In this world, Magic is Everything. All people, all races, are granted with the power to perform mystical and magical feats via grimories, mystical tomes granted to each and every child on their 15th birthday. Those blessed by the mana can have their names written down in legend.
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To Ardere and Hania: [break][break] A sick, twisted smile crept across the icy cerulean lips owned by Leviathan. Hania likely thought he was rejecting the Daemon's words but he was only confirming what he already knew; the man was strong. Not strong in the same sense that Ardere and Zaven were--no, a far cry from that brand of power. [break][break] You think I killed them? No. I may have taken this place as my own, but they killed themselves. With their greed and their pride they stay here--at the bottom of the sea. And so do I, King of this emptiness. But in every void, there was once a star. It was at this moment that Leviathan began to notice the mana welling up inside of Ardere, who he had just sent into his own memories. Interesting. There was not much time to react to the blade coming his way but he did manage to dodge the majority of the blade, only a small scar being left across his cheek which was instantly cauterized by the blazing sword. [break][break] Hmph. Salamander. I imagined you'd have woken up sooner. Ripping a blade of blood out of the air, he prepared to counter the Dragon's next attack with his own Archmage weapon: Blood Memory: Lost Trident! Snarling back at the Main Spirit, Leviathan was amused by the Dragon's antics, but he did not underestimate him. The four Grand spirits were not enemies to be trifled with, but even knew that without the Kasai's power he was handicapped. His only hope was to hold him off while he performed his work on Hania. Blood Memory: Fallen. Targeting the Vice Captain with an Illusory spell of Grand Level while he combatted Salamander, he held his ground. The Ravencrest would notice something was wrong with this Illusion magic, it was not normal. Blood was beginning to flood the floor beneath their feet as projections from Hania's memory, specifically Daemonic ones would make themselves known. With his high level Sensory it would be easy to see through such an illusion, but he'd get the feeling that if even a drop of that blood touched him, things would not go in his favor. Salamander would get the same feeling and if he did not dodge or block the blood Trident coming his way, he too would be in peril. [break] [break] [break] [break] To Zaven: [break][break] Lucifer sighed. Chuckling to himself. You probably shouldn't. But I'm your best bet of reaching your friends. You and I now want the same thing; to stop my brother. If he gets what he wants, neither of us do. The Daemon of Pride could feel Zaven's anger and hatred towards him, but he also felt that deep pit of pride in the Golden Dawn Captain. What do you know? Nero asked, glaring at the Daemon. This domain is different than mine. Leviathan has spent all of his time strengthening this place. He commands no Legions, no other Daemon serve him. He is alone here. And that's why he's so fucking annoying. This City is weakening our magic. The closer we get to the center, the more you'll notice it. If we get hit with one of his Blood Memories, let's just say it wouldn't be good for you. They are physical illusions. Even if you see through them, you can still get hit by them. This whole place is one big Blood Memory. Lucifer was a manipulative bastard but he was not lying, even if this did keep things in his favor. [break][break] Nero stepped in front of Zaven and held a hand covered in Void magic out. Perhaps we should bring him with us. He may be of use. Looking to the Golden Dawn Captain with sincerity in his eyes, he tried to reassure him. Taking his hand down, he turned back to the Daemon with an anger in his eyes that Nero almost never expressed. But if you betray us, Daemon--I'll make you wish for a quick death. [break][break] Lucifer smirked. Don't worry Wizard King, you two are strong but you're not my prey now. Let's get moving. We need to go quickly if you want to help your friends and if I'm going to teach my stupid brother a lesson! This was not a good situation for either Nero or Zaven to be in, but they did not have much choice. The city around them was collapsing, littered with thousands of dead bodies. They'd soon feel their mana being affected. Ardere and Hania would need help if they were going to succeed. Getting there was a whole other challenge. [break][break] If they chose to move forward with Lucifer, they'd find themselves in the streets of Atlantis. There were no enemies to fight, only the forgotten and damned. As they watched the streets, they'd see their own memories wander the alleys, walk behind the windows. Was their mind playing tricks on them or was Lucifer right?
[attr="class","haniascroll"]Hania remained unmoving from his position a mere few feet away from the daemon in front of him, he could only hope that his words had reached his captain and that his partner's words had reached the slumbering spirit within. It was a long shot but it was one he needed to attempt nonetheless if he hoped to get him back in some kind of breathing order. He was completely unaware that he had just been tested and not to see if he would sacrifice others to get ahead. No. He was testing for something completely different and it seemed his actions or lack there in had given him the answer he had wanted. Hania lifted his left hand to stroke Amostia's chest lightly seemingly calm the entire time as all he could do was wait and see what would happen next.
"Are you trying to tell me that you done nothing to these people?" he would ask hearing the aquatic daemon's response to him, he turned his eyes slightly towards Ard for a moment but not enough to be picked up on unless you knew his mannerisms. "You want me to believe that a metropolis became a mass grave due to pride, greed and envy?" he sighed silently "I believe that indeed might be the case, however, I do not believe that you didn't give them a little push towards their untimely demise's, so, why not tell me what exactly happened?" he had to admit he was curious about the entire situation, it also bought a little time for ard to come to his senses or Salamander to wake from his slumber. He honestly didn't care which happened first at this point, it was a dangerous game they where playing and he somehow knew there was no use attempting illusions on the foe before him.
"King of the emptiness... sounds like you're attempting to compensate for your shortcomings" he said lowering his hand from his partner "It's fine all beings are flawed, daemons more than most." his tone was calm the entire time he spoke almost as if he was having a friendly debate with a friend. "And your incorrect, a void is an absence of anything so there would have never been a single star let alone anything else within it at any point." his words where quite matter of fact on this topic. Hania began to feel a familiar yet odd mana beginning to swell and flare from Ard's position making him once again move his eyes slightly to see what was going on. It would turn out that were he believed he hadn't reached his captain's mind Amostia had managed to reach Salamander's and that was at least some good news.
"That's not a spirit dive..." he said noticing the change in ard's appearance but the fire behind the eyes wasn't Ard's, he knew his captain's mana signature and his flames. It was then that he heard what was and wasn't his captain's voice. There was a second voice with it-- deeper and raspy, he had never heard it before so didn't move at current as he wasn't entirely sure what was going on 'Amostia, what's going on?' he sent to his companion 'You're right it isn't a dive, Salamander is taking a turn at the wheel if I was to hazard a guess. Last time one of the greater four done that and didn't have enough mana stored... well... there's a reason Sylph hasn't been seen in a while.' he sent back to Hania 'They tend only to do it if there is little option left open to them and their partner is in danger' he finished.
Amostia bowed his head hearing Salamander's words "If it wasn't for my partner's knowledge on your language I wouldn't have been able to rouse you." the ice spirit informed the fire spirit. It was without another word that Salamander had not only called on one of Ard's strongest spells but attacked Leviathan. He had seen it coming and so had managed to dodge without gaining damage, however, it seemed as if Leviathan hadn't been so lucky though it seemed like it had only grazed his cheek. It was at this point of distraction that Leviathan decided to cast a spell that targetted the ice mage. His hand going to his head as he felt himself getting overwhelmed by a vivid and painful flash. "Wha-" He dropped one knee as he tried to breath through it.
'Hania focus!' the ice spirit called to his partner, he could tell whatever was going on it was causing severe pain and discomfort for the teen. 'I knew this was a bad idea.' the spirit thought to himself. The flash was longer than what Hania was use to, it was an old battlefield going by the armor being worn it had to be around five hundred or so years ago. He was trying to take as much information as he could without losing himself but that was a short amount of time and it was running out quickly 'Are you sure this is how it should be? look around more... what's wrong here?' he heard a woman's voice within his mind speak while trying to work out what was going on because most of his senses where making him believe what he was experiencing was true. "Wait..." his eyes shot up to the sky "This battle... it wasn't fought in the day but under a blood moon eclipse..." he said starting to stand on unsteady legs.
