugged on one of these threads and they appeared in a far corner of the Multiverse - outside of direct causality. It appeared to them as an ever-morphing river of history constantly emerging from a sea of possibility. Each tributary, a mark of choice or chance, flowed in the vague direction governed by the elusive force of Fate. Every drop of the great sea - a potential future or outcome.

"I must warn you, Your Grace." The Chronicler spoke as he traced along one of the tributaries. The further he went, the more defined it became, until possibility became fact. "By witnessing the outcome to this timeline it will become set it stone. By experiencing it, it will be recorded, and then we must work within the parameters."

And so they sank into the river.

-

Destruction.

Death.

A cacophony of screams - filled with rage, agony, fear, triumph, and courage - reverberated across the world.

This was the first thing they sensed as they appeared in the universe. The sky burned and the earth was littered with the dead and dying. A thousand armies, each millions strong, marched as one across the landscape and clashed with an infinite horde of blood and shadow. Continents were shattered by world-breaking magic to stem the tide of the swarm while enormous vessels opened portals that unleashed the roars of dying stars upon their enemies.

It was all for naught, however.

Titanic tentacles, formed from the Void, pierced through the sky that was shattered like a giant glass bowl. Each was thousands of miles long, hundreds across, and was blacker than the deepest and emptiest corner of space. Gargantuan fissures in space-time followed in their wake as if reality revolted and broke at their presence. The fractured remains of the sun and moon drifted across the distorted sky - heralding the fate of the planet below.

In the center of it all was a great Eye. It was featureless, like a bottomless pit, yet drew the observer forever into infinite madness. The Eye spread across the sky and stretched from the highest heavens to the deepest pits. The world shattered beneath its gaze and the grip of the tentacles that tore away continents like the rind of a rotten fruit. All of the universe was naught but a minuscule mouse standing in the shadow of a mountain to the Unweaver.

It cared not for the armies that amassed against its goal. Their ships were swallowed up just as easily as the entire galaxies in its wake. It cared not for the broken pantheons that lay dead on the dying world. It cared not for the legions of demons and devils that flocked to its shadow like carrion. All that drew the Old God's gaze was a single ripple in the Great Weave. It was a fold in causality, a knot in the fabric of Destiny, and the cornerstone of the Multiverse.

It cared not for the six nonentities that stood surrounding the crystalline tree. Their godlike power was inconsequential to something that existed before the divine. All the Unweaver cared for was the single thread that was tied to the tree that led deep into the heart of Creation. The pulse of eternity echoed through the thread, and the Unweaver followed it.

The world was devoured.

The thread blackened.

The Foundation crumbled.

And then there was Nothing forevermore.

-

"... And so it was written." spoke The Chronicler.

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The titanic being's face grew sterner when she listened to the words of the Chronicler and to Leolik, eyes narrowing at their suggestions of the fate of the Weave. She nodded once when she heard the ultimatum and plunged down into the river. She took in the whole of the scene laid out before her and seemed to be in thought, as if waiting for something to occur. In ages past, the Nothingness would simply expand outward and she expected to see herself there, waiting to reform the worlds and galaxies anew.

Yet...there was nothing. Something was wrong with the Weave. In this vision, she could not even see it, nor even sense it's presence. The Darkness did not even remain, nor Light. She felt this feeling before, when she was not even Aware. It was...cold. The Lioness's vision faltered as she soon found herself shivering as if trying to warm herself by a Light that was not there. Her eyes were wide, for the first time, with fear. Fear gripped the Second's face and she trembled before she shook with rage, unleashing a roar of fury as she clawed at the ground with her claws.

"Such impudence! Ill have his skull mounted on my throne as a trophy. Ill turn his Legions asunder, tear his heart from his body! Ill put his teeth to the grindstone. Ill tear his mind to bloody ribbons, Ill boil his eyes in rot and festering plague"

The Second flew into a psychotic rage, trembling in a rage none had seen save for Leolik Himself. The female swiped her claws, voices running through her mouth spouting every obsinity old and young while she unleashed her raw power. The Weave trembled and strands began to fray from the raw power of the Darkness.

