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Abyssal Road Trip - 518 - Lost and found
🕑 Added 2025-05-23 05:56:47 +0000 UTCAmdirlain’s PoV - Primordial Essence
Her initial impression had grossly underestimated the tens of thousands of shards she’d scrambled to locate and assemble. After the memory she’d retrieved of surviving the mines, time had passed with the steady beat and tiresome progress of a pickaxe tunnelling through granite. Initially, snippets of memories had made her feel like an incomplete jigsaw puzzle with more questions than answers. They returned out of order, hinting at powers and abilities that other recollections found incredible, while also revealing the horrors endured from her current and past lives. A flame-filled lamp had provided her a reenactment of the Abyss’s agonising ascension inferno, and her early years in the Abyss stitched together. They played out in seconds and left Amdirlain to gag on the floor.
Lethe crouched and rubbed her back. “Can you keep going?”
“I will not stop. I have to regain control of myself.”
I already survived this event. I’m keeping Sarah waiting.
Repeatedly, that simple mantra kept her moving until sections of her life finally connected and provided context to awful memories.
A buzzing caught her attention as Amdirlain strode through yet another forested landscape in her essence. Instinctively, she snatched the arrow from the air before it could pierce her chest. Yet another life flashed before her eyes, as a delver from Qil Tris coughed and wheezed, as the wound from an ogre’s barbed arrow filled her lungs with blood. Though she’d avoided being hit, she still had to ride out the last minutes of their life and the regrets that filled its end. It felt familiar and alien, bringing back nothing to her body but set a knot of regret in her stomach.
How many millions of deaths did the plinth hold me responsible for?
Lethe placed a hand reassuringly on her shoulder. “Past life?”
“Another from Qil Tris.” Amdirlain tried to push the forest away, but it resisted her attempts to alter their surroundings.
“Why didn’t you just give them what their society needed?”
“Then they would have become weak, decadent, and unable to protect themselves. If you get everything for nothing, you don’t appreciate it.” Amdirlain crushed the arrow into shards and flung it aside. “A youngster dead on her third delve. Why was she even in a region with ogres?”
“Some people think they’re immortal,” Lethe murmured, not lifting her hand from Amdirlain’s shoulder.
“Do you want a life of your own?”
“Are you going to claim all of Orhêthurin’s memories?”
“In time, I’ll want all my memories.” The sensation that had drawn them here flitted further away. “The fragment I’m looking for has moved.”
“Do you think it’s a creature or an object being carried?”
“It is what it is.” Amdirlain snorted in amusement at her old work cliche and stalked on. She heard bees buzzing angrily among the treetops and spotted a bisected hive. The lower half had dropped and shattered on a lower fork of the tree. Near the sticky, sweet-smelling mess, she could make out claw marks on the bark, and sections of honeycomb showed bite marks.
“There is a Pix here.” Amdirlain tilted her head as a fragmented piece of memory tickled. “I had a life where I was Pix.”
“How hard are they to catch?”
“They can teleport.”
Lethe perked up. “That’s a Power you’ve still to regain.”
“I wonder if she represents it or anything at all.”
“I can hope. It would save us having to walk everywhere, given this environment still considers us earthbound.” Lethe rubbed at the phantom pains caused by expectations in her calves.
“You could teleport around fine before.”
“Only because you expected I could do so, but you’re still not in control around here.”
Amdirlain shrugged helplessly. “It’s allowing me to use Protean more frequently.”
“Yet not in this forest,” grumbled Lethe.
The canopy rustled, and Amdirlain pointed towards the beehive. “She fled that way, so we should steer left.”
“Why do you want to get upwind?”
“For her to smell the bait.”
They trudged on for twelve hours through the forest, which grew menacing around them, and then came to life again behind them. Finally, they were in position far upwind, and the presence had not shifted away again.
Amdirlain held still, her hand outstretched, the image of a miniature tea cup filled with gently bubbling spiced mead fixed in her mind. Though she hadn’t been allowed to sample the liquor, Amdirlain remembered her craving for the scent. It held an allure that could cut through a riot of hot spices and the foul stenches from the Lord and his stables. Nearly half an hour passed before the presence began swiftly hopping towards them. The Pix with a brilliant gemstone gaze glared at her from the swaying canopy. She opened her mouth to display rows of needle-sharp teeth and a long tongue. With her threat delivered, she retreated slightly and allowed her mottled green and brown skin to meld with the branch.
The Pix holds the memory presence.
“I won’t harm you. We know each other. Are you aware of that?”
