Opungale.
The Auroras were finally livid with life again. Each, carving its own slice of the world across the vast continent made harmony with nature again, giving light and a dense, unseen dose of vigorous energy. The plant life on the continent seed to have missed its neighbours and caretakers.
The Auroras were like all the great cities on Feinheath, only friendlier to plant and animal life. For a little while, the Sif, who had been restored from the Seedification ritual through the Deathly Ruse had gathered in all the Auroras, laughing, crying and rejoicing. They tended to their hos, lit the lanterns, hugged the trees and made love. It was good to be ho, they had thought, but then Skullius had snapped his fingers, and they weren't ho anymore.
They had once again left their entire continent untended. The embers of their vicious joy and relief still lingered in the Auroras though, as did the lights they had left on.
This was for the best.
After all, the chaos was about to begin, and it wouldn't spare them. This could be the end of Aigas.
The Hybrid Warmoth sat atop a great mansion in the Wonderfall Torrents, Darwel's personal domain. The rushing of tall, rapid falls, misty and cool, made the atmosphere around the mansion delightful. Skullius could almost enjoy it.
The Null Lifeform had his arms over his knees, looking into the distance, beyond the sea.
The [Entropy's Harmonising Nimbus], spotting threads of Ju`wtte that pulled on its volu to give it shape, hugged him protectively, barely revealing half his face. His coin grey skin had almost turned lighter, his honey-coloured hair shorter; perhaps the stress had trimd it for him.
All Skullius had were dark thoughts in his head at the mont. His vigilance, his wariness and anxiousness had shot so high that they could see tomorrow beyond the hills of today.
All the preparations were done now, but he didn't feel as though they were enough. There were too many variables.
The only thing Skullius could control was collateral. He had warped everyone he'd marked with a symbol of [Just Light] earlier to the Empyrean Bosom. While he was at it, he had sent over the chest he'd retrieved from the Labyrinth of the Yoke. Back when he took it as part of the loot for inheriting the Insurgent Magnus Class, he had thought that the only hurdle towards opening it and extracting the boons within was mastering [Evil Darkness] and [Just Light].
Well, it appeared he'd been misguided, or perhaps he'd misunderstood sothing.
Skullius only hoped that whatever was in the chest wouldn't get into Fulgardt's hands, but was there a guarantee that this hope of his would co true?
But even when it ca to the matter of avoiding collateral by warping all the denizens of Aigas away, there were aspects he couldn't control.
Quite honestly, the snag had unnerved him.
It appeared that there were people Skullius couldn't warp away, even after he branded them.
Oddly enough, they weren't even Divine; they were simple mortals, none the wiser about their ability to reject his influence in this way.
Skullius recognised so of them. His senses were broad and intricate, after all.
There was Bek, and there was the Ode of the First Horn, and then there were six others.
All of them were Spirit Wardens, the sort of people with unnatural connections to souls and Spirits.
These kinds of people had been a mystery to Skullius for the longest ti, and now, the mystique behind them had grown even more suffocating.
But be that as it may, there was sothing even gnawing than the existence of these people. Only one thing could make Skullius brood on the roof of a mansion like this.
Unfortunately, where he would have desired less chatty company, what he got was…
the Fruit Bearer standing by his side said. It was a pretty woman in a tasteless off-white tunic, grinning as she stared at the Hybrid Warmoth. The vessel seed to convey 120% of Suzate's intent and emotion. Perhaps that was why she chose to wear it for this.
"Don't start with ," Skullius warned with a scowl.
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