H̸̀͡͏̺̻̱̼̰̪͉̘̗̯̬̯̫̭̼̗͔͉i͎̞̟̭̝̰̻̗̕͝ś̴̻̜̖͔̟̖͉͖̱͕͕̪͔́ͅͅ ̢̭͍̠̜̜̗͚̹͘͘͞ͅl̶҉̛͖̳̦̳̙̠̞̮̬̟̦̦͠i̧̤̦͔̲̥̭͜f̶̥͓̳͈͕̞͎̦̮̫͡͞e̵̛҉͎̗̰̖̦̫͔̮̝̣̲͓̦ ̵̴̧̘͕̖͓̬̣͈͇̹̳̯̮̣̣͟ͅś͔̩̟̫̗͓̬̖̼͖̬̦͉̬͟ḩ̵̧̢̪̥̱͖̬̝̞á̝̰̝̗͚̟͜l͟͟҉͙̼͙̟̜͍̺̙̦͚̹̺̫͈ͅl̴̟̻̥̦̩͇̘̗̕͢͞ ̷̧͖͎͕̤̺̤̫̜̼̟̯́͢b͕̝͉͍̟̤̖̼̰̗̟̲͉͔̙͙͜͜͟ͅe͏̡̢̢̗̟͕̳̦̮͈̗̞̳͍̝̖͇͓̺̲̮͡ ̵̴̗̟͔̜̜̘̘̖͟͟c̵̶̢̭̲͈͙̖̪̮͎̳̘͟͞a̴̩̣͇̰̞̩̻̟͕̮͝s̵̡̹̬̥͉͖̗̯͝t̛̜̗͙̠̪̳ ̷̡̡͚̹̥̰̫̻̳̞͎̘̹̟̯͢d̛̯͇̪͟o̷̷͔̭̜͍̠͖̫̣̲̬̪͈ͅͅw̵̵͍̜̥̠n͏̸͍̪̘̪̹̗̟̝̱̙͖̥͓͈̠̤͙͟,̷̢̫̩̺̗̱̤̀͝͝ ͓̞̗͇̭͚̟̖̰͍́͟t҉̴̴̵̶̠̯̪̬͎̫̠̩o̢͓̭͈̱̯̟͍̣̣̞̟͖̮̰͈̲̖͟ͅr̻̫̙̺͟͜͡n̡̡̛͚̗̪̙̞͍̲͜͢ͅ ̴̴̡͙̫̲̪̗͖̮̮͈̮͈̩f̸̷͖̱̪̘͇̯͇̗͚̳͝ŕ̶̨̲̙̜̗̪̜̙̱͉̗͖̩̖̦̲̬͔͟͜ͅo͏̶̰̭̻̣̟̣̺̣͙̹̭̣͚̮͓̫m̸͈̲͙̺̬̗̣̫͉̖͕̯̭̭͖̦͝͠͡ ̨̹̪̘̫͉̙̭̤̺̗͇͕̯͠ͅt̸̸҉͕͓̼̳̝̯̥̝̙̬͍̪͎̺h̴̶͇̖͚̻͓͍̫͚̀̕͢ͅé̢̱͉͍̻͎̺͚̖̟̦̖̕ ̧̘̗̠͙̬̳̮͕̺̝̞̙̯̠̠̠͉̬͝v̵̟̥̮͖̼e̢͕̺͔͉͇͎̘̳̜͎̠͖̘͖̩̱͢ͅr̢͏̴̶̢̱̳̺͎̮͎͓̘̭͕̠͈̮͕̻̯ý̪͔̥͙̘͉̩͕͈̀͘͡ ̸̵̸͖̲̦̱̠͙́͠ȩ̴̵̧҉̖̤̲͇̼̳̦͉̭̮̗̜͚̜n̡̠͚̥̯̬̜̦̘̺͔͖̣̕ḑ͙̬̻̼̥̩͖́͟ ̷̨͖͈̙͙̭̘̘̗̥͕͓͠o҉͠͡҉̡̠͖̼͖͓̦̼͖̝̠̼̜̳̭̺f҉̪̠͉̤̝̞̦̳͚̪̟̪̫̙̩̼̼͠ͅ ̡̦͓̙̗̹̱͞C̜̰̳͖̥̩̣̬̟̞̤̱̥͜r̶̷̺̳̭͓̮̻̬̭̝͍̯̞̻͈͘̕ͅe҉̧̩͈̩͔̻̼͈͎͕̯̼̗͕̤͓͝à̵̸̕͏̬̥̥̪̳̤̬̩͙̘̩̞̠̲̱͙ṱ̵̢̛̮͚͉̫͎̗̺̤i̶͖̥̩͎͙̮̮̺̼͇͖͘͝o̴̖̲̥͓͇͈̪̼̞̭̲̰̙̘͕͖͙͘ͅņ͎͚̙͓̝̻͉̜̘̯̲̗͚̥͠.̴̷̲̰͙͍͚͈͈̟̜͡ ̤̼̖̱̖͎̳̫̩͖̲̹̭͍̪́͝A͜͏̲̪̰̙͓͖̬̤̲͈͉̝̘ ̨̳̲̣̦͝t̸̵̢͔̲̣͙̙̜̺͚h̶̴̫͖̱̠͇͔̻̟̺̬ͅo̡̢̨͉͓̫͕͍̱͈͈̯͘͢u͏̯̗̳̰̲̬̯͟͠ş̶̴̗͇̠̮͇̳̼͎̳͕̣͙̹̝͖̪͝ͅa̸͠҉͏̦̱͚͝n̢̧̛̩̖̖̻͕͇̗̱̟͕͈̺̪͙d̵̸̡̫̝̫͔̰̜̰͕͉̞̥͕̲̥̹̕ ̫̭̘͖̯͍̰̼͓̰͈̪̮̺̙̥͡͝c̸̙̭͇͕͔̼͚͈͜ừ͓̲͔͚͇̝̹̫̀͡r̵̨̰̪͈͖̖͖͙̦̻̤̘̳͉̻͙͟͢ͅs̴̴͜͏̼̫̥̠͍͇̼͎̣̬̙̰͔͢è͢͏͏̰̯̣̘̩̣̖͙s̷̷̗͈̦͍̘̪̻̰̯̠̙̲ͅ ̵̲̬̭̟͟ù̱̲͙̳͇̹͍̖̺͓͟͠͞ͅp͡͏̣͇̭͖̦̫o̴͉̞͚͔͖̭͇̰̪̹͙̻͎̗̝͜͜n̶̴͚̱̦̳̺͘ ̛̥̲̻̖̦̩̤̙͕͉̕̕̕ͅh̴̷͇͉̯̼̭͡͞͡i̧͍̳̮̤͈̕̕͞ş̷͓͕̥̖̩͎̯̬̗̖̩̘̮̰̦̹͠ ͏̷͠͏͙̦̲̥̰̯͎̼͍̲̣͍̜͕̼ͅs̴̶̸̸̞̯̞̝̳͎̱̻̥̼͕͡ͅǫ̧̯̹̝͉̳̞̮͇̪̖̣͘͢ú̙͉̲͈͇̙̙̤͔͖̼̖͕̰̝͜͞ͅĺ̵̖̰͈̝̘̳͎͉̬̖̭͞ͅ ̳̥̗̫̹͚̪͇̖̠̻̙̮͇̭͢͞ͅà̮̱̞̦̺̬̥̯͘n͏̡̛͖̠͙͙̺̗̭̝̲̪̩͙̗̩́͜ͅͅͅd̠̩̠̳̠̮̪̯̣͚͉̯͜͡ ̴́͜͝҉͚͎̞͈͚̤͈m͟҉̰͇̲͈̫̘̯͈͍̩͍͇̝͝ḁ̸̝͍̬͇̠̮̮̰̬̙͙̘̖̣͖y̸̵̶͓͉̟̤͍̣͎̗̙̫̹̳̯̤̟̳͓͍͘ ̶̶̫̫̹̤͚͙̹̹̱͔͙ḩ͘҉̹͙̼̹̭̲̻͘ͅe̶҉̣͙̬̣̲̬̟̹͓̰̜ ̧͓͙͎̥̙͈̦̥̺͠r͕̳̯̗̱͖͖̬̞̻͢͢o̷̡̰̖̲̞̟̝͢͞t͜͞͏̵̥̭͎̻̻̜̠͔̫͇̯͚̜̘͎̭ ̶̵̺̭͈̜̪͎͖̕̕͞f̬̰̲̝͉͓͓̱́̀ò̸̤̪̺̹̗̦̩̮̙͉͇͈r̡͜͡͏̩͈͍͖̺̥̝͇̦͕͈̠͖ ̶̛̱̠̥͉̣̩͓͔̬͚̰̭̥̤̥̳̭̀̕a̼̺͉̭̪͎̕͟͠l̙͓͙̼̤̱̳̟̜͘͟l҉͖͖̣͇͈̭͍͈̱͕̗̜͇͙͖͝ͅͅ ͈̲̜̪͈̩̩̞͕̞͖̹̞̞̥̟̖͚͍́͢e̡̦̱̹̤͚͙̘̥͚͟t҉̴̵̢̧̖͖͓̼͉̗̩͎̯͎̘ẹ̶̜̺̰̜̻̻̭̖͎͟͝r̹͎͙̹͕̼͟͞ͅń̢̛͈̻̠̞͙̱͙̠̟̟̫̲̻̟̗̟̜͠į͓̯̺̳̤͕̝̤̗͇̥̠̪͚̠̤͖̯́͡͠ͅt͓̰͔̳̲̲̬̀͢y̷̷̵̥̲͓͙̻̬͖̱̕ ̡̡̛̛̦̟͈̹̪̪̙̩̦͎̟͇͡i͏͖̻͚̘̟̠͎͕̤͉͓̝̞̮̦̰͈̟́n̨̮̭̗̗̖͚̹̥̦͙̥͎̩̮ ͏̴̸̶̥͚̗͘t̛̻̯̲͉̬̥͔͓̝̳̘̱̙̜͇̠̯̘́͜h̷̨͏͏̯̬̦͖͖̫̺̣̤̪ͅe͍̰͎̥͙̤̰͖̮͓̯͚͈͚͖͘̕͜͜͡ ̡͉̻͖̼̩͉̳̰͞͞N̢͏̷̙̩͖̩̠̹̭̫͕͕̥͍̱͙o͏̗͔͓̞͙̼͕̘̞͕͕͎͈̣͞t̛̀͜͡҉̙͍͓̝͙̖͖̻͚̭͕͍h̵̢̦͇͖̳̜̙͚͔̰͇̰͖̹̼̻́͝i̢̛̠̥̳͇̝͉̱̯̫̤̠̳̬͟n̸̰͎̜̣̳̰͙̣͚̝͍͙̮͔̳͖͘͞ͅg̢͙͓͉͕̀͜͢n͏̴̙͇̠̱͎̼̻̰͟͠e̷̛̠͉̖̟͚͇͕̝s̶̪̫͖̫͉̝̺͚̳̹͎̭͚̝̮͔͔͞ͅs̷̘͕͉̼̳̰̰̹͈͈͓͖̭̝͞ ̰̠̹͕̗̯̝͖͍͘̕̕t̵͘҉͇̝͍͔̱̼͖̩̠͔̞͎͉̳̝͖̗͡h͈̝̖̟̯̥͈͔̘̼͕̞́̀a̷҉̣̺͓̳̳͈̬̠̗͚̜̻ͅt̷̨̻̣͓̺̝͉̞̠̳̜̹̀͘͟ ̨͏̷̶̰̭̫͈̀a҉҉̴̷̺̤̻̤̱̤̜̹͈ẃ̸̡͕̱̰̘͚͇̠̟̭̠̤̹̜̣̫̪̀͞à̸̵̰̝̟̲̮͔͖̭̱̫͜ͅį̨̼̞͙̟̘͔̰̫̺͇̲͝t̷̝̫̟͔̫͞ş̵̡̛̲̰̳ ̷̢̹̳͙̠͔͎̯̭͇̘h̸̨̢̥͔̦̗̖̞̠͙̹̞ͅi̶̳͍̟̟̭̺͘͜ḿ̴̧̫̞̝̹̫̪̫͖̞̹̲̹͉!̷̪̥̯̮͎̳̙̗̗̤̘͠͞ͅͅ ̶͈̦͈̥̯͕͈͖̗̥͠C̫̬̱͎͡ư̡̞͕̥̠̥̖̕̕r̸̴͉̩͙̣͉̺̥̦̮̠̝͓͕͉͕̖s͏̘̼̩͈̱͙̘́͘͡ͅe̕҉̹̞̘̩̬̙̘͕̤̗͙͉́ ̕͏̹͈̰̯͓̟͔̮̖̦h̡̀͞҉̠̼̯̠̺͕̪͉̩̯̙ͅį̖̘͍̫͔̥̼̠̣̘̪̞͘ḿ̡̠̳̠͍͚̱̞̀͢͢ ̡҉̟̟̙̺̺̭̹̯͍̹̞̦̙͕̕a̸̶̢̧͈͎̥̩̹̯̘͙̱͘n̷̷͔̰̲̜̻̠̱̙̣͇̕͜d̢̳̤͕̠͈̰͉̗̪̀̀ͅͅ ̶̵͔̜̪͇̀͜͟m҉̵̶̧̡͍̲͙̙̗̩̠̼̪͓̻̦̘̳̘̮ͅa̳̪͖̗͔͍̺͔̬͕̱̰̜̲̫̫͘͢y̧͖̞̭͈̕͘͟ ̀҉̸̶͓̫͍̬̬͈̰͍̱͉́ͅI̵̷̹̙͈̞͇̥͕̭̞̘̗͕̻̝̗͙͞͝ͅͅ ̴̨̬͚̟͎̹͡͠ͅb̛̩̪̦̙̳̙͖͈̪͉̠̲͙͖͝ͅè̵҉̧̥͖̫͍̭͙ ̧̡̪͕̫͉̹͈̦͈͍̱̻̩̜͍̪ţ̵̝̭̩͉̜̭̜̯̜h̡̧̥͓̫̠̞͈͍̦̺̭̜̝̳̦͚͕͔̺͢͜e̢̻̩̯͚̼͕͈͈̥̣̪̣ ͙̣̮͕̀͠è̶̡̬͓͔͍͕̭̹̯̟̩̬͖̫͜͞ǹ̸̝̻̖͉͙͉̣ḑ̧҉̟̬͈̼͔͘ͅ ̶̡̛̝̱̥̜̖́o҉̢̘̹̼͈͚̝̫̘͉̟͝f̢͏̡͔̟͍̘͓̣̺̝̞͚͠ ̸̨͓̙̭̮͓̘͖̙̙̣̱̠̣̥̭N̶̨̹̙̠͎̟͚̖̰̫͎̰̭̰͔͓͔͇̲̘ǫ͞͏̴̼͕̫͎̞͎̩͎̞̱̗͓͉̩̲̫̝̼͢ͅt̢̧̧͎̥̗̹̮͉̜̣̗̞̫͟͟ͅh̵̢̟͇̹̦̥͎̘̙͖ì̶̫̘̙͔n̸̵̸̨̳̝̪͚͎̼͙̰̻̗͉̣͉͎͎͡g͜҉̥̞̣̲̖̙̭̞͉̀,̶̨̨̝̗̞̼̺̹̫̻͚͕̙̬̞͞͡ ͜҉̴͙͉͙͈͙̩̹̘͔͙̘͖̼̺̪͢͢ͅͅa̵͓͖͓̟̮̠̝̲̹̹̩͖̹͟͡ͅn̛̠̯̦̲̖͇͔͈͙̭̖̖̬͙̫͞d̴̹̮͔̟̠̫͠ ̴̢̬͉͖͚͈̞̩̠̫̣͜m̢͠҉͓̭̙̘̠̠͇̳̜̜͎̟̠͇̕a̸̛̰̯͚̺͖͝y̷҉̛̱̠̙͙̞͡ ̴̧̬̦̘̦͈̯̫̟̫̤͖̜͘͡I҉̵͙̥̙͇̭̘̻̥͖̭͚̹̼͈̳̜̤͠ ̸̶̩͙̟̤̖̪͍̦͙̳͇͕̭̗͞s̵̠̙͙̞͖̺͙̼̟̗̤̞͖͕̮͇̖̰͟ͅḙ̴͕̥͚͙͝ȩ҉̨̧̝͓̻̬͎͖͍̼͞ͅ ͎̟̺̤̦͓̰̥̥̹̯̭͉̀͝h̸̢̝͇̣͖͔̥̥̕ͅi̡̢̯͍͖̦̹̦̭̺̩̘͍͖̗͕̩̩̩̩͘͘ͅs̞͔͓͚̲͕̪̹̱̫̰̮̞̀͘ͅ ̴̯͉̤̮͔̞͎͚͔͘ļ̩̬͚̙̦̜̦̘͉̕͘͠i̵̛̲̜̤̣̬̝̪̗̥̥̠f̠̳̠͙̗̹͍̩͘è̢̢̢̳̖̙̰̻̩̭̙̹͓̭͈̲̘͘b̷̢͕̫͙̩͙͔̖̫̳̥̜̣͇͘͜͡ͅl͚̭̹̦̗͟͡ơ̘͚̞̮͍͈͚̗̼͎̕͟͜o̷͖̘̻̰̯͔̬̟͎͓͔̤͓͕̭̤̮̗͢͠d̸̵̡̹̹̳̗̱̩̠̱̝̩ ̧̢̛͙̗̣̰̬̘͈̠͔̕d̵̴͕̟͉͖̮̘̜͔̖̘̩̭̞̖̠̕͟r҉̪͇̤̣̳̺͎̪͈͇͎̥͉͍͈͓a̷̷̭̘̱͎͕̳͇̪̠͟͝͠í̢̛͎͕̩͖͖͈̪̯͕͔͉̲̀͜ņ͔̻̻̪̠͘ ̳̝̘̟̥̝̠̖̦̞́ơ͠҉͓̳͚͔̘̠̬n͞҉̳̝̤̪̰͕̙͈̳̳̯̗̱͔̞͘ ͏̨͚̯̮̯̯̠̱̜̠͚͞ͅm͏̛͍͇̲̫y̴̗̺̺̕ ̷͡͝͞͏̲̻̪͙͉̝͚c̀͏̴̛̺̱͙̭̭̱͖ͅl̜͎̲͚̗̜̺̀͘͢ą̶̜͎̭̠͓͇̺̪̠͙̩̮̮͔̀w̵̡̥͕̦͈͘͡ş̞̤̜̝͕͎̮̝̤͓͙̞͍̭ͅͅ!̢̞̠͎̮̼̩̰̖̘̫͖͚͎̀͟