He was hoping that he was correct but there was only way to know for sure. He moved his left hand out while his right went to his chest soon enough hovering above his left hand a snowflake of ice appeared, from it a heavy ice like mist fell from it and creeped out. Soon enough the snowflake moved to be flat, from that a highly detailed three dimensional model of the area made of ice seems to form from the iceflake. Looking over everything in the map it was nothing like he was currently seeing allowing him to break the illusion. He was still breathing hard "That was not pleasant and would rather it never happen again." his tone was still as stoic as ever but the under tone would show he was irritated.
"Tshiss iss ghaig thi dh trrikkash. Ve kin't ghi ifterr shinn sheit-han tie thi shiss tittlh drrhavessss. Shhi vhaalt dh exdektig I tinkerr ittikk int I tikk ittikk sshi tsheah't dh khanndletelash shaat shaf tshh kuaesstihan. It leivess iss vitsh in ittikk frrhann idhavh dat iss shh nhavss ihhai irrh tshh shanh iktivh shh't exdekt tshit thahi silinninterr" he said to the fire spirit 'Why couldn't it have shown me something useful' he thought to himself 'The dead envy the living for they long for what they have lost.' he heard the female voice once more "dleisss sheirr nnh shaat silinninterr, vh kin nhat iffharrt thi ittikk shinn tirrektlash. Ve nnasst ittikk tshh teit tshit irrh vitshin tshh viterr. I delievh tshit tsheash irrh vshit irrh givig shinn shiss sstrrengtsh. Tshh teit envash tshh livig iss vh shivh vshit tsheash nhi lhangerr dhassssessss int vill neverr dh idlh thi shadtiin igiin. Kshirritash iss tshh shaddhassit shaf envah, sshi let'ss dh kshirritidlh int shelt tshh teit tissss shan thi tshh ifterrlifh" he finished hoping that the other understood without alerting Leviathan.
Combat Summary
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TL;DR
Tshiss iss ghaig thi dh trrikkash. Ve kin't ghi ifterr shinn sheit-han tie thi shiss tittlh drrhavessss. Shhi vhaalt dh exdektig I tinkerr ittikk int I tikk ittikk sshi tsheah't dh khanndletelash shaat shaf tshh kuaesstihan. It leivess iss vitsh in ittikk frrhann idhavh dat iss shh nhavss ihhai irrh tshh shanh iktivh shh't exdekt tshit thahi silinninterr.
Translation:
This is going to be tricky. We can't go after him head-on due to his battle prowess. He would be expecting a pincer attack and a back attack so they'd be completely out of the question. It leaves us with an attack from above but as he knows you are the one active he'd expect that to Salamander.
dleisss sheirr nnh shaat silinninterr, vh kin nhat iffharrt thi ittikk shinn tirrektlash. Ve nnasst ittikk tshh teit tshit irrh vitshin tshh viterr. I delievh tshit tsheash irrh vshit irrh givig shinn shiss sstrrengtsh. Tshh teit envash tshh livig iss vh shivh vshit tsheash nhi lhangerr dhassssessss int vill neverr dh idlh thi shadtiin igiin. Kshirritash iss tshh shaddhassit shaf envah, sshi let'ss dh kshirritidlh int shelt tshh teit tissss shan thi tshh ifterrlifh
Translation:
Please hear me out Salamander, we can not afford to attack him directly. We must attack the dead that are within the water. I believe that they are what are giving him his strength. The dead envy the living as we have what they no longer possess and will never be able to obtain again. Charity is the opposite of envy, so let's be charitable and help the dead pass on to the afterlife.
Name of Spell: Xar'zith mapat'drachim Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Senior ¦ Sensory ¦ Map Range & Speed: 40m (+sensory x2) ¦ 40 m/s Mana Cost: 30 ¦ 15 Stats Effected: +9 Sensory Applicable Perks: Elemental Oddity Description:[break] Hania activates this spell by holding his left hand out while his right goes to his chest hovering above his left hand a snowflake of ice appears, from it a heavy ice like mist falls from it and creeps out to its maximum allowed range. When it reaches the range it is able to the ice shaped like a snowflake moves to be flat, from that a highly detailed three dimensional model of the area made of ice seems to form from the iceflake. Effigy of those in the area are shown within the map with enemies being made of black ice, allies of frosted ice and neutral parties of clear ice. Above the effigy a number of snowflakes of ice will appear, the stronger mana the effigy representing holds the more snowflakes will be above it. (1 for junior, 2 for intermediate, 3 for senior, 4 for grand and 5 for archmage). The snowflakes will be of matching colour to the effigy itself.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] Hearing that the daemon was their best bet in reaching his friends he scoffed and laughed, albeit a little more nefarious sounding with a tone of cynicism Zaven looked at the daemon and did not lower his blade. ”My friends…my friends have all gone…the only one here I wish to see returned is Ardere…the other Crimson Lion…I know nothing about them other than rumors, reports and the like. As for your traitorus kin, do not worry…I will slay them even if it is the last thing I do.” He answered back quickly as Nero processed the statement and then asked him what he knew. That was when Zaven and Nero were given a quick explanation of Leviathan’s domain and why there was no immediate opposition. This looked like it was Atlantis, but at another time…was this after everything had happened with the past daemon scourge…or was this something more sinister? Either way Zaven was ready to kill whatever stood in his way. [break][break]
When Nero stepped between the two parties Zaven sighed as he knew this would mean that they would have to make a deal with this bastard to move forward. Nero suggested that they should bring him with them and the Shadow of Dawn nodded in agreement as he saw the look in the wizard king’s eyes…there was not a shred of ill will, but there was a shift as he turned his attention back to Lucifer as the words of Nero rang inside of his ears causing the captain to smirk as he was amused with this movement. This wizard king was much more ruthless than he remembered. [break][break]
A moment later and Lucifer spoke, reassuring them…or at least trying to do so and Zaven felt his soul burn as Hraban floated near his shoulder. He felt as if the darkness was tugging at him even more than it was before. Was what the daemon’s that attacked his party while they trained had said true, or was this just another puzzle of an illusion he had allowed himself to become embedded in? [break][break]
Zaven and Nero would walk with Lucifer as they found themselves moving towards the center of Atlantis, the streets were devoid of life, as his eyes wandered he noticed a few scenes from his childhood. Or at least he thought it was from his childhood, the scenes made him recall certain things he thought he knew, but was finding himself drawing blanks. ”So Leviathan feeds off of the memories of others?” He asked as he was trying to understand what was happening.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Ardere was lost. No. Not lost--he was wandering in an endless hallway beyond the abyss of memories and consciousness. Where would he find himself at the end of this arduous journey? This he did not know. His mind had proved inescapable in this past year. For once, he wanted to live in the moment and not be stuck in his past. [break][break] Your mistakes and failures have a way of following you, but what you do with the weight of that is what determines who you are. You can let it crush you--or you can carry it until you forget that its even there. Eventually, you'll be stronger than you were before. [break][break] His father's words echoed through the chasms of his mind, eventually finding their way to his ears. Would they be enough to awaken him from this eternal slumber? [break][break] Meanwhile, Salamander found himself engaging in battle with Leviathan. After exchanging a few blows, the Spirit leaped backwards onto the bloodied ground. Amostia's words managed to reach him, in his native tongue once again. Admittedly, it had been some time since he'd heard his own language, nonetheless he continued to focus on the battle. Ardere was the only thing that mattered now. He'd gone through too many partners to let this one fall into the dirt. [break][break] Ardere was damaged, but he was strong. Stronger than even he remembered. Salamander knew this and this strength, this loss they felt together is what bound them in a fated partnership. They were fated to fight together for a hundred years. This is what the King of Dragons believed. There was much more growing to do for the both of them and they were not losing to some Daemon in a bastardized Atlantis. He could not imagine the disgust Undine would have for this place. So he'd desecrate the dead if he had to, in this altered reality--this parallel world. Understood. [break][break] Extending the God Killer to its maximum range, with one twirl Salamander managed to incinerate dozens of bodies. This skyscraper of a sword was more than enough to deal massive damage to their surroundings with a single blow. He only hoped this move was not so easily punishable by Leviathan. If you can hold his attention for a moment, I'll take away his strength. In the blood, Salamander saw his memories. As an Elder spirit, he had many. Pausing for a moment, he remembered his former Masters, his former love. He remembered everything in the blood-laden memories. But he did not recourse, he did not surrender nor did he step away. Salamander had one lesson to teach Ardere; run face first into your failures, into your past and accept it. Salamander did just that. Leaping into his memories, he began swinging the sword wildly to destroy as much of Leviathan's power source as possible. Not once did he give in to the memories. [break][break] It was in this realization that the Dragon called out to the Spirit and Man below. It's not just the bodies. It's the memories. Even our own. You have to forsake them. No matter what he shows you. He's feeding off of us too.
