Boron said.
A stretch of silence followed.
The giant, statue-like marble existence within which Boron inhabited was seated atop a great, magnificently carved boulder. Fifteen much smaller, dark, stone-like Cavern were on Boron's figure, tended to him. They held what looked like bright cloths, washing the great lateral wound on his chest from which a stream of energy textured like soapsuds attempted to leak out of him in copious volus.
Before and around the great Deity, a host of Carven could be seen, gazing at him reverently. Their numbers were enormous, and they sat in segregated groups according to their ranks. The nearer they were to Boron, the stronger they were.
Behind them all was a vast gaping pit in the ground, which had forrly been the Extre Formula - a brand on Aigas ant to seal anything to do with the Under from the surface.
After Skullius and Replicus had finished their battle, Boron had given the permission for the rest of his Carven to rise through from the Under and now they gathered around him.
The Deity had expected to imdiately command them to assault Aigas, and carry forward with his intentions, but Elita had thrown a wrench in his plans.
Boron was critically injured and his vessel wouldn't last long.
This was particularly annoying because the plans he had in mind were not limited to simply dismantling Aigas as revenge for what Quintess, Listafelle and now Suzate, had done to him. He couldn't trust his Cavern with so of the more delicate work that was required.
Boron cast his eyes heavily over his subjects.
The silence that followed after his words was not born from hesitation.
All the Cavern were burning with the desire to be his vessel, but they wouldn't voice it. Just because Boron asked, did not an that he required an answer from them.
There was strict conduct that was to be observed before Boron, established in the Under, and this fact was engrained in all the Carven.
Most importantly, though, most of the Carven did not have the capabilities to contain Boron's power.
The Herald whom Boron had taken over had been especially bred to contain his power for a very long ti. There could be no other better replacent that could be provided imdiately.
However, among the Carven, there did exist possible temporary options: those that had reached Divinity.
Boron would choose from among them.
"Let be your vessel, Lord Boron."
All the Carven were surprised.
They turned, so with eyes livid with bloodlust at the individual who had just spoken.
It was a Carven with large, twisted horns, charred-looking skin and one gleaming eye. It was Ashema.
He stared at Boron boldly, disregarding all the condemning eyes burning at his outline.
"Please, let beco your vessel," he stated again.
Many would have protested and called him insolent for even speaking aloud.
Many would have risen and ripped him to shreds for his gall.
But they didn't.
Ashema had known they wouldn't, not in Lord Boron's presence.
A part of him was surprised by his own boldness. Before rising up to Aigas, Ashema would have never dared to stand against custom and tradition like this. He was not above it. He never considered himself enough to speak in front of Lord Boron if not given the permission to do
so.
As playful, curious and eager as he might have been, Ashema wasn't ignorant or keen on disregarding anything from his holand - values he had been bred to understand.
Yet bits of him had changed. Cracks in this solid foundation had ford.
The one to inflict these cracks was none other than Skullius, whom he had spent a few days following from Opungale to Feinheath.
There was a tantalising air of freedom around that man - how he travelled across the world, doing whatever he pleased, saying whatever he wished and ignoring even the most profound powers that inspired Ashema for just this one mont.
Boron considered him.
he said.
Ashema bowed his head.
"Becoming your vessel is reward enough for . It's enough for any of us, my Lord," he said.
The sharp glares of the Carven around him softened at these words.
Boron said.
Ashema raised his head.
"You could make it so that I was suitable."
Boron smiled.
Such commitnt.
The process of becoming a vessel for most ant the extinguishnt of their souls, especially with how Boron wholly settled a great portion of his soul within them.
Such would happen to Ashema as well.
Boron said.
Ashema was baffled.
Ashema felt a pulse of joy.
Well, that hadn't been what he had expected.
To think that Lord Boron would choose to allow him to run rampant, as he desired, rather
than to beco his vessel.
He grinned.
Boron said to him.
Indeed, even Deities could not grant Divinity. Divinity was a loneso mission.
Ashema was trembling with excitent.
What exactly was Lord Boron planning to give him?
The Deity's body shone with imnse power. However imnse it was, however, it was far from what Boron could muster at his peak. He was slowly losing control of his body and he had exhausted much of his strength by bypassing the Rules of Aigas to make the drapes of ti Skullius had made fix onto the present Aigas.
His Divine energy surged.
he said and raised his hand to point
at Ashema.
The Carven around Ashema drew away him.
Their peer was about to be blessed.
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