The Black Speech now sprung from her lips, untold devestation came to Leolik's savannah. The tall grass wilted and fell over, the clouds overhead drew around in a harsh lightning storm and the very earth seeped with Darkness itself and blackened flowers and trees began to spring forth from the words spoken by Alisah. Eyes glowing red with fury, the Second glared towards the two of them and strode towards them.

"Speak what you request and I shall offer you my compromise! I have work ahead of me and I must see to it that Erebuz no longer holds any sway in My Realm. A penance for your Sins Leolik...but for you, this is a small price to pay. I will be the one in the line of fire"

The Second seemed to be on board...

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A bubble of serenity surrounded Leolik and the Chronicler while Alisah vented her rage upon the realm. The land withered in revulsion at the words that spilled from her mouth. Death and corruption flowed like a river and polluted the air and ground like a poison, but nothing touched the great lion or his charge.

Once the flood subsided, Leolik released a long breath. It passed over the landscape like a gentle breeze, and life flowed back into the foliage. The sky calmed, and the realm returned to its normal state.

"We do have a plan, sister," Leolik finally said. "Since the Void is trying something new, we must do likewise. While our power together, even ourselves, would be sufficient in putting the Void to the sword - his absence would only create another problem. He does, in fact, serve a purpose despite his insufferableness. Light and Darkness would clash in a cataclysmic scale without the neutrality of the Void.

"Suffice to say," He continued, "The Cycle as it stands is no longer sufficient. There must be a change - a powerful change - if Existence is to continue. However, since our direct intervention would only cause more conflict in the long run, We can only perceive one course of action..."

Leolik turned to meet Alisah's gaze.

"We do nothing. At least, not directly. Perhaps, after so long, it is time for us to stand aside? Perhaps it is time that we give the mortals and lesser pantheons a chance to prove their conviction and courage. We have already set the path in motion and have given them the tools they need. Now it is up to them to pick up the pieces of the puzzle and forge their own destiny."

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Pulpit's price

Nuria nodded at Jaghati with a smile, "After I've recovered, perhaps. I can still spar with any of the Living Emperor's sons, here, if you like. The 'Black Storm's Heart' engram does not come without its costs even if I can shoulder them well. I must stay within the Altar for a time soon after channeling that kind of power or risk organ failure. Only Myrkul's Vein can suffer unharmed through such immolation poured out from the base planes. And I must inspect it."

She closed her eyes and gingerly set her sword on its point. The metal balanced effortlessly on its own straight up as it hadn't a scabbard but one sheath in five fingers of flesh, blood, and fire. Each digit had its nuanced shallow worn in the handle wrap just enough for the wear's uniqueness to her then took no more. Eyes closed she quieted her mind to open the engram socket inside her weapon. As a rectangular frame of etched bone pushed into thirdspace she took the loom of densely interconnected wires. The threads burnt deeply but black and the whole went further in than its frame's thickness. Some living shard of a burning void that suffered no aetherkind to live howls from deep inside the bone-framed psionic machine. A gale ever screaming through thin walls of ebon strands. The foundation bone was etched in Loross the language of the long-dead empire of the Fallen Emperor. It was his bones shaped into a vessel to contain the power.

She looked it over reverently while her mind's eye sought errant patterns and torn strands. This engram frame could be repaired but not easily replaced one had to be careful while it was removed. They paid to it a great deal of direct attention and maintenance. Speaking aloud she knew Jinhai were always listening, "Only minor damage to the engram. Mostly to me and I will heal. It will have to be stored until Sybil can see to its maintenance."

Myrkul continued in its original thread of thought, "The Celestialkind Odona does not carry a pantheon with her. A minor servant is in attendance. The Aetherkind does not bring an active strategic threat with her. I will pass questions to the Ductu if desired, Living Emperor. I can also thread a gate to that place with my lessers securing it."

There was a faint feel like the hum and spatial torque of a warp engine as Myrkul spun up the planar energies required to create a new node within the Way elsewhere in space. As prodigious mind did so with a distant astral projection it offered with its voice from glinting walls, "It is possible for the Mada 'Sybil' to make the trip through the bulwark once repairs to anchors have completed. Your energies, Mada, widen the egress. We give the Sons of the Living Emperor full dispensation of the Mada quartermaster and smith when she arrives unless the Living Emperor requires otherwise."

Looming watchers

A giant spiral of black dust peeped in one of the front windows at the wooden frame just out of Becca's view. An eye of a creature that arced long and high above the small cottage stared at him quantifying the threat. Though it still said nothing the lesser of Myrkul's Vein pulled away to merely look on with the others out of view of the windows. They were studious to not interrupt though they did nothing to conceal their pervasive auras of order. The humankind Becca couldn't detect such things and it suited them to ensure that the Aetherkind knew they were watching.

The ductu looked out the window for the moment as if speaking. Ductu's dusty voice then then turned back, "We are aware of Ifrit's attempts to corrupt. Genesis appeared to stifle his advance but we cannot protect an infinite plane at all points. We will do what we can and are also content that humankind does not care for you."

Becca weaved her head to try and see what Ductu was looking at but couldn't sit up. She did comment at the Ductu's tone however, "Ductu! She's not a bad person! If you don't like the Ifrit person either we should totally help! I'll get better soon!"

The Patina-eyed Becca tried her best to sit up and only made it to her elbows, "Um if you fought him did you figure out how they were uh, corrupting the land? I guess? He sounds like a demon."

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Forgotten but happy

Ondona had a small smile when Ductu spoke about humans not caring for her. "How dare you say that to her! Mistress Ondona---" Royka was about to argue however a raised hand silenced him. "Unfortanantly...he is correct Royka. I thank you for not viewing me as bad but I am indeed a forgotten Goddess. But I do not mind it, it's wonderful to go to the realm of mortals to relax. They have many natural beaches, and so many beautiful planets. Without having to do anything, I may be ageless and 'immortal' but I enjoy the fun things in this life of mines." Ondona spoke with a kind smile.

Of course when she mentioned the beach, Royka seemed to tilt his hat even more over his face. But Ondona soon began to answer the second question. "I believe...he was using the planet as an anchor to his presence. And when I did fight him he was controlling time like child's play. My efforts were reversed, and he even duplicated himself. I was scared because as you know I don't fight, and I only just enjoy this life of mines. I wish I could help more but this is what I know...although he can create his own dimension..." Ondona soon thoughtfully drank her tea and ate the delicious cookies.

To Further Humanity

The Emperor nodded to his newfound information. "I see...We shall craft the finest armor here then but for the time being let us discuss what my Imperium is trying to accomplish. To become the leaders of Wing City and colonize a uncloninized galaxy which they have dubbed 'Segmentum Solaris' to finnaly rebuild the Imperium. These two evens are vastly crucial for our success. With a wealth of knowledge on so many species and enemies, and possibly recruiting elite warriors to join our fight against mans enemies. We must make sure nothing sabotages this election, and ensure the colinization of Segmentum Solaris goes well." The Emperor spoke as he began to put new plans into action.