Name of Spell: King's Arsenal: God Killer[break] Elemental Type: Fire[break] Rank & Spell Type: Archmage - Attack Creation[break] Range & Speed: 300 m | 125 m/s[break] Mana Cost: 64 (32)[break] Stats Effected: +16 Power[break] Applicable Perks: Battle Knight, Mana Conservationist[break] Description: Ardere creates a katana in his hands out of pure flames. Generally the katana is of the standard length of a meter, but the user can extend that katana to a length of 300 meters at a speed of 125 m/s. This can be used for near instant piercing attacks, or even to just cut gargantuan and titanic sized enemies into pieces. A direct hit from this sword without the protection of mana skin will instantly kill you. If you manage to survive, any limbs it cuts off just turn to ash. This sword has the ability to turn a building into a pile of rubble and ash in a matter of seconds.
To Ardere and Hania: [break][break] You seem to have missed my point but it is alright--you'll soon understand. All around the mages, blood began to bubble upwards in streams. Turning into forms and memories, the entire area surrounding them was filled with it. As Salamander began to destroy them, Leviathan could only help but laugh. Your efforts are fruitless, Dragon. You can't destroy memories, no truly. Nevertheless, with each one that the Spirit destroyed, Leviathan could feel it in his heart. How could a Spirit with no Master conjure up such strength? He was curious to find out now. He yearned to see what truly lies beneath that veneer of strength and honor. What memories are hiding beneath that pale skin? [break][break] Leviathan charged Salamander, twirling his trident in one hand as he ran in for a barrage of attacks. The blood bubbling around them began to boil as his power reached its apex. He would not be stopped. They would not destroy his precious memories! They were his. All of them. The happy ones. The sad ones. The memories he had with Father. Leviathan felt his armor begin to crack--not the literal armor, but the one he wore over his heart. There was one memory he'd been trying to forget; being human. He could not escape it fully, no matter how deep into the darkness he went. So today, he'd fall into the end of the Abyss he so longed for. Blood Memory: Sorrow's Rain! It began to rain blood down upon them, here far below the sea if that were even possible. To the two Spirit/Mage duos, this rain would massively irritate their skin. But to the bloodied memories and the bodies of the dead floating in shadowed waters; it would heal them. If Salamander was going to destroy these memories, he'd need the power of his partner. And if Hania planned on attacking Leviathan, he was in for a Hell of a fight. [break] [break] [break] [break] To Zaven: [break][break] In a sense; yes. Lucifer responded to Zaven's statement as the trio entered the Hellish landscape of what was once an alternate Atlantis. There are memories only your blood can remember. That's what he believes anyways. He can make you remember things you'd long since forgotten. In terms of raw power, he is probably the strongest of all of my brothers. But his power comes from such a fickle source. There is an easy way to beat him. [break][break] And what is that? Nero asked, keeping a close watch on the Daemon. You just have to kill your own memories. Bury them alive if you have to. And then he has nothing to draw from. Lucifer smirked to himself, as if the idea of killing his own memories seemed appealing to his Daemonic sensibilities. Yes but is he not also drawing power from those? Nero said pointing to the thousands of bodies they could now see floating around the Royal Palace, as blood began to boil around them. Yes, but that power has long since waned. The memories of the living are much stronger than those of the dead. He needs you to reach his full potential and finally impress Father. Hmph. Idiot. Lucifer knew Leviathan's plan, but it wasn't going to work. And there was one reason for that; Hania. Even he could sense it. Hania wasn't going to be held back. Ardere and Zaven were too beholden to the past. If they were going to even stand a chance, they'd have to do the impossible. So their fate rested one the Vice Captain now. But this part Lucifer would not unveil to them. [break][break] Their memories were beginning to get erratic as they crossed the street. Soldiers from old battles began to rise up from the ground, formed of blood and anger. They were not here to attack the group directly, but invoke memories from them. Zaven would have his own memories from the Forgotten Tower to bother him, while those from the prior Diamond War would haunt Nero. He'd been alive long enough to fight in two wars, the former of which left a heavy imprint on him. He remembered his friends, how they fell. His void magic was not strong enough to protect them. Was it strong enough to protect Clover now? He did not know. I apologize Zaven. I may be holding us back here. I will try not to moving forward. But...the past has a way of catching up with you, doesn't it? Nero sighed. I don't know what will happen to you or Ardere in the years to come but I can tell, it has changed you. Even so. Know that you do make me proud. Wherever we are, in this derelict place, you both remind me of the strength we have. But now I am afraid I will have to forsake those memories, lest we fall into darkness. Nero wiped his glasses with a cloth from inside his vest, looking up to Zaven. He knew what he had to do as they journeyd further into the city. They could now hear massive explosions as the streets rumbled and bloodied rain began to fall from high above the sky. Let's help them. [break][break] Lucifer could tell that Nero was beginning to realize his own situation. He almost pitied him, if a Daemon could pity. He was just a manifested memory in the Kingdom of Asmodeus. But even here, he manifested strength. Interesting. He could prove useful in defeating Leviathan. You never fail to impress, Wizard King. A fiendish smirk crossed Lucifer's lips as he stared up into his brother's palace with only one thing on his mind; payback.
[attr="class","zavenreescroll"] As they walked and upon hearing Lucifer’s explanation as a subtle confirmation he gave a nod and listened. While he was here he was feeling his heart beat stronger and faster as he breathed evenly, though an aura started to seep from him as he was beginning to feel a connection. The shortcut to beating Leviathan was easy in a sense as Lucifer seemed to be apprehensive of giving the info up until Nero spoke up. Any leverage they were able to get meant they could lessen the time this alliance would have to continue. [break][break]
When he was enlightened to the fact that in order to beat Leviathan at his own game they needed to do something that most could not…they had to do away with their past…their memories. ”So in order to continue I must let go of my earthy teathers then? To do away with the grudges, the debts, and the thanks that I owe many people? That is easier said than done…but it is not impossible.” He spoke with a tone that suggested that he was already formulating something to push them further into this dungeon and towards their goal. Before he could say anything further Nero, who was seen deep in thought since the last time he spoke, this time he was talking to Zaven and also addressing Ardere as he remarked that the two had grown and that they made him proud, stating that they will continue to do so and at the same time he said he would do his best to try and not hold them back. This caused Zaven to clasp the Wizard King’s shoulder and he would smile as he would already show that his eyes were turning violet and his aura was starting to act like a beacon as Leviathan was reading his memories. ”If I may be so blunt here…We are going to finish this together, regardless of what happens physically. However, I am no slouch nor am I going to hold us back either…same goes for you as well Lucifer…I assume you know a little about my upbringing, but I am not like my father or my family…I find the darkness to be…familliar…to be home.”
Zaven then heard the explosions as his tone seemed to darken while the three of them turned to look where the explosions were coming from. Nero stated he wanted to help them as Lucifer smirked and stated that the Wizard King never ceased to amaze him. ”Lucifer, if I give into my base desires…giving up my memories…do I sink closer to what I am supposing is to be a daemon?” He spoke up while taking off towards the explosions with the pair in his new party as he felt the visions and words from the two daemon that attacked his estate during a training exercise.