“You’re me.” She tilted her head as her gemstone eyes whirled.
Amdirlain nodded. “And I’m you.”
The Pix appeared on Amdirlain’s hand, only to chirp and scold her before she snatched up the cup. A sharp raspberry came from the tiny figure before it quaffed it down. As the last drop passed the Pix’s lips, memories of powers rushed through Amdirlain’s awareness. Before she held pieces, Amdirlain now recalled the full meditative trance where she’d experienced this part of her existence as the last piece clicked into place. She felt lighter as the final pieces of knowledge about her Greater Teleport and Flight powers returned to her, yet both held a different edge than previously. The Pix’s mastery of the powers came along with her most recent life. With that, she vanished, and Amdirlain felt her hollow eye sockets fill.
She let out a deep sigh and turned to regard Lethe. “How do I look?”
“You look like a Taurë with black fire opals for eyes. Maybe a wild and impulsive one who dyed her hair a brilliant azure.” Lethe tilted Amdirlain’s chin up to allow the golden flames illuminating the sky to wash across her gaze. “Very distinctive.”
Amdirlain laughed and shrugged broadly. “I don’t feel physically hollow in any parts of me now. Though I’m still missing some things, I’m unsure if all my powers got pushed into my soulscape. I hope my frequently used powers or skills weren’t damaged. Just worrying since the return of the energy was scouring my spiritual net before I drew my sigil inside.”
“Yet still no access to True Song.”
“Nothing yet, but I don’t know if that’s limited by this environment or still a missing piece. I don’t feel like it should be lost, as I could still hear when the unleashed energy initially trapped me.”
Lethe nodded. “Are you still sure sharing all these memories with me was right?”
“Yes, and I needed your perspective,” Amdirlain said. “I’ll admit if I knew everything at the start, I might have been more reluctant to do so. Yet, that’s only because of my history, not because of anything wrong with you.”
“Did I do the right thing by drawing you into the vault?”
“Are you still worried about that? You saved me from retaining millions of years of other people’s lives. It wasn’t how I had planned things, but you saved me a lot of emotional pain. While those memories are still inside my essence, they aren’t part of the elements that call to me. I’ll need to deal with them at some point, but I can take my time.”
A ripple shook the surrounding environment.
“Is it my imagination, or are those vibrations getting worse?”
“Yeah. It sounds like a bunch of experience points being rejected by my essence. Head back to the vault. I want to ensure you’re not hurt in this attempt.”
“True, I don’t want to lose my memories again!” Lethe shuddered, fear sparking in her voice. “How are you going to try?”
“I thought I’d see about expanding my sigil through my flesh. The returned energy isn’t truly separate from me, so we must become one.”
“Refining it towards creation will be challenging, especially given all you’ve already accomplished.”
“Since I’ve done it before, I might not see the insights the events would have otherwise represented.” Amdirlain shrugged. “I’m not afraid of a little work.”
Lethe grew focused and then rapidly teleported around the clearing. “Looks like I can teleport now, too.”
“I’m going to teleport around and see how many more pieces I can find.”
“Be kind to yourself, and try not to judge until you know everything.”
Lethe vanished, and Amdirlain rose above the treetops, trying to sense where the next goal lay.
Dozens of signals pulled her attention beyond the forest to a vast mountain range that rose to snow-capped peaks and sheer icy ridgelines. A Teleport took her to a rocky hilltop covered in the shattered remains of ancient nests. From the centre of the mess, a gleaming eggshell fragment peeked out from among the stinking droppings and detritus to draw her gaze. Heedless of the filth coating the metal, she picked it up, and memories of cuddling up on the porch of a strange house with Sarah rushed in. The early weeks of their honeymoon trip along the Mediterranean brought a bright blush to Amdirlain’s cheeks. Stripped of the music from within the moments it felt odd, yet still right.
I love her no matter what I hear—just needed the blinkers of expectations removed.
The eggshell liquified in her hand only to reform into a curved piece of metal.
More line-of-sight hops took her along the mountains’ slopes. Along her path, nooks and shallow caves delivered shards of metal, each of which surrendered more memories of her trip through the courts. Stripped of music, they only showed her the physical aspects that translating Resonance had once provided. Like the first eggshell fragment, the pieces didn’t dissolve as other objects she’d reclaimed, so Amdirlain stored each in a pouch at her waist. The memories of the White Tiger’s Claw tournament convinced her that the pieces all came from Sun Wukong’s headband. She took the pouch from her waist and loosened the string to slip the piece inside. Her arm trembled with remembered rage for Nazha’s act, and she bounced the pouch on her palm. With each impact, the points of the jagged pieces threatened to cut through the cloth.