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To balanced ends

Myrkul called a Jinhai busy moving about and redirected it to them. The hooded surface disturbed and dusted as Myrkul gave the Jinhai a new shape. The new body that coalesced was a colorless duplicate of Bristol Stacks about whom Myrkul explained, "A statement of affairs then. Another among that race of leaders for Humankind, Bristol Stacks, wears a Ductu. Humankind Bristol is considered friendly with you Living Emperor, and humankind. The Ductu monitors his health and defends against silent agents of corruption. We do not impugn the free will of humankind. The humankind's agency in goals of leadership is his own. We suggest interacting with humankind Bristol to assuage fears arising belief of the Living Emperor as Aetherkind.We are aware of another in the service of you, Living Emperor, and we have no information of detail as to his presence. We find him... incendiary."

Myrkul continued, "I have disposed as many Jinhai as I am able to Wing city as I am able to sustain across the Way as it now stands. Others such as Ductu are less reliant on the almanac so I dispense them as needed. Jinhai concentrate on Wing City to rebuild its foundations and rekindle as many of the destroyed as is practical. We prefer rekindling of imperial guard over citizens as ever under threat as the city is. Pockets of tainted Humankind remain trapped in rubble but we observe no further Umbralkind. A Zhou containing a Wen remains in the home of Dragonkind known as the Silver City. It expressed an interest to explore that world and so we have granted its limited autonomy. It has dispensed its Wen to one that may serve the aims of protecting Humankind."

The simulacra of Bristol Stacks rose one hand and a single point of light appeared then exploded in a network of fluctuating tethers, "I have expanded the Way as I am able. Most planets near to Terra now have at least one gate by which the Jinhai may travel. The planets of Humankind known as Taiyou and Ashen have proven resilient to gate formation. Once the core gate is established on Cryo I will be able to materialize corporeally anchored beings across the way gates such as soldiers of the imperium. I can move your... psykers as tainted as they may be without significant difficulty. However the Psi-forge near the place called Lorandor has been out of contact with us during the transfer of cognizance crystals with which the Jinhai are to build the core way gate. This would not be unusual for the psi-forge to generate interference however their Way link draws much from my wellspring in this moment without due pause."

The voice remained flat as it ever was, "I grow concerned that the interference is intentional and defenses at the psi-forge are underway. A Jinhai has returned to the altar without motes and is sequestered as it has suffered minor taint. As they are most active it would be unwelcome for the cognizance cube to come under control of Demonkind or Umbralkind. It represents suitable storage to create an unstable tear into reality to tether inside the core way gate and expose the Black Storm."

It paused to check once more, "The psi-forge is obscured to clairvoyance. We observe at a distance in Lorandor that there is a storm overhead. It does not resemble the effects of demonkind currently known to us. The humankind known as Ean is understood to be capable enough at completing the task."

Drained bridges

Ductu's sandy voice ground at Royoka, "You have the ire Aetherkind have earned. When the Fallen Emperor still ruled Aetherkind stood idly by as they destroyed whole cities into lifeless desert. They did nothing as millions fell to Phaerimm drained as all life from the thrones of Mankind. When the Fallen Emperor made a place for a nation to sleep until the Phaerimm could be destroyed Celestialkind sent Demonkind to the holy city to destroy all that slept there. We obey the Emperor's last Dicta, 'Suffer not the will of aetherkind with power they will not defend humankind.'"

The eyes narrowed of Ductu a member of what few creatures wholly from Myrkul's Vein could understand a grudge, "We acknowledge you are less of a threat than demonkind or outerkind. For that, you were last for us to turn to dust like all their armies that came to claim the holy city. The Living Emperor has made a new Dicta of neutrality toward those not humankind. We have not forgotten. We cannot forgive the dereliction of your kind's duties. For this reason only do the lessers of Myrkul's Vein not shoot you Celestialkind on sight."

Becca had only been conscious for a week or so at best. It was hard to tell here if not for her implants having a clock display. The sky never turned to night in Genesis. Becca didn't know what to say Ductu hadn't discussed what she was yet, not really. Becca had an ax to grind with corrupt authorities of wing city but she never considered absentee or corrupt Gods before. How would you even fight that? How would you stop a Diety that turned bad?

Becca looked between Ductu and Odona, "Ductu, that city you protect... it's empty? They killed everyone? They can't all be like that I mean there's got to be some that protect humans. I mean, don't gods kill demons? Why wouldn't they protect all those people?"

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To preserve Balance

"I have no intention of interfering in this election unless something urgent happens. This is for mankind to solve themselves, not me. This election will see who is more worthy of leading the city, if we fail then we don't have the right to continue to interfere in Wing Cities affairs. In which case, we of the Imperium shall shape our path in Segmentum Solaris, we may know mostly war...So at least any hostilities we make will only be directed there from now on..." The Emperor spoke with a firm nod. Win or lose, humanities path shall be made mostly by them.

Of course, the conversation went on. Myrkul was working around, rekindling mostly the guard forces and getting a gate up in Cryo, and informed the Emperor about the psi-forge. "This is rather troubling...If you need assistance I can send help immediantly. We should defend the force lest it fall into the wrong hands. We shall keep our eyes and guard up, and my honor guard will be ready to assist in a moments notice." The Emperor spoke.

A Past Long Ashamed

Before Toyka could be enraged, Ondona raised her hand to quickly silence him. This time, she had a more serious face on. "By order of the council of Celestials...All deities are forbidden from interfering with the mortals in any large scale. The punishment of breaking this rule is severe...Only angels and their kind may interfere with mortal business now..." She responded, this was to clear things up with Becca.

"I heard about Gaia...she was the recent Diety that broke that rule and I know not what happened to her...I know what my kind did was inexcusable...but I cannot say anything...No words would be sufficient...I apologize for my coming here if that stirred up any bad memories...If you ask I shall leave..." Ondona bowed her head low.

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Alisah's rage subsided with a few slow breaths, the Second soon seemed to be contemplating his words. While true, they interfered with what was already pre-established. Their cycle was fair and just, it was the optimal solution. To leave things in the hands of the mortals and lesser gods would put too much to chance. Alisah was uncomfortable with the idea of chance dictating her masterpiece's design. Yet the Unweaver's fool hearty attempts to sunder Her grand design did present an insufferable dilemna. Would she allow her arrogance and hubris to cloud her judgement or would she allow this transgression to lead to the end of all?

The Lioness sat there in deep thought at Leolik's words then she opened her eyes. A look in them would let Leolik know her answer before she even opened her mouth. It was the same look she gave when they created the Cycles in the first place. Neutrality.

"You wish for us to do nothing? To stand aside and allow the lesser species a chance to Create? I do not leave things to such chance Leolik you know this. However what you say has merit and I will abide by your decision this one time. A caveat must be granted if the Weave is to survive. You are correct, if the Void is lost, then you and I would have no reason to work along side each other. We would be back where we were before before the existence of Cycles: My teeth to your throat and my blood on your claws"

The Lioness would hold up a paw to him then soon transformed herself into her usual illusionary guise of that small human child, floating upon the air as if without a care in the world. Three fingers outstretched themselves while a parasol opened above her

"For this to be done, three things must occur. My price for abiding by such a decision and a penance for your sins"

"The first is I wish to plant a tree here in this realm. It will be my gateway to your Light for me to move about as I see fit. I will have unrestricted access to your Savannah and whatever lies here within. This will remain until we are able to pass into Concept"

"The Second, You will open a conduit in your Library to the Twilight Grove. My scribes and scholars will move through this gateway and work alongside your historians. We will share our knowledge and resources together to ensure a controlled transition to the Cycle and protect the Weave from it's Unweaving. This will be so until I decide to sever ties"


A small smile spread over Alisah's face at the third one as she leaned forward in the air to lay upon her stomach.