[attr="class","haniascroll"]He knew it was a long shot and there was likely more to it but he didn't have all the pieces to the puzzle so the image was still far from complete. This was something he understood, unfortunately, he had no idea just how much time he had to work things out. There were just too many variables out of his control and this is something he didn't like. There was a larger concern to him, his captain. His body was still badly injured from when he had taken on Aamon and now it seemed as if he wasn't even navigating it. For now, he would work with what he had and hope that Ardere would find his way out of the maze that was his mind and memories. He was more than a little concerned that he wouldn't manage to do it quickly enough and was unsure if he would be able to manage this task alone.
He knew that he had Salamander by his side within Ardere's body but he also knew the toll that something like this would take on both host and spirit. He was now worried if he had pushed too much and it would cost them in the long run. Nothing could be done about it now and so he would deal with the fallout and consequences of such actions after this dance had finished. He was brought out of his train of thought hearing Salamander's words and nodded "Understood. You do realize I spoke within your language so he wouldn't understand right? If Ignan was too much I could have spoken in dragonic if anything it would be a bit simpler." he said calmly as he spread his mana out.
This was no spell, he just wanted to make it colder for himself as Salamander using such high-end heat was making things uncomfortable for him. At first, he had no idea how he was going to hold Leviathan's attention, he knew that he would be a pain to handle if not tilted in some way, he also knew that it was a gamble to tilt someone because it could cause them equally to go into a rage. "So... I have a question for the almighty child of greed." he would say walking forward, he didn't look like he was ready to attack but his guard was up just in case "Were you naturally born a daemon or are you a cheap and weak imitation that was previously human?" He had no idea where the hell that question came from regardless it would keep his attention on the ice mage for a while so Salamander could at least deal with the corpses in the water.
They needed to be incinerated as he knew that the dead... their spirits... their memories lingered for a good long while, this was how wraith users got their power after all. He took a sharp breath in as his hand went to his head his eyes clenching briefly as he got hit with images that made him feel like he was going to throw up while having an aneurysm. 'This is becoming an annoyance' he said to himself, he was sick of it. It's true he had dealt with this 'condition' for the entirety of his life but he had never been in such a dangerous situation. He did have medicine with him, Winter had made sure of it or she wouldn't have let him go but it wasn't like he could ask for a timeout to take it. 'I'll need to be careful for now.' there were many too many unknown factors and he was one of the biggest right now.
His eyes glanced over to Salamander as he spoke "You are seriously wanting me to forget things?" his tone showed complete disbelief in what was said. "I can't forget anything believe me I've tried." nothing short of amnesia was going to stop him from remembering things this is including things he shouldn't know but somehow did. This was going to be more than slightly annoying. "I'll figure something out... or at least try to..." he had no idea how to make the impossible happen and he wasn't about ready to hit himself over the head and forget everything. 'If even our memories make him stronger...' he started to think but was brought out of his train of thought as Leviathan started to cast a spell. Blood rain... he was starting to wonder if one of his outfits would ever not be ruined by an opponent.
Luckily due to him being almost fully covered only his hands and head felt the irritation but it was more than enough for him to get frustrated. "If I was meant to be a redhead I'd have been born a Vermilion." he muttered his voice showing irritation that he was more or less stained red. He started to undo his clothing, the way they were would just irritate him more not to mention they would slow him down which was something that he couldn't deal with at current. "If the lesson comes from you, I'm not sure I wish to learn." he said taking his grimoire out of his left sleeve pocket and strapping it to his side. He was wearing white jingyi and zhong yi "ARDERE YOU BETTER GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF OR I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF!" he yelled.
He knew that if this was going to go smoothly then Salamander needed his partner "AFTER ALL, YOU STILL HAVE A YOUNGER SISTER TO MEET AND DON'T YOU DARE MAKE ME A LIAR OR I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING DIVINE YOU WON'T LIKE THE OUTCOME!" The ice mage never yelled, in fact, he never lost his temper he was what you would expect from one of ice. 'Why are you getting angry?' Amostia would ask through his bond 'I'm not angry.' he sent back 'Then why are you yelling?' his partner would ask 'So he can hear what is at stake if he doesn't pull through' he replied 'What if part of this is a test for you?' he would ask 'To do what? I'm not Lydia and I don't pretend to be, I know when I need support... I know when others require it too... Salamander needs him and with him trying to destroy the bodies of the dead he can't spend that effort trying to navigate Ard.' he sent back.
'Then you need to buy some time.' the ice spirit would send back 'I know, go help salamander. The area is cold so it should help you feel the more active dead so you can navigate where he should aim. I can't forget things... but I can manipulate my memories not to be true but it only works for a limited amount of time. I'm also going to have to lock memories away but again that will only work for so long.' he sent to his spirit who flew off to do ask he was asked, the ice mage placed his hand behind his back and held it open just enough that something could be formed within his hand. In this case, it was a yanyuedao he knew this was going to be a tough fight but he needed to buy time if nothing else. "I'll be your opponent going forward..." he looked as if this was more bothersome than anything.
Name of Spell: Iya Zaeaer Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Grand ¦ Attack Creation ¦ Physical Reinforcement Range & Speed: Melee ¦ Personal Speed Mana Cost: 50 ¦ 25 Stats Effected: +30 m/s speed Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Full Blitz Description: Hania places his hand behind his back, his hand moving as if he is holding something, within his hand a yanyuedao appears in the hand that is behind his back. The yanyuedao shaft is five feet long with a fifteen-inch crescent blade, at the bottom of the shaft there seems to be a mace, this, of course, is normally used as a counterweight but can be used to strike. Using ammo rules additional yanyuedao can be created and be given to allies but these are melee-based weapons and do grand damage upon a successful strike. Those that are hit directly with the yanyuedao find themselves affected by serious frostbite and moderate hypothermia.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] It doesn't matter if he can hear us. What matters is if we can stop him. Salamander's power was titanic in nature, but it was not infinite. He could not keep Ardere's will and form going forever--no, he could only buy time. Is that all they were left to do now, buy time? He was the King of the Dragons, a divine Spirit--reduced to stalling an enemy. No. This was not his partnership with Ardere, they were two dragons swimming in an endless river together. It was their destiny to navigate this stream side by side. If only he'd wake up.... [break][break] Infinite corridors and doorways led to infinite memories. Ardere's mind cascaded across space and time like a waterfall of consciousness--a stream of thought. Within every step was his dreams, his hopes, his past. Yet he was being urged to forsake it. The Divine Dragon was unsure how he knew this information, but it was passed on to him nonetheless. No. Every thought he'd ever had was here. Every precious memory he held dear. He'd become lost in an abyss of his own mind. How could he allow this to happen? Ashford's memories had scrambled his mind like an egg. This would not stand. No. He was better than this. His love...he'd never forsake her. Even if the memories were not his own. But this guilt, this pain would not consume him. Not when his friends needed him. Whatever Leviathan had done to him, it would last no longer. [break][break] The hallways and staircases that filled this realm began to fall to rubble, crashing around him like rain. I will not forsake it. There was a rumbling, a deep rumbling in the echoes of his soul. Flames were brewing. What was once a place of contemplation now turned to fire. In every flame was a loved one, a shared dream. In every cinder was a hug from his friends, a pat on the shoulder from his comrades. Every fiber of his being was forged by his relationships with others. To forsake that was to forsake himself. Perhaps it would destroy Leviathan, but at what cost? As he reflected on this new pale form he donned, he'd wondered who he was. Memories mingled with grief. He no longer feared them. They were with him forever. Rather than run away from them, he dove right into the flames of sorrow. [break][break] Salamander could feel it, the rumbling in his chest. Ardere. He thought to himself. [break][break] Hania's words echoed throughout Ardere's mind, bouncing off the walls of his temporary reality. But they were not what woke him. What woke him was the sudden realization that he knew who he was--he always had. Even in the months after Silas's death, after losing his father and