What caused it to break? I don’t want to leave it in my Essence, so best not to toss it. It’s dangerous if I don’t treat it carefully. It needs to return where it belongs, when I’ve enough strength to turn Sun Wukong into a stone egg.
She returned the pouch to her belt and continued collecting more shards. When she crested a ridgeline, the rough terrain ahead transformed into a wintry wasteland, an ongoing blizzard swirling and obstructing her view.
A chain of teleports took her along the ridgeline, but the further she went, the weaker the draw until it was a gossamer thread that threatened to break. Though it seemed impossible to lose it completely, Amdirlain returned a few hops along her path. Her pulse pounded hard in her throat as the draw gained a curious echoing sensation with each hop. One was a fierce, threatening hostility, and the other a cold, brutal knife’s edge, colder even than the blizzard.
The point with the strongest draw for both lay in the opposite direction to her first attempt to skirt the blizzard. A rough path down a craggy mountainside threatened death with every step.
As the wall of the blizzard closed behind her, Amdirlain felt the hostile environment seal off her control over Teleport and Flight.
So much for teleporting between handholds if I needed it. I’ve not climbed in ages.
With the numbness in her skin spreading rapidly, Amdirlain imagined modern insulated climbing gear, and breathed a sigh of relief as it included the snug warmth. It was a momentary respite as the bitter cold drained heat through every millimetres of exposed skin, and even sucked at her through the insulation.
Free climbing in this is going to be a bitch.
Mithril cleats appeared on her boots, and an Adamantine ice-axe weighed down her right hand. Carefully lowering herself to the ledge’s edge, she wedged her ice-axe into the rock and swung over. Below her, only swirling ice and a short rock span were visible. Focusing on one hand hold and foot grip at a time, Amdirlain started downwards.
I started up the Cliffs of Lust in its humid air, and now I’m climbing down a peak that feels like K2 would be easier while a blizzard rages.
She ventured on through ragged passes and rough crevices, past frozen corpses wedged into ice caves, and the shattered remains of thousands of Catfolk, Elves, and other species. The bitter air lacerated through lips and ripped at her throat with every breath. Despite knowing she shouldn’t need to breathe, attempts to hold her breath soon had black dots dancing before her gaze. Blisters formed inside her boots, while fingertips grew numb and droplets of blood froze on her lips. Amdirlain pushed on. The presence remained constant throughout her climb, only a direction with no sign of her progress.
One increasingly clumsy footstep after another, she trudged on feet gone numb, her arms fatigue-laden, skin peeling from her body. The promise of dissolution grew stronger daily.
Amdirlain almost face-planted into a field of icy spikes when all resistance ceased mid-step. The blizzard had stopped with a snap, leaving the eerie stillness of a hurricane’s eye. Before her lay two Grecian huts, unsuitable for the environment behind her, but fine in this isolated pocket of existence.
Within one hut lay a warm fire and a banquet of food, a promise of respite and rest; in the other, a caged silver harp surrounded by metal brambles and razor wire. The location of the call was all around, not guiding her where the power lay.
I used to feel that my past as Orhêthurin trapped me.
Amdirlain stepped toward the razor wire and extended her ice axe to haul it out of the way. Contact brought back memories from the plinth of the deaths her trials had caused and the promise of more.
She pressed on, sliding the wire and brambles aside, hooking it out of the hut to build a clear path to approach the cage. Its lock resembled a pair of manacles with jagged spikes lining the interior. A light tenor sounded as she plotted the best way to stabilise the final strands of brambles and razor wire around the table.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” The words rang from the harp that transformed into Gilorn, a black crystal frame with shooting stars illuminating her body and neck curves.
“I’ve come far and faced far more fearsome trials. Why wouldn’t I want to recover everything I can of myself?”
“Yet this isn’t of yourself, it’s Ori’s burden. Why not make something new rather than shoulder it again? Songbird is a tiresome title, filled with responsibilities and burdens you didn’t want. Isolating and lonely.” Deep, resounding bass notes trembled through her bones and raised hairs across her neck, making her heart pound. “You can leave me here untouched and never reclaim True Song.”
Memories ripped flesh and broken bones that knitted wrong, twisted out of line by sour notes, but Amdirlain pushed her arms forward.
“I’m not rejecting Orhêthurin. We’re both pieces. Together we’re whole.”