"The Third, you will transfer three of your most powerful Malakim to me. One of whom shall be Mik'hael and the Guardian Blade he wields. I am embedded in Erebuz's forces and my troops bolster his ranks. The moment I sever our ties, He will come for me. To ensure that I am not destroyed, Mik'hael and the two other Malakim shall become my shield, sword and spell. They shall join the Darkness, be permeated by it and taken into it. They shall no longer know the Light and act as my Heralds on the fields of battle. This will remain so until it is your turn to retake the Cycle. Their purpose is two fold: To defend me from Erebuz and to cleanse the universes I have already claimed of their corruption. The old must be swept clean and purged of taint"

The All Consuming Darkness surged from her eyes as she stood upon the ground and strode towards Leolik and extended a hand towards him.

"This is my price Leolik. If you wish my cooperation and my assistance in this matter, this is what is offered on the table. There shall be no negotiations. Your sins shall be expunged and my ire with you shall be washed clean. Take my hand to accept the wager"

Now Alisah would wait, she knew she had Leolik in a corner. Her footholds would surely aid her in the future of whatever was to happen.

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Nightmares floated around her. Fire ravenged everything, her armor burning away, her sword destroyed, her house gone.

But she had done it for a reason.

To save it all she had to make a sacrifice.

The Spirit Pearls broken their hold on her when she remember jumping into the seething volcano. She had vague memory of the Wen following her, chugging right along on its feet right down into the abyss with her.

Was that making the odd chittering noises at her ?

Crane groaned softly a hand went to her head, no burns, even her black and red sleeve was undamaged, on a whim she called forth gfrom nothing her armor, it sprang into being on gher skin, forming effortless, normally it took a little concentration to do but now it just.... faded into view ??

She heard the Wen chitter again, almost prodding her as she saw the front grill of what had to be a dream. The front grill of a Villager minivan on space dragon steroids was mere inches from her face. Crane smiled and reached up a gentle hand, the armor fading away. using the Wen she got to her feet. The room she found herself was more or less like one of those Animus Loading rooms she was used to when she worked for Abstergo Entertainment so long ago.

But it was just plain whiteness, she heard voices nearby and looked about. Who was speaking ?

Then it happened, like seeing the starfield inside the Wen she was suddenly not in the whitespace anymore but fully awake and confused as she found herself seeing a.... being... of some form really it wasnt easy exactly how to describe what she was seeing. But the Wen seemed more or less submissive to it.

But one man, it had to be a man with that get up, she recognised, mistakenly so, as the man who stabbed her with a powersword only hours before.

But before she could move the memories asasaulted her, from her going with the Wen to the volcano, to jumping in to the searing heat, to the Spirit Pearsl exploding within her, she could feel the energy of each one going off like literal bombs within her at the time as her sword broke apart from the sheer heat and her armor burned away.

But.. how was she here ?

Where was here ?

She was about to ask that same question when the Wen next to her, apparently her mind had gone to work and crafted one to look like her favorite minivan on steroids which stuck near to her like a moth to porchlight. Shopping was gonna be a problem if it wasnt gonna stay in the parking lot.

She looked up however as.... the.... massive.... thing.... Spoke ??

The man in armor she kept wary eyes on, but her focuse was on the Myrkul itself

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As the unknown woman entered the area, The Emperor turned his gaze to face her. "Hmmm?...Another one of those Wen? However there are immediate news currently happening I must address." The massive man spoke before turning to face Myrkul.

"It is known that we now wage war against the Shadow Legion. A great enemy that have access to a dangerous ship that must be destroyed before they cause more needless destruction. My soldiers are preparing to create a massive barricade to surround the enemy. Orbital bombardment will risk the planet so we will destroy them with our current ground forces. My son Rogal Dorn shall ensure the defense line will not break, but he is ensuring the complete safety of the elections in Wing City. I trust you have actions underway to continue your work. We will ensure the safety of Mankind, we will not let any threaten them...however the forces of Chaos make their move...this 'Aschen Empire'...A nation that possesses a grand naval might. However if no action is done Chaos will destroy them..."

"However, they have shot at my soldiers with no warning. Unless they contact me personally we will not assist until the situation requires emergency intervention. If Chaos takes over this Aschen Nation they will posses means to threaten the universe. Hence...We must wait until then..."

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Into the breach?

The Wen followed dutifully as Dicta required it for conduits as Crane went to the volcano. Then it watched her she in turn watched the volcano for a moment. The conflict in dicta began when the conduit leapt into the volcano. While it was bound to allow humankind to kill humankind its native dicta read also to protect the Conduit from damage. Death by immolation most certainly qualified even overly robust mind. Several copies of its own mind debated what it should do about this. It had to allow her to die and it could not allow the conduit to perish. An outsider identity suggested a solution which the slow movement of little available time forced it to accept. If the body must perish the conduit must be prevented from dissolution. The conduit could be preserved.

The owlbear threw its torso downward shattering the rim with the force of its leap toward the conduit. It could feel the body burning away from here the latent image inside its mind screaming about perturbations of the outside person plummeting into lava the objects bound dissolving their tether subsumed into the conduit. As it watched the energetic destruction take over at the mouth of the volcano releasing violent energies the iridescent maw opened wide burning hot toward the melting body around the conduit. Like a missile it targeted the burning star of a conduit energy of the volcano flowing through her and the orbiting objects to affix a new sun inside that endless star field. The storage sufficient to contain a body and all its attendant artifacts utterly destroyed to hold the conduit's shifting starby the expansion as it the Wen adapted.

As the last of the volcano's heart drained in behind the star the Wen's robust if burning frame sent out an urgent beacon. A plea for Myrkul's Vein to recall it and the conduit at all cost. A noisy note of immolating thought that given a moment of attendant notice shooting a gate across the multiverse it answered. Myrkul's Vein shifted the bit of the plane that the Wen occupied in whole into the rekindling vessel below Adolefactus. He set the subbing to rebuild the conduit or shape its healing as the Overbeing couldn't quite see what the shifting light inside represented only at range to quantify the change as progressive damage.

Holding the line

Adolefactus never was far from the Altar. It was one of the perks of having other bodies. His others largely set to tasks of operating the minutiae of the altar or redesigning Jinhai moving through it. Then Myrkul interrupted his freshly tuned altar for an incoming gated Wen who clearly could barely contain whoever it was trying to bring back. What joy. He hurried across the floor of the altar to his position on the control plate connected to the nodes and vessel beneath it. Myrkul's altar took the hit when the incoming psychoportation with nothing but a light shudder but he could feel the maelstrom creak. He shaped the conduit through the Wen stabilizing its formation and protecting it from the bonds of Aetherkind that tried so abnormally hard to chain it down. There were few places where Aetherkind had less control than the inside of Myrkul's Vein and the darkest shadow to them the inside of its altar.

Time dilated for him and the conduit as he shaped it and it took the roll of several years before either of them emerged into normal time. His attention was long but it felt like trying to keep mountain from falling apart while it wore itself into a statue as foreign armies tried to invade it. He was glad when the Wen finally could be prised off the stable conduit and take its physical form though he'd made changes to its interior to accommodate the strange modus the conduit attempted to lay upon it. The Wen was nearly a quarter more massive now and it was all ferromass. The damned free rotating parts were the hardest to shape as he'd ended up bathing the entire heart compartment and most of the under parts in a telekinetic mire for internal support and gave it a small psi-factory to take the inevitable wear.