Lysander, he was the Fire King, the Divine Dragon, a brother, a son, a friend. How had he gotten so lost in self contemplation lately? He knew himself better than anyone. Ardere was brash, stubborn, bold, ferocious, but he was also brave, and compassionate--he was a good person. Every waking moment of his life had been spent on someone else's behalf; his father, Lysander, Silas, the list goes on. This. This he'd do for himself. [break][break] So when the King woke, only flames and smoke followed. Salamander reverted into his original form, watching from inside the fire mage. I apologize, Hania. I won't make that mistake again. You all deserve my best and that is what you will get from now on. There was no fear or regret in his eyes, only decisiveness and action. Thank you, Hania. This was a leader, a Captain. Forsake my memories? Fuck you. Swinging the God Killer around with a ferocity, he destroyed all of the support pillars behind Leviathan in an attempt to drop that section of the palace directly on top of him. He'd forgotten how powerful he felt with this blade in his hand. Unfortunately summoning forth another spell of this level at the current time was not a task even a mage of his level could accomplish. Salamander may have pulled the trigger prematurely. Nonetheless, he knew his partner did his best and it would not be for nothing. [break][break] When Ardere returned his focus to Leviathan, there was an intensity only a man of a certain caliber could exude. It was as if the air around him was turning to steam, boiling from the heat of his mana. You want my memories so badly? Soak them in, Leviathan. Grinding his teeth, his eyes were glowing red with mana as flames engulfed his form. Tyr was now active. Dashing forward not with sheer speed, but a leap of pure strength, he appeared right in front of Leviathan. He would no doubt launch an attack, but that would not be before the fire mage unleashed a hellfire of furious blows unto him. [break][break] While it appeared that Ardere had woken up and simply abandoned their plan, that was not entirely true. Hania would be the one to defeat Leviathan, this much he knew. His anger and conviction from years of being a mage would only serve to strengthen Leviathan. His goal here was to provide the Daemon with not just a meal, but the whole buffet. If he could overload their foe with more strength than he could handle, let his greed be his undoing--they could beat him. The Kasai knew what it was like to crave power. While he had his own reasons, he knew it could consume you and everything about you. Being lost in an abyss of avarice, grasping at any chance to lift yourself up...He only hoped his Vice Captain was intuitive enough to understand what he was doing here. Hania was not a mind-reader, but he was highly intelligent. [break][break] No matter how powerful Leviathan grew, Ardere would not back down. He flooded his mind with memories of his father and of Lysander, memories with his mother and even with Silas. So many people he loved. With every punchwas a time he'd played catch with his dad. With every kick was a night spent training with Lysander. And with each flame, were the days he and Silas were close. His soul was full of passion and grief, teeming with thoughts of the past. He was using his own flaws as strength, strength to defeat his foe. It was going to be enough--it had to.
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To Ardere and Hania: [break][break] Leviathan's maw transfigured into a smirk sharp enough to cut through his veneer of confidence and strength. This Daemon was truly unhinged, or so he had become as his power grew. Every memory, every precious moment was consumed by his magic. The bodies floating in the vast underwater city now surged with power. Ardere. Ardere. Ardere! Haha! Power surged through him like lightning through a metal rod. You've freely and foolishly given me more power than you know. Dodging the pillars and meeting the fire mage in combat, the two exchanged blows that created massive air bubbles from the sheer impact. His devilish grin persisted even as he was struck by blow powerful enough to punch holes in hills or collapse entire buildings. He did not care. His Daemonic form continued to well up, his muscles expanding alongside his ego. [break][break] He was becoming perfect. Finally perfect enough for his Father. He tossed Ardere to the side. It required more strength than he'd anticipated, but it was no matter. He'd soon outgrow this level anyhow. [break][break] Ahh these delicious memories. They-- There was a child on a swing, a child with reddish brown hair calling out to his father. It was Ardere. This was his memory. He watched as a man in a purple Magic Knight uniform approached him and began to push him on the swing. [break][break] Humanity was a weakness. He had to forsake every trace of his. Hania's comment on it made him sneer. Born a Daemon...become a Daemon....it does not matter. Strength is all that matters. And here in this place, I am its epitome. You cannot defeat me here. The flames were burning his skin. He'd grown so powerful that they regenerated instantly, even so this Captain did not back down. He did not relent. Why? Where did this strength come from?! He was just a human! How could he even harm him. No. It would not happen again. [break][break] All of the bodies floating around the palace collectively stood up. Their eyes were glowing red as a mana filled their bodies, almost as if an external force was resurrecting them unto this world. Every single one let out a wail that would terrify even the strongest of men. Leviathan was reaching his apex, his peak of power. Everything he'd done led up to this point. Basking in the bloodied rain, he held his arms open. Nothing could stop him now. [break][break] Even so. Something was wrong. His muscles were straining as his heart rate began to increase. Just what the hell was happening? [break][break] He could not stop dwelling on that memory of Ardere's. He wanted a memory like that with Father. I've done everything right. I don't understand. Father! Screaming loud enough to shake the Heavens, he called to Asmodeus directly. The Archdaemon did not answer, but he could feel his gaze from afar. Soon. He'd make him proud. And so each and every body began to dissolve away into blood, trails and streams of it flowing to a singular point; Leviathan. He was absorbing all of it at once for one final attack to end the mages. He was a balloon welling up. One that only need a needle to pop. You can stop this Hania. Just give me your memories. Hania was the last holdout. He wanted those memories so desperately. He needed them. [break] [break] [break] [break] To Zaven: [break][break] You have no idea what a Daemon really is, do you? Lucifer chuckled. The group was now at the bridge leading to the Palace as they would notice all of the bodies suddenly standing up and their eyes glowing red. Just as quickly as they appeared, they'd dissolved into a stream of blood flowing somewhere within the Palace. [break][break] This is it, boys. My brother is inside. Nero's gaze met Lucifer as he extended a hand. Be cautious, but quick, Zaven. We have no idea what lies before us. With his powerful Void magic, the former Wizard King blasted a massive hole in the Palace doors. A barrier that appeared to be blocking their entrance shattered. It had been entirely invisible to both Zaven and Lucifer, but Nero could sense it. Not because of his Sensory magic--No, because it was made of the same thing he was; memories. The man felt a strange connection to this place, to his origins. But it did not matter. What mattered were getting his Magic Knights home safe. [break][break] I'm coming, brother. Lucifer leaped into the massive hole Nero had blasted into the doors, utilizing his wings to fly in at an incredible speed. Only one thing was on his mind now; stopping his brother. Leviathan was going to ruin this for them all if he had his way. As soon as they entered, they would notice the blood--blood everywhere. Far across the room was a titanic Leviathan, surging with power that swelled both his mana and physical form. Ardere was tossed into the side of a pillar while Hania stood below, ready to fight. It was a dire situation. But it was not without hope.
[attr="class","haniascroll"]"What are you talking about, of course, it matters if he can hear us!" he called back he knew that the greater spirit was no fool and would have been concerned about his partner's current condition, after all, it was the reason he had forced the dive to happen. He didn't even want to imagine the backlash both sides of that partnership were gonna be facing at the end of it. "You have a vast well of might, mana and power but we know it isn't infinite and that you forced it without the body's host being unable to willingly accept it." he said not knowing of this ever happening before during his research as he was preparing his own dive training not so long ago. "He needs to get out of his own head and wake up or what's the point of fighting to be here in the first place?" he called out to Salamander.
Hania remained completely still, starting to alter and cut off memories entirely and although he could do it, it wasn't something he could do with ease. Even with what Ard was doing he wasn't moving even with the arena crumbling around him 'This is going to have backlash on you, more so if you hold it for too long' his spirit partner sent to him 'I'm aware of it Amostia but it's not as if anything short of amnesia is going to make me forget things now is it.' he sent back, he was already starting to feel the strain on his mind but he made sure to leave mental indicators for himself. 'You know you're scary right?' the ice spirit sent to him 'Only when irritated.' he sent back, he knew his memory was a double-edged sword but it wasn't one that was openly known about and he had done his best to make sure it remained that way as he knew it meant he could be seen as a threat to Clover.