Amdirlain thrust her arms into the manacles. The moment the spikes touched, they dissolved, and her awareness opened, unfiltered to True Song, allowing her to hear every detail of the Abyss outside her body effortlessly. Fire immolated the planes about her, while Eleftherios, Laodice, and Naamah observed at a distance.
Naamah is Eleftherios’s daughter, but what is Laodice doing here? She sounds calmer than outside Hades. Or is it that I can hear her theme properly now?
As Amdirlain collected the harp from its silvery cage, the Power of True-Song Genesis and the knowledge of its related architecture reawakened. Within her understanding of it were vast gaps that pointed to the vaulted memories Lethe secured, tempting her to spend time on them. She filtered her surroundings with a thought and examined the sky of flames within her essence. It pulsed with a new Primordial's raw, unaligned strength, like what she’d heard upon first meeting Lysandra.
A repeating refrain caught at the edge of Amdirlain’s hearing, and she willed herself to it. The music rose from the depths of a cave mouth and itched across the surface of her mind. Unlike the rubble-filled corridor leading to Lethe's vault, a perfectly smooth passageway curled into the depths and expanded into a cavern. Within, Amdirlain could hear a white-haired Grecian woman in a simple tunic and sandals perched on a boulder in the cavern’s centre. Lines were etched deep into her face around her eyes and mouth and sun spots blotched her skin. Her theme was a much weaker version of Lethe’s song.
As Amdirlain’s senses touched her, the woman opened her eyes. “What name do you use?”
“Amdirlain. Are you another guardian like Lethe, or something else?”
“I’m a simple interactive message that Orhêthurin left inside the energy she removed. This form was based on her yiayia. She was such a lovely lady.”
What became of our grandmother?
“Let’s start with a simple question. Why are you here?”
“I’m sure you’ve got many questions, but I don’t have all the answers. Indeed, to reach this point and have survived with your sanity, you’ll probably have made your peace with many of Orhêthurin’s memories.”
“Why leave a separate message then and not just have Lethe carry it?”
“To isolate all traces of the energy, and not raise an issue around which you’d have no chance to act on. I have one purpose—a warning. Beware Kronos, he has more shards than Orhêthurin could find. She felt his touch in every realm she visited that had so much as a remote resemblance to her original. Do nothing to aid him; it will only bring you more regret.”
It’s a little too late for that warning. I hope I can get to him before he restores himself. I might get lucky and have turned him into Eldritch chow. Still, let’s see what else she’ll tell me.
“What is the energy? It didn’t sound like what I’d expect from Orhêthurin’s strength.”
“That’s because when she stripped it from herself, she altered it. It’s now raw potential, but like all potential, you can live up to it or waste it. If it rejoined with you completely, then your Essence or Soul, however you see it, is complete again. If you cast it away from yourself, or use it to power an endeavour, either in part or its entirety, you’ll probably never be whole again. Though that might benefit others, it will keep your patér inside this realm even if it fails.”
“Did Orhêthurin expect to return?”
“Time branches along many pathways. She hid the energy in a place most unlikely for you to encounter by accident, and certainly not without sufficient strength to breach the seals placed over it.”
“Do you know what promises she made?”
“No. Such accounting wasn’t my purpose. Beware Kronos. He only cares for his own ascendency, and not the pain it brings others. My duration has elapsed.”
With that repeated warning, the woman faded out. Her mental powers bloomed in her mind, and Precognition beckoned with hundreds of possibilities. From among them, one attracted her attention for its symbolism, and Amdirlain recognised her True Name had changed.
Her senses stretched through her essence and flesh; she felt lingering traces of her spiritual net, damaged places with severed powers and skills, while others had suffered dislocation and scattering. She retrieved those scattered, and while some returned intact, others got absorbed by a well of strength that promised vast growth. With them, she also drew in the unsecured memories of the different stages of her life and avoided memories foreign to her.
Now it's time to return to Sarah. Sun Wukong hatched from that stone egg. The headband connects to him, and Phoenix transforms through their egg.
Untying her belt pouch, Amdirlain poured the shattered pieces of metal she’d recovered onto her palm. She imagined it reformed not to the loop she’d first seen, but as a cracked eggshell ready to burst apart and allow the chick its freedom. The metal reformed, and her sigil bore it aloft as they expanded beyond the horizon. As it touched the flames, it bound them to her sigil and yanked her attention outwards. With focused Willpower and days of effort, she pushed until she cracked the shell that could no longer contain the hatchling within.