Something in its makeup changed the conduit reaction chamber but he didn't know what to make of it. The painted technological Wen he thought rather hideous doted on her rather closely. It still clearly fulfilled its duty and had a place in the Almanac under Myrkul's ken so he didn't see much point to argue.

Just out of the garage

The powder-painted Wen bent down making chirps and dings of cut-off warning alarms and bongs from vehicles Crane impressed upon its modus. While they weren't all from the same model the chirping would likely make perfect sense to Crane at least eventually. Its mind was very much larger than it once was but still fairly simple. It wasn't an animalistic intellect anymore.

The speaking if she understood it likely had the cadence of a voice you'd hear from a talking vehicle, "Are you intact, Crane? Please ensure you are in gear before accelerating."

The walls are eyes and ears

Myrkul's attention came by direct emergence of swirling eyes from the ceiling. It observed the new arrival as being of scale categorizing a new creature for the Almanac. It found an alarming characteristic and momentarily considered hostility with a red flare from behind the walls. It then decided the Living Emperor's dicta applied even to Aetherkind as it did to Odona and considered the Aetherkind more closely. The awareness found a curious lack of the bonds that tethered beings to Aetherius and the combined will of the heavens. A curious creature that lacked the cause for the Fallen Emperor's ire against Ao. Thus, it decided that it currently it had no immediate cause against the Aetherkind as with the Aetherkind Odona.

The room echoed with Myrkul's voice channeled firmly. The giant cloaked statue turned its head Myrkul mustering an individuality for a moment thus a voice of its own. Mostly to look upon the newcomer as a show of force against hostile Aetherkind. Its voice was a strong tone still instinctively perturbed at Aetherkind allowed in this important place, "We are made aware of your name, Aetherkind Crane. What is still Wen vouches for your conduct. The Living Emperor's Dicta requires us to give a neutral eye toward the unknown. We see no bonds of Aetherius upon you, Diety. Your will is your own so we permit you in this place but be warned. Deities have fallen in the black storm. To me. Their souls imprisoned in the halls atop my Wellspring around you."

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Into the breach?

The Wen followed dutifully as Dicta required it for conduits as Crane went to the volcano. Then it watched her she in turn watched the volcano for a moment. The conflict in dicta began when the conduit leapt into the volcano. While it was bound to allow humankind to kill humankind its native dicta read also to protect the Conduit from damage. Death by immolation most certainly qualified even overly robust mind. Several copies of its own mind debated what it should do about this. It had to allow her to die and it could not allow the conduit to perish. An outsider identity suggested a solution which the slow movement of little available time forced it to accept. If the body must perish the conduit must be prevented from dissolution. The conduit could be preserved.

The owlbear threw its torso downward shattering the rim with the force of its leap toward the conduit. It could feel the body burning away from here the latent image inside its mind screaming about perturbations of the outside person plummeting into lava the objects bound dissolving their tether subsumed into the conduit. As it watched the energetic destruction take over at the mouth of the volcano releasing violent energies the iridescent maw opened wide burning hot toward the melting body around the conduit. Like a missile it targeted the burning star of a conduit energy of the volcano flowing through her and the orbiting objects to affix a new sun inside that endless star field. The storage sufficient to contain a body and all its attendant artifacts utterly destroyed to hold the conduit's shifting starby the expansion as it the Wen adapted.

As the last of the volcano's heart drained in behind the star the Wen's robust if burning frame sent out an urgent beacon. A plea for Myrkul's Vein to recall it and the conduit at all cost. A noisy note of immolating thought that given a moment of attendant notice shooting a gate across the multiverse it answered. Myrkul's Vein shifted the bit of the plane that the Wen occupied in whole into the rekindling vessel below Adolefactus. He set the subbing to rebuild the conduit or shape its healing as the Overbeing couldn't quite see what the shifting light inside represented only at range to quantify the change as progressive damage.

Holding the line

Adolefactus never was far from the Altar. It was one of the perks of having other bodies. His others largely set to tasks of operating the minutiae of the altar or redesigning Jinhai moving through it. Then Myrkul interrupted his freshly tuned altar for an incoming gated Wen who clearly could barely contain whoever it was trying to bring back. What joy. He hurried across the floor of the altar to his position on the control plate connected to the nodes and vessel beneath it. Myrkul's altar took the hit when the incoming psychoportation with nothing but a light shudder but he could feel the maelstrom creak. He shaped the conduit through the Wen stabilizing its formation and protecting it from the bonds of Aetherkind that tried so abnormally hard to chain it down. There were few places where Aetherkind had less control than the inside of Myrkul's Vein and the darkest shadow to them the inside of its altar.

Time dilated for him and the conduit as he shaped it and it took the roll of several years before either of them emerged into normal time. His attention was long but it felt like trying to keep mountain from falling apart while it wore itself into a statue as foreign armies tried to invade it. He was glad when the Wen finally could be prised off the stable conduit and take its physical form though he'd made changes to its interior to accommodate the strange modus the conduit attempted to lay upon it. The Wen was nearly a quarter more massive now and it was all ferromass. The damned free rotating parts were the hardest to shape as he'd ended up bathing the entire heart compartment and most of the under parts in a telekinetic mire for internal support and gave it a small psi-factory to take the inevitable wear.

Something in its makeup changed the conduit reaction chamber but he didn't know what to make of it. The painted technological Wen he thought rather hideous doted on her rather closely. It still clearly fulfilled its duty and had a place in the Almanac under Myrkul's ken so he didn't see much point to argue.

Just out of the garage

The powder-painted Wen bent down making chirps and dings of cut-off warning alarms and bongs from vehicles Crane impressed upon its modus. While they weren't all from the same model the chirping would likely make perfect sense to Crane at least eventually. Its mind was very much larger than it once was but still fairly simple. It wasn't an animalistic intellect anymore.

The speaking if she understood it likely had the cadence of a voice you'd hear from a talking vehicle, "Are you intact, Crane? Please ensure you are in gear before accelerating."

The walls are eyes and ears

Myrkul's attention came by direct emergence of swirling eyes from the ceiling. It observed the new arrival as being of scale categorizing a new creature for the Almanac. It found an alarming characteristic and momentarily considered hostility with a red flare from behind the walls. It then decided the Living Emperor's dicta applied even to Aetherkind as it did to Odona and considered the Aetherkind more closely. The awareness found a curious lack of the bonds that tethered beings to Aetherius and the combined will of the heavens. A curious creature that lacked the cause for the Fallen Emperor's ire against Ao. Thus, it decided that it currently it had no immediate cause against the Aetherkind as with the Aetherkind Odona.

The room echoed with Myrkul's voice channeled firmly. The giant cloaked statue turned its head Myrkul mustering an individuality for a moment thus a voice of its own. Mostly to look upon the newcomer as a show of force against hostile Aetherkind. Its voice was a strong tone still instinctively perturbed at Aetherkind allowed in this important place, "We are made aware of your name, Aetherkind Crane. What is still Wen vouches for your conduct. The Living Emperor's Dicta requires us to give a neutral eye toward the unknown. We see no bonds of Aetherius upon you, Diety. Your will is your own so we permit you in this place but be warned. Deities have fallen in the black storm. To me. Their souls imprisoned in the halls atop my Wellspring around you."

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Crane reached a calm gentle hand towards what had to be her new Wen, the beeps and honks as if from a car alarm followed by the telltale click-chirp-chirp of a car alarm activating by keyring were heard, gently patting the front hood of the Wen it felt smooth, like a new car's untainted hood. This being her Wen it felt... special, important.

her attention however when the name, Dorn was said, her eyes went to where she heard the name before finding herself standing directly next to the God Emperor. Well shoot, another one just like the guy that beat her to a absolute pulp and left her for dead after stabbing her. Weapons and armor looked like the guy too. Her arms were crossed as she leaned back somewhat nochalantly against her Wen as it supported her with a happy sounding click-chirp-chirp.