He turned his eyes towards ard as he heard Ard's voice "Did you enjoy your nap and walk down memory lane captain?" he would ask his voice as neutral as ever. He was glad that the elder male had awoken, for all his knowledge and tactics he was still inexperienced in comparison and felt no shame admitting such a thing. It was something that could and would be nurtured as he became older. "I have to admit, it's been several years since I've had to speak Ignan." he said thoughtfully, he knew there were likely going to be questions but that could wait for a later time. "I don't believe it's me who requires that apology but your partner." he said not knowing just how much strain had been put on the greater spirit.
"Why are you thanking me?" he seemed genuinely confused about that as he honestly didn't believe he had done anything worthy of such a thing. His eyes turned back to Leviathan as Ard made it clear that he wasn't about to forsake his memories. No. He had something completely different in mind. He began to flood Leviathan with memories as he shut his own away for now, he watched knowing every memory from Ard would only make the daemon stronger while he would be weakening him. He wasn't a mind reader but he knew the play that was being made and would do his part. Soon enough his stance had completely changed and the weapon in his hand vanished, outside of that he had remained still and silent just waiting and watching the show that was about to happen. "You truly are an idiot, but what can I expect from a fake." his tone seemed unamused and cold as he spoke.
His eyes were sharper almost as if looking past the physical form and looking deep into Leviathan's very essence. "No, there is a very large power gap between daemons who are born and those who are created... apparently naturally born daemons are smarter too." he sounded irritated that he was having to explain this, in all the time the divine dragon would have known the ice mage he would have only heard him speaking in neutral tones, it was as if the mask had slipped and the true self was being shown. The issue was that while Ard didn't know his current vice-captain as well as the ones that preceded him the tone, words and stance spoke to a different person entirely. The ice mage walked closer to the ever-swelling Leviathan "Aww, does daddy not love you? Do you need a hug?" he mocked the daemon as he stopped and leaned in close to his ear.
"If you were a born daemon you'd know our parents care little for us, we are nothing but disposable pawns for them to use and throw away when we have outlived our usefulness to them." he whispered into the daemon's ears "But then, you're just a yapping little bitch that is looking for table scraps." he said taking a step back a half smirk on his face "I guess it can't be helped, let me give you my memories so you may gorge yourself to your very grave." his tone sounded as if he had enough of this situation. It would be brief but what almost appeared to be shadow and pure aura crackled around his body before completely snuffing out. Leviathan had gotten memories, just not the ones he had been banking on nor were they as few as he would have expected.
No, what he had gotten was close to three hundred years of memories. From the moment of his and his twin sister's birth, their training, and their dependence on each other for survival. The wars they had started, the wars they had ended. The kingdoms they had brought to their knees. The love that he held for his beloved twin, the punishments he had taken and given, the knowledge he had gained over the years and the kindness of the few mortals that didn't fear him after they found him injured but instead nursed him and even gave him his first taste of tea and cake. The fact he had mourned them when he was forced to kill them, the fact he begged his sister to keep them with her as wraiths. The item he had made for his sister, his need for balance, the moment his sister betrayed him over a lie of mortals.
The moment he had become a wraith to her after she realized she had killed him, every action that had happened in Kikka, he saw it all in fast unending flashs. "Eat up Leviathan, I have plenty more I can share or are you getting full and want to quit?" he would ask keeping an eye on his mana and the bodies within the water. "You can withstand this, right? it doesn't matter as all daemons are alike, right?" he asked nonchalantly in a mocking tone as he poured more and more memories out, how long it took for him to get well to get better when he was injured or sick, the fact that healing was less effective on him, that his sister was highly sensitive to light. His body was completely relaxed and yet Ard would see that he would be able to attack at a second's notice.
Name of Spell: Iya Zaeaer Elemental Type: Ice Rank & Spell Type: Grand ¦ Attack Creation ¦ Physical Reinforcement Range & Speed: Melee ¦ Personal Speed Mana Cost: 50 ¦ 25 Stats Effected: +30 m/s speed Applicable Perks: Apex Predator, Full Blitz Description: Hania places his hand behind his back, his hand moving as if he is holding something, within his hand a yanyuedao appears in the hand that is behind his back. The yanyuedao shaft is five feet long with a fifteen-inch crescent blade, at the bottom of the shaft there seems to be a mace, this, of course, is normally used as a counterweight but can be used to strike. Using ammo rules additional yanyuedao can be created and be given to allies but these are melee-based weapons and do grand damage upon a successful strike. Those that are hit directly with the yanyuedao find themselves affected by serious frostbite and moderate hypothermia.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
To All: [break][break] Leviathan could feel them all--the sweet, savory memories he now consumed from the mages. Such power surging through is veins was insurmountable, but even at this height of power he could not withhold his anger upon setting sights on his brother. The ground began to tremble as the water-based Daemon's muscle swelled up to the point of nearly bursting. [break][break] Lucifer...come to gaze on my victory? This time I stole it from you! [break][break] Across the room stood the Daemon, the Mage, and the Memory--Lucifer, Zaven, and Nero respectively. None of the three men trembled in fear, in fact they powered themselves up to strike. They would find that here in Leviathan's domain, they were all but powerless as their memories were drained from them. [break][break] Leviathan. Lucifer groaned to speak. Always so eager to please our Father, so eager to be the one standing at the top. The truth is, you were always the strongest of us. But that time has passed. Right here. Right now. I'm looking at the shell of a Daemon. You can't even see that you've already lost. [break][break] Leviathan cackled, his howling laughter echoing across the polluted waters in which they all stood. He felt so strong--so powerful. Yet cracks began to appear on his armor, wounds as the power strengthening him began to consume him. It was not Ardere's memories, or either of the men that did this; it was Hania. Why? Why had his memories done this to him? The answer was simple; they were powerful. Not strong in the same sense as Ardere, Zaven, or Lucifer's were--no. Those were raw emotions through memory and quite powerful, but nothing held a candle to three hundred years of grief, happiness, and everything in between. You...you...what are you? His power continued to grow and grow until even he was unable to control it and his form began to collapse. This realm began to collapse as the pillars holding it up shattered. Stone and bodies fell to the ground like a heavy rain, enough to shatter a kingdom--so it did. [break][break] Lucifer floated over to his brother and stood over him as he lay dying. Do you even remember, brother? When I was Aamon's and you were Siren's? Do you remember who we were before Father took us in? The Daemon lifted his foot and pressed it on top of Leviathan's chest. I just wanted...him...to love me... [break][break] That's enough. Nero called out to Lucifer, a glare piercing his corrupted heart. As you wish, Wizard King. The Daemon floated back over to the group as Leviathan faded away into nothing and the world around them continued to collapse. We held up our end of the deal. Now what? Nero summoned a void sword in his hand as he continued to stare the Daemon down. Now I help you escape this place. Lucifer held up a hand as a rift in their current realm began to tear open, like the pages of a book. Why? Why help us? In this moment, something became very clear to the group. [break][break] When Leviathan devoured my memories, it unlocked something in me. My memories before Asmodeus. Lucifer turned to look at the group. I was a servant of Aamon. The Champion. Asmodeus adopted me after I was injured in battle, but he tampered with my memories. I forgot who I was. Now....I remember. I remember my Pride. [break][break] Even so, you could leave us here, continue on your life. If you hold no loyalty to Asmodeus, then you could simply go. Why would a Daemon stay and help Humans? Lucifer held his head back and looked towards Ardere, pointing a sharp finger towards the Crimson Lion Captain. Because, that man gave my real Master the death he so adamantly craved. All he wanted was an honorable death, to repent for his sins. And even so you chose not to relinquish your memories of him and his love, but to use them to destroy my brother. For that, I owe you this favor. I cannot take you directly to Asmodeus but I can take you along the intended path to him before Leviathan disrupted it. What do you say? [break][break] Directly in front of the group was a rift, a portal created by Lucifer. If they chose to enter, they would now be in the realm of another Daemon. Even from where they stood, they could see the war that raged on beyond this rift. A battle waited ahead of them, one they may not be ready for.