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Eleftherios’s PoV - Ijmti
Years passed, and Amdirlain’s attention rarely shifted from incinerating the forest. Despite their attempts to bait her in various ways, nothing worked. She’d screech mockingly and return to igniting it with Primordial flames from her wings or beak. For months, she had perched on a mountain near a bubbling inland sea of corruption to roast it. She delivered an assault comprised of near-continuous blasts of Primordial fire—the white flares obliterated swaths of black sludge while the aura that flared from her wings cooked her surroundings. Kilometres wide, the fluid slowly dwindled, its surface level sinking over a hundred metres below the shoreline. A swamp near its edge had nearly dried up when movement caught Eleftherios’s attention.
An Abyssal Black Dragon rose from a pit near what remained of the swamp’s outer edge. As it braced to leap into the air, liquified corruption and decay oozed from its scales. Amdirlain’s head snapped forward, and a white beam of Primordial Mana leapt from before her beak to smash into the Dragon’s side. The unleashed energy instantly incinerated its wing and stripped scales from its side before plunging on through its body. She thrashed her wings and screamed at the sky. The nebulae in the shape of Tiamat’s eye continued to look down with cold amusement. With that done, Amdirlain leapt into the sky and returned to destroying the forest.
“It seems she’s got a grudge against dragons.” Naamah drawled. “Or at least ones that like to lurk in corruption. Good luck with the next attempt.”
Away from the leading edge of the forest fire, Laodice expands to become a mountain-tall Colossus on the horizon. Amdirlain's wings flared sharply over a new patch of trees and set them alight, but she ignored Laodice’s presence.
“Seems she wants to pick a fight with dragons. Have you considered Laodice taking on Dragon form?”
Eleftherios glanced towards the ever-present nebula that signposted the location of Tiamat’s Domain. “Not on this Plane.”
At least she doesn’t seem to have True Song at present.
A screech cracked nearby rocks, and Amdirlain flew over the mountain range away from the forest.
Still massive, Laodice appeared in her path. Amdirlain dissolved into smoke and flew between her legs then raced through a pass that split the mountain, turning into her faster pure energy as she did. Laodice created a Gate, only for Amdirlain to swiftly alter course, evade it, and continue her rush. She disappeared in a blink, leaving an afterimage in her wake, and explosions ripping apart demons on the mountains’ far side.
“She’s after another town.” Eleftherios groaned. “How did she increase her speed?”
“Maybe she’s peckish,” Laodice offered, as she looked over the mountain top. “The right appetite can inspire energy, and she’s ripping demons apart.”
“I heard she’d been making things, Father. If you don’t want to feed her more demons, can you bait her with something she’s created?”
Eleftherios shot Naamah a suspicious glance. “Really?”
“What? It’s a fundamental hunting principle. Understand who you’re hunting to prepare the right trap or lure. We’ve run out of options unless you want to see if she’ll respond to massed demons or dragons. She’s happy to spread the fire toward the few towns and cities on this Plane.”
A mocking thrill swept across the mountain range.
Laodice shrank and appeared near them. “I think she just told you she’s not playing our games.”
“Demons?” offered Naamah.
“I’m not luring her near an army you want eliminated.”
“The way things stand, we can’t lead her anywhere.” Naamah waved a hand dismissively. “I’m sure there will be plenty of time for her to blow more things up on her own initiative. You asked me to cooperate fully, and I’m pointing out her apparent priority for kills. Dragons, demons, and then the corrupted countryside of this place.”
A white blur came back through the pass, and Amdirlain reclaimed her perch to resume blasting the inland sea.
“She can fly fast, yet she hasn’t come after you.” Laodice eyed Naamah.
“I’m not a demoness. Let me test something.”
“What?”
“I can hire a few million Dretch for next to nothing, and spread them towards a Gate.”
“The Decay here will see them dead in short order,” Laodice noted.
“Not if you can convince whatever Aspect handles such things to protect them. Or open a Gate where she can see a demonic horde on the other side. You’ve tried asking nicely, and she just chased you off.”
“We’re not using her to wipe out your foes’ armies. What other suggestions do you have?”
“I’ll open a Gate near a small population centre to draw her attention. Though I don’t know what you’re worried about, she moves so fast that she’d pulverise any demon lords that try to get in her way.”
Naamah opened a Gate to Culerzic near a city bearing Moloch’s crest. Amdirlain raced through it before they could move, leaving a line of white flames behind. She smashed through the city’s outer walls like they were wet paper rather than enchanted stone.