"The one that beat me... who wished to kill someone.... innocent ?.... is your son ?" She was completely confused, sure she had a bone to pick with the guy for nearly killing her, but now that she had free riegn of the Spirit Pearls, they werent just inhabiting her anymore.

She turned towards the second voice, the one that adressed her directly. Without thinking it she driopped to one knee, her hands in a salute as if in prayer with her head bowed. The voice of Myrkul seemed to also have an affect on her Wen as well as it seemed to also bow on its front struts. To Myrkul she said simply "I thank you. I do not know how I got here, I know only of what I remember doing.... there was no other means to stop the volcano... I did only ehat I felt was right. I gave myself willfully to the Pearls"

As she spoke the six spirit pearls floated around her freely in various colors as memories once more assailed her from every direction. She had given herself freely to the Spirit Pearls, and they dictated that she was to jump into the volcano to stop it entirely. So then it was stopped, completely. No more ash, no more fire.

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A Vision...

His son attacking her? Now this got his attention. "So you have met one of my Sons Rogal Dorn before, however it seems he may have attacked you...I must see this situation beforehand..." The Emperor decided to investigate on this matter.

Raising a hand into the air, he channeled his massive psychic potential and began to peer into Dorns memories...There...The time of the Volcanic disaster...A few months ago...

There was his son with a few Astarte's, the Geomancer was out of control and unknown forces were assailing them from a strange fog. They were defending the out of control Geomancer then...There a shadowy figure in the fog...His son reacted quickly and attacked...

A woman was nearly killed, the woman that was in this very room. "I see...some unfortunate circumstances has led to my son nearly killing you...I can only apologies on his behalf, however my son is not here at this moment. He is currently on Terra overseeing the Wing City Elections and ensuring all defenses are in place. I can see why you would seek him out. But...I could already see how you came here, stopping the volcano from waking again. A noble gesture for a planet. So...what do you want? Clearly you hold some ill will to my son." The man spoke calmly as he faced Crane.

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Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."

The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.

The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.

The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.

Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.

Watchful eye

Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer.

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Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."

The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.

The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.

The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.

Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.

Watchful eye

Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer. It silently engaged Adolefactus to move to the Living Emperor's side to impart any knowledge about the new Aetherkind he required.

Adolefactus' sandals tapped beside the Emperor hands behind his back ragged chainmail robe clinking. He noted idly with little appreciation for protocol or rank than the rest of Myrkul's subbeings had, "'Coming here' is perhaps too mild. The Wen requested an emergency shift on behalf of this fair lady. We cut the locus of the drained volcano out of reality. It's still somewhere in there, I suspect, or at least its power. I kept the other deities out and turned the potters wheel more than rekindled her."

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Nuria just looked over at the newcomer making a weary sigh lacking the energy for much else. She looked back once to the Primarchs then the Emperor, "Myrkul, Emperor, Sons. I can assist with the shadows but today my well of power is seared at the edges from clearing the egress. I must recover here in the altar."

The red haired warrior looked at the giant statue where a single spark of mind resides in Myrkul's Vein that knew what she needed. Shortly a part of marble wall pulled away to reveal a small normal-looking room added there with a window that shone like daylight. A small window more a lit box that Myrkul channeled daylight into illusion of the grasslands far below. The anteroom had a curious lack of anything to hold her armor or her weapon its contents seemed far too mundane in nature than a barrack. Tables, chests, books, and documents littered the room.

The armor was to be disposed elsewhere as the back of it split and cracked around the flared long red hair as if it were the tether that held it together. Olive skin emerged out of the lantern armor as she stepped out of it backward. Nothing underneath the lantern armor but that flowing red hair with muscles hard like a weapon's contours as she emerged from the sheath otherwise bare. There were distended tears in her legs, severe burns, and an exposed rib that marred her back which smoulders in embers of red light. More tolerant to injury than most Mada the burns moved and flexed fighting off the latent effects of channeling Myrkul's maelstrom inversion.

The engram blade in her hand came with it as she pulled the haft through it parting the material of her sleeve. the armor stood in place on its own knitting closed as she left it. A Jinhai moved up to escort the standing armor elsewhere as she walked over it toward the room. The sword she edged toward the floor to let it go on the point. The blade tottered to balance upright though the floor shuddered slightly as if the weight were a building settling on Myrkul's foundation.

Nuria tottered toward the bed inside moving some things out of the way then collapsed onto it leaving the door open behind her. A number of Jinhai moved into the room and took places to channel a field of stability for her body to purge the effects of using the engram blade to full effect. The armor, hollow now but still standing, looked back then took a place beside the door.

Watchful eye

Myrkul simply watched as the Living Emperor interacted with the newcomer. Myrkul kept its own council nodding silently at the Living Emperor then returning the statue to its former inert structure. A nearby Jinhai turned to watch as Myrkul moved the spark of individuality inside it seen by the lack of their normally bright grey eyes. It removed a large leatherbound book from within the robe paging through the Almanac to find the place where in its knowledge where memories intersected the geomancer. It silently engaged Adolefactus to move to the Living Emperor's side to impart any knowledge about the new Aetherkind he required.

Adolefactus' sandals tapped beside the Emperor hands behind his back ragged chainmail robe clinking. He noted idly with little appreciation for protocol or rank than the rest of Myrkul's subbeings had, "'Coming here' is perhaps too mild. The Wen requested an emergency shift on behalf of this fair lady. We cut the locus of the drained volcano out of reality. It's still somewhere in there, I suspect, or at least its power. I kept the other deities out and turned the potters wheel more than rekindled her."

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Crane turned her attention towards the massive man. Somehow his own height became hers as she regarded him. Herarms once more crossed as he spoke. Apology ? No she did not want that, so he knew she had ill will towards him ? That didnt matter either. She was tempted, albiet briefly to attack the man, but instead just shook her head "That wont be needed. Your son left me for dead, the one you call.... Dorn.... If it were not for a young man, and the Wen,. who saved my life, I would not be here, and the volcano would have destroyed the world"

She smirked then "Your son failed in his duty. At first he beat me down. Then left.... But as I stood up.... he used something...... cold... to stab me..... to kill me." The smirk turned briefly to laughter then "I want a rematch, he picks the place."

She turned towards the nearby Jinhai whom she figured, and rather felt Myrkul move into apparently as the soft grey eyes blazoed briefly with white tinted gold. "By your leave I may go ?" The Wen behind her Chirp-Chirped at her, which then she corrected herself "We.... may go ?" She asked to Myrkul.

The sooner she got back to Rick, to show him she was OK, the better

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The Emperor slowly nodded, so that's what she was after. A simple duel? Against a Primarch in one on one combat? Well, she was certainly brave he would give that to her. "As you wish, if you wish to duel my son then so be it. We don't have many areas on Terra to duel so a Galaxy known as Segmentum Solaris will suffice. Once these elections are done you shall have your duel. And that Volcano? I will agree that it could have destroyed the world if left unattended. So I have nothing left to speak of. When the time comes I will bring you to the arena." The man replied.

It would be good for his sons to have a chance to fight in a duel. However their duty came first, however a match that may have honor between two opponents between it. This he had to see.

The Emperor soon faced Nuria. "Our battle will take a long while to finish. There is no need to rush. A great war is not won in a single day, but after careful preparations and time.