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Hania, when did you get so bold? A devilish smirk swept across the Captain's face as he relished in his Vice Captain's words. To hear such aggressive talk even if it was in an attempt to simply rattle or anger their foe--it was just what he liked to hear. Even so, the enemy they were staring down was not defeated yet. [break][break] I am sorry, Salamander. The dragon simply grumbled inside of him, as if to say that he should never apologize. What he should do is get his ass up and keep moving forward. As the mage was tossed to the side, he quickly recovered. Ready to throw down, it was now that he realized the three presences that entered the room with them. Zaven, Nero, and Lucifer appeared before them. The fire mage could not imagine why the Daemon was with them, but he did not stand to question it. He simply continued to pour all of his memories out in tandem with his Vice Captain culminating in the defeat of Leviathan. The Daemon's visage of strength and confidence was now cracked to reveal who he truly was; an envious and scared shell of a man. Pleasing one's father was something he was not unfamiliar with, but to be so broken and to yearn for favor to the point of self-destruction was not something he could see himself ever doing. This is the price you pay for attempting to control Atlantis. Even in another time, another world--it cannot be ruled by a Daemon. [break][break] Looking over to Lucifer, he noticed that not only had his personality changed, so had his mana. Something was entirely different about the Daemon now, as if a curse had been lifted. The revelation of what Asmodeus had done to them was not entirely shocking but it was concerning. Just how many of you are there, anyhow? Pride. Envy. If he had to guess, this would total in seven foes. Nonetheless, he asked the question for confirmation. [break][break] Ardere could feel this place collapsing both literally and figuratively. Atlantis was no more. Their only option was to move forward on to wherever they would go. This was no question for him. Even if trusting a Daemon may seem like the unwise option, in truth it was the only option. Admittedly, he felt a duty to Aamon to push forward. The Archdaemon's death was tragic and not without consequence. If he was to ever free his love from another life and to move on from Silas, he'd have to defeat Asmodeus. This was the last obstacle in his path towards growth. No longer would he remain stagnant. He'd continue to grow stronger, even now as he grew older. He still had room to grow. [break][break] We will follow the path as intended--to Asmodeus. Looking back to the group, he let out a heavy breath. This may be asking a lot, but I will lead you all to victory. Together we'll defeat Asmodeus. Even if requires trusting a bastard like him. It was at this moment that Ardere began to notice his wounds did not ache so relentlessly as they had before. It was almost as if something here had healed him. He did not mention it to the group but instead took note of it. Whatever it was, he'd use this strength to push on. [break][break] Turning to his Vice Captain, he gave a nod. You've done well, Hania. How about one more dive headfirst into Hell with your crazy Captain? Smiling wildly, he felt like his old self again. There was a fire in his heart, urging to blaze into the next part of this story. Let's go before this place caves in on us. Dodging a piece of rubble, he looked into the rift that Lucifer opened via his magic or some other control in this place. War. It was always war. What were they walking in to this time?
[attr="class","haniascroll"]The ice mage remained still and silent in front of Leviathan, his form looked completely relaxed given its stance but it didn't mean that he couldn't move at a second's notice if he believed he had the need to. He felt the entrance of Zaven, Nero and even Lucifer but he paid them no mind, his gaze was firmly on the daemon before him. "He isn't here to see your victory but gloat at your defeat." he said simply. He saw the swelling muscles looking like they were ready to pop, the cracks of his armour were ever-growing too. "In the end, we didn't need to lift a finger to defeat you, you defeated yourself." he said turning and beginning to walk away only stopping mid-step when he was asked what he was "The answer to that is of no importance to a dead person." with that he continued to walk.
Hearing what Leviathan said to Lucifer he sighed "As I told you, daemonic children are nothing more than pawns that can be used and thrown away with no regard the moment the parent has no use for them anymore." he closed his eyes and shook his head a little "The notion of 'love' within your kind is beyond rare because it is a weakness that will inevitably lead to your demise, just as it has to you." he said his voice remaining its same neutral self, he honestly hoped if Leviathan found himself reborn it would be to a family that loved him, however, he was also a firm believer that once you were tainted by darkness and corruption it never left you regardless of how many lifetimes came afterwards. "Find and make your peace with death Leviathan." his voice was somewhat softer as he spoke those final words to the daemon.
As Leviathan's fate lay set in stone the realm around them all started to crumble, the bodies of the dead in the water fell to the ground as buildings started to show cracks and collapse in on themselves. He had to wonder if this was an alternative future of what could have been Atlantis's fate. He came to a stop as Nero seemingly was having a conversation with Lucifer about what was going to happen now. "You realize making a deal with a daemon never has a good outcome correct sir?" his eyes observed Nero carefully. He knew that many people did it when they believed they had no other choice or if it was of mutual benefit to both parties, but there were consequences of doing such things with daemons. It marked a person for eternity. But this wasn't the true Nero so he guessed it didn't matter.
"As touching of a moment as this is, can we leave before this place becomes our tomb." he would ask his voice showing indifference to the entire situation. His eyes went to Ard as he spoke "Bold?" he would say tilting his head a little "I wasn't bold captain he was just getting on my nerves." It was as simple as that. The ice mage had little tolerance for fools and idiots, in fact, for the most part, he couldn't stand people in general, they tended to irritate him to differing degrees. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed silently saying a prayer for the dying Daemon, he had no idea why but deep within himself he felt shaken as if he understood the words he spoke about daemons were indeed the truth, but... there was no way he could know that... right?
"Captain, leave the dead to their fate what is said now would be wasted." he said his voice calm once more, he had noticed the difference in Lucifer since the rose-tinted glasses had been removed as had Ard it would seem, it was then he asked how many daemons were there "If I had to hazard a guess I would say seven." he said his eyes turning to Ard once more "We've came across pride and envy so far." he commented hoping that the older male could do the math as to why he said seven but he was pretty sure that the elder male had already done just that. "Understood." he would follow the order, it wasn't like they had many options available to them at current. From the research he had done on the three royal archdaemons Aamon's brood seemed to be the most likely to keep to their word. It was a code of honour of sorts.
"Captain, you don't need to worry about leading us to victory what you need to be worrying about is continuing to breathe until we return home." He had given Jagen his word and he wasn't about to be made into a liar because his captain tried something crazy that ended up getting himself killed to protect them. "I don't exactly have any choice now do I captain" he said his tone not changing "Although, when we get back you are going to be getting me some cake and tea after this fiasco." he said his outer tone was warmer than usual as he looked at the portal that Lucifer had opened and skillfully dodging the falling debris "If I was to guess I believe we may be meeting wrath next, won't that be fun." he said taking a step through the portal ready to face what was to come.
Rank & Element: Junior ¦ Light Class & Type: Relic ¦ Accessory (bracelet) Magic Specializations: Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Appearance & Lore: A simple bracelet made out of reinforced glass with an opalite charm dangling from it almost like a pendulum, that gives off a dull light during the day and a bright light during the night preventing any natural shadow from forming.
There is nothing of major historical importance or deep story into where this item came from. The white-haired heir of the Ravencrest family has suffered from terrible day and night terrors since he was young and still does to this day. When asked what is wrong he brushes it off telling people not to worry it was a condition he had. He will never go into the terrible things he sees, in fact, he personally wishes he could forget he quickly realized that his perfect memory was a double edge sword and at times he truly wished he didn't have it.
His elder sister Lydia was the first to realize that it happened more when he was in an emotional state or surrounded by darkness. She also realized that he refused to sleep unless every light source he could find was active or he would sleep outside under the sun during the day, this wasn't optimal as he was to be trained to take over the family if anything were to happen to Lydia. Still, there wasn't much anyone could think to do to help him as he refused to open up but even if they could that came with a different set of hurdles they had to get over. Hania earlier in his life wouldn't take things from people due to his treatment before being adopted.
It took a while but Lydia finally found a way to help her younger brother, she had a crystal made with light inside and told him to use it when he sleeps. She said it was hers and she just wanted to see if it would help. He was reluctant but she said it only had to be a few days so he accepted. Throughout those few days, he slept somewhat peacefully so it was clear that it helped but not enough, she could only guess that the light wasn't strong enough. She realized this would be fine for a normal child afraid of the dark but it was clear to the pink-haired woman that this wasn't a normal situation.
