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Knowledge upon the shoulders of giants

Upon Akio's thanks the Jinhai did not respond with no interest in appreciation instead attending focus to quietly shaping the ginsu tree. They did not interfere with a mind as the Ductu's psi-seed was for such things. Theirs was to passively serve but still they inferred. A contemplative watch from the edge of the mind's valley constructing defenses against storms outside. Such as the thin layer of silicon plates insulating Akio from electrical earth. They harvested dust and dirt wherever Akio put his feet leaving pure shapes where his footsteps had been. They knew where EM fields raged there was hostile conductance and little else of what went on. Motes adapted to conditions at developed contemplation by the whole. Still, motes of Jinhai were nonlinear things of order when working toward terrible concerts of energy potentials.

His chest and shoulder had interests all their own as ripples of psi conductance poured toward them. Ignorant of tensing mountains of muscle and bedstone supported underneath sparks raced along the ridge from their own points of mustering power. It located wells of force away from Akio's own as not to interfere with them in circuitous paths taken around moving spiritual force. At the shoulder's focus point from a warm lump under his clothes alit a psiblade from Akio's own motor memory the thought twitching to deflect away a blow from tentacles. The thin line of sharpness wavered at the fringes of voluntary mind before sheathing back to mind.

The ridges of dust formed on his chest did what it must as the deeper darkness of those tentacles had to be repelled from washing over the peaks and into Akio. Designs and tactics took place from one moment to another as a war between destructive potentials raged ignorant of the battle going on in their sky. Jinhai took some damage keeping their line but they did not purge corruption by fortification but by extinction. Akio's hand glowed with Jinhai building a sacrificial roads alongside his own the result glowing veins there like the target of a lightning strike. As the pattern enfolded corruptive energy left behind by the tendrils was its own potential. Motes leapt at the hazardous material self-immolating both into psionic energy in growing from waves of minutely different individuals mounting sacrificial counter-casting transmutations. A searing bolt of potential arcs from the locus point up toward Akio's shoulder. The rings surrounding the impact site an impatient cloud ready to transmute raw death into a bolt of disintegration dispatched by Akio's sword. Jinhai felt both Akio and the sword could survive conductance of the impending suffering. Feral arcane things of this like had to get out one way or another before corruption rematerialized lest it worsen the minor punishment it unleashed upon itself.

Behind Ean's force and will

Jinhai's response in Ean's ear remained calm and succinct as the wind died down behind the repulsar, "We are as yet inexperienced with the flow of your weapon. We appreciate knowledge at appropriate times."

The figure in the distance clad all in a dense metal weave swung a censer bleeding a crimson cloud that smelled of gunpowder, ozone, blood. A thing of iron will that was hard to place but for the odor of war. She sang a hymn of the fallen emperor in netherese the long dead language of their fallen emperor. Lilting her hymn sang by powerful voice shadows in her presence seared like fog at daylight several meters away so close to the living emperor as she was. Everything beyond the material plane shredded by her disjunctive wind an indiscriminate weapon against trans-dimensional aetherkind. The strike of her censer against weaker citizens or creatures either freed them into the peace of death or to survive into suffering to live as pure creatures. Dogs that turned to their living counterparts as the repulsar gale blew everything away. Interrupted in her hymn shadows returned as the ferroplasm helmet smashed backward hard into the concrete.

She rubbed her head the lilting girlish voice whining a little as Ean helped her up, "Eeeeh. Your force locuses really hurt. Oh! My brothers say you're a carrier? If this Aetherkind is here we totally need to move our things out of his reach!"

Her svelte legs disembodied their muscles partly to a whirling black smoke as she floated to her feet censer again a raging red, "Then let's go. Call me Plinth, I'll force the way through! For the Living Emperor!"