“That’s a city,” snapped Eleftherios
“It’s a small city. You said I couldn’t get her to destroy any armies. The place is effective bait.” Naamah jumped through, and the aspects followed on her heels. Lines of white flames crisscrossed the city, as Amdirlain ripped apart the wards and obliterated thousands of demons every second.
“She’s not at full strength.”
“If he shows up, you two can smack him.”
As her rampage within the city continued, hordes of demons perished, and then, without warning, an Elf appeared at Eleftherios’s feet. The sparks of energy hovered away from him, and Amdirlain’s claws hadn’t left a mark. She blinked in and out of existence, leaving prisoners behind on each jump. Soon, thousands of mortals littered the plains around the trio.
“Isn’t that sweet? She’s bringing prey to show how good a hunter she is,” Naamah purred, reaching out for the first male Elf.
Eleftherios caught Naamah’s wrist. “Nexus.”
The mortals disappeared before Naamah could protest.
“Why don’t you just get this Nexus to move her the same way?”
“She’s already tried before you were involved.”
Moloch’s attention swept the area and caught on them before it vanished.
“Well, that’s no fun. He won’t show up now,” huffed Naamah. “You two are even less subtle than her.”
More mortals appeared nearby, yet disappeared from the Abyss as quickly as flames consumed the city.
“Feels like old times,” murmured Laodice.
Eleftherios shot her a flat glare. “I should never have listened to you when we were herding Leviathan.”
“If you hadn’t, Am wouldn’t have earned her first Tier 7 achievement so soon. That one got her to Fallen, which was critical.”
“That wasn’t thanks to you. She found that chance because of her own curiosity. If she hadn’t, Kairos or someone else would have thrown her into sufficient danger before she needed a Tier 7.”
Naamah laughed. “You are ridiculous arguing about the past. Let’s see if she wants to sink her beak into more things.”
“Oh, right?! How many years did you torture your daughter for?”
“What makes you think that it’s over? Since it was intentional, she’s still being tortured. I’ll remove some meat hooks out in a few billion years.”
An explosion flattened the city, and music sent earthquakes off in every direction, prompting the three to take to the air. Amdirlain spun a tight loop in the middle of the city, while metal rose from the depths. It formed a giant nest with the rubble sticking out like badly arranged sticks. Tendrils of the oily corruption rose from the Plane’s fabric and crawled across the landscape to pool beneath the nest.
“I’m moving us back.” Eleftherios teleported a million kilometres away. “She often builds to blow something up.”
During the days of the sludge accumulation, billions of demons were driven close, attempting to slaughter the trio and seize the growing power rippling from the nest. While Eleftherios and Laodice lashed out with weapons, Naamah released her aura. Sitting cross-legged in midair, she pretended to polish her claws while hordes of demons died in their tracks.
When there was no more sludge, a metallic framework of an egg formed inside the nest. As the last pieces assembled, the corruption ignited into a Primordial inferno, sending white flames skyward to illuminate the ongoing butchery.
Cracks ripped through the shell with a crystalline tone, and the tongue of flame turned into a column of Primordial Mana. It stabbed through the orange flames that covered the Plane’s sky, and sent shockwaves outwards, snuffing the orange fires out. As darkness descended, an afterimage of raised wings rose through the column and in their wake, the egg released a dusky-skinned Colossus. Amdirlain stood thirty kilometres tall, dressed in simple green robes. As she strode out of the flames, Eleftherios detected a band of Primordial metal that contained an energy foreign to the realm in her grasp. Her attention brushed over the corruption-drained ground, and a wry smile showed before her chin lifted.
Cold nebulae and constellations swirled in her eyes as her gaze landed on Laodice and Naamah. She sang a sustained note of liquid grace that rippled through the attacking demons, creating candles of Primordial flame where they’d stood. Scattered among the devastation were a few isolated demons of varying species.
“Choose better.” The dry chastisement crashed over those still alive, before spells sent the demons across the planes.
“That’s certainly not Orhêthurin,” Eleftherios murmured.
“Thank goodness,” breathed Laodice. “I might survive.”
“She’s not at all happy to see you. Maybe I’ll get lucky enough to see an Aspect die.” Naamah laughed.
Eleftherios stiffened as the liquid notes resumed, and a wave of burning abyssal corruption spread outwards. A shift in its immolation caused it to release raw Primordial Mana, and with its change in nature, the energy shifted between dimensions and planes to feed the Titan’s forge.
Comments
TheMartinalfa
I loved how AmPheonix was simply "YOLO GUYZ" :D
Gopard
Thanks for the chapter!