She personally designed what she believed would help him the most, she chose the materials, their appearance even the opalite that dangles from it. As the bracelet was being made she slowly started to imbue her own element into the glass beads and the opalite as the former was created and the latter was shaped. It took close to a year to complete but Lydia seen it as something that should be done slow and steady, this was to make sure that it was done right the first time and that no matter what it would be near indestructible for whatever he may face in life.
On what is now classed as Hania's eighth birthday after a certain incident happened, she gave him a box, and within it laid the bracelet. He was told to keep it with him always as she would be there to keep the darkness at bay and watching over him so he could be at peace while he rested. From that moment he has always kept it with him even if he hasn't always worn it.
Type & Uses: Trigger ¦ 4 Uses Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 mana per trigger ¦ 15 recharge Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10 m/s Stats Affected: +4 Control Description: The pendant starts to pulsate and hovers into his hand, holding almost as if it was a pen or calligraphy brush he writes the name of the person he wants to heal in the air as if he was writing on paper. It seems to stay for a few seconds before disappearing, the moment it does a gentle and warm light forms around the person in question healing them for junior rank damage. With the use of ammo rules, additional peoples names can be written per trigger. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds
Type & Uses: Flow ¦ 3 uses ¦ 2 cooldown Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement ¦ Healing Mana Cost: 8 ¦ 4 Range & Speed: 25m ¦ 10m/s Stats Affected: +2 Speed (wielder only) Description: Runes of light appear up the outside of the user's legs and arms this allowing them to move 2 m/s faster than they could naturally. The runes give off a warmth that is able to heal for junior rank damage, with the use of ammo rules, the wielder need only hold the pendant and speak a person's name to have it be able to heal them. While under the ability of this spell it will actively attempt to cleanse any curses, debuffs, hexes, venoms, toxins or poisons that may afflict the uses as per the clashing rules. As this is only a junior rank spell it can do nothing but close minor wounds.
Type & Uses: NA Rank & Specialization: Junior ¦ Physical Reinforcement Mana Cost: NA Range & Speed: NA ¦ NA Stats Affected: -- Description: In the beginning, this ability is inactive, it is only with the use and bonding of the item itself a deeper understanding allows the hidden secret left by a sister wanting to protect the younger brother they've treasured for close to thirteen years. This ability will become an imbued speed buff when it ranks to intermediate.
Living creatures are slaves to their avarice….but none worse than Humans. Look at what this world is becoming as you drain it of life. Can you overcome your own nature to press onwards? Or will you fall into its clutches? The voice was Asmodeus himself, commentating their entrance like some benevolent narrator. He was far, far more than that. This was his world. He might as well have been God here. Even so, these mages continued to prove problematic. Of all the futures he'd seen, this was one in a million. And for once in his life, he was excited. Surprised was a strong word as nothing surprised him anymore, but excited, yes that is quite the exclamation from a god. [break][break] The Mages and the Daemon heard war beyond the portal but upon their arrival through it, they would find not an ongoing battle but the remnants of it. Based on their garb and uniforms, the group could clearly see Clover and Spade warriors alike, fallen on this battlefield. These were no modern knight uniforms though. They appeared to be drawn from at least a few hundred years ago, during the height of Clover's ride to power. [break][break] This was no ordinary battlefield, no--it was somewhere quite familiar for the mages; the Desert of Mirages. This place held quite the significance for the Man and his Dragon. Nevertheless, they would all find that this was the staging grounds of Clover's attempted expansion outward. 'Twas not a time often talked of in history classes. Clover would have rather forgotten its conquering, imperial past. At this point in time, they'd all but taken over in might and power. Even so, they were not unstoppable. Here, they'd suffered quite a loss to one simple thing; Greed. And in this land of avarice, there was only one master; Mammon. [break][break] Children were crying, screaming for their mothers. Was this the truth or simply an illusion? There was only one way to find out; to traverse the dangerous canyons here. Even high level Sensory mages would find the illusory effects here almost insurmountable. They were beyond a simple mage's comprehension, the power of a primordial place. [break][break] Agh! Nero nearly fell to his knees in pain. Memories of another life flooded into his mind, memories of a Daemon and his precious kingdom. Darkness overwhelmed his mind for a moment before digging his feet into the dirt and straightening his back. Nero! Are you alright? Zaven shouted, rushing for the former Wizard King. Every one of these realms is an alternate timeline adjacent to your own; a possible future brought to life by Asmodeus. The Grand Magic Zone is amplifying his powers beyond anything known to these lands. Exposure to this is harming your friend here. We have to be careful moving forward. Mammon is not the strongest of my brothers but he is certainly the most relentless--spare myself of course. [break][break] Don't worry about me. I'll manage. This life is only temporary anyhow. But I will make the most of it. Because you see Ardere, it is I who won't fail you this time. Nero gave a reassuring smile to the Crimson Lion Captain. This was his second chance to save that boy, the now man who never should have been forced to kill him. And Zaven, who seemed so lost now. So desperate. He could remember it all, all of his memories up until his demise. The strength it took to make such a decision was something he not only empathized with but respected. But it was his fault as Wizard King. That was not a mistake he'd make again. They'd succeed this time. [break][break] Our only path forward is through this canyon, beyond the corpses and monsters. I'm certain Mammon will reveal himself in due time and we'll find out what his endgame is. He craves power. All of it. He'll stop at nothing, tempt us at every turn. Even so, it is your call, Royal Knights. Lucifer said, turning to Ardere, Zaven, and Hania.
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[attr="class","ardereescroll"] Don't worry Hania, you'll have all the cake and tea your heart desires after this. I promise you that. Ardere was strong as he entered the portal into the next realm, he had to be. What he found was not a sight unfamiliar to him, in fact it was all too familiar. He'd been on many battlefields in his time. They were all awful. There was no sense in war to him any more, after all these years. Defending the people you care for? Of course. But war? War only killed sons and daughters, brothers and sisters alike. It tore apart families and souls with a single sword stroke. Nevertheless, he stood steadfast and indomitable as always. Letting this place get to him would not be wise. [break][break] What did strike Ardere, past the corpses and shattered spears was their location; the Desert of Mirages. This place held significance to Salamander and himself, as it was the place where they first met and decided to forge their pact together. It felt so far away now. So much had happened in these past years. He'd found strength, real strength through Salamander. It was not the kind of strength that leveled buildings, although that certainly helped, but rather the kind that helped a man when he felt truly alone and broken down. He felt as if he'd fallen off a building and broken his back, but Salamander did not give up on him. They did not give up on each other. And here he stood, side by side with a former Wizard King and a Daemon. [break][break] It's alright. He whispered to himself, placing a hand on his chest. Salamander had been stirring ever since their arrival. Nearly jolting as Nero waivered, the fire mage was concerned for his former friend and mentor. Nero... Even though he claimed to be fine, Ardere knew that look. The man was struggling with far more pain than he claimed. Even Zaven could sense it. Hania no doubt could as well. What struck him even more so was his old friend's words, words he probably needed to hear even after all this time. No one ever truly gets over a loss, especially one he was so directly involved in. Nero died by his own hands. And he could tell by the look in his eyes that the Wizard King remembered. He wanted forgiveness, perhaps acceptance was far more important. He needed to accept the fact that it was not his fault. [break][break] As much as I hate to admit it, you're probably right. Lucifer. Lead the way. He could hear the crying and screaming. Ardere's heart sank into his chest. Even if it wasn't real, this was not a sound any man could simply ignore. The Kasai had heard this sound outside of the Magic Zone, for him it was all too real. Clenching his fists, he took a deep breath and pressed onward. Hania and Zaven, you both keep an eye out for these illusions. The Desert of Mirages is no simple place to traverse, even if it's made up by that bastard Asmodeus. Don't overreact. Just call out anything strange. It was at this time Ardere noticed something; a strand of reddish brown hair on his shoulder. Odd. Choosing to ignore it for the moment, he closed his fist around the hair. There was more to this place than meets the eye.
