LVI_I_Majestic_Singular_-_The_Self_of_the_End
And as He pronounced "be", they all came into being. Indeed, all men, all angels and all demons, all things terrestrial and celestial were brought into being for no reason other than to love God.
Do you remember that stick or rod that Alkol always carried around wrapped in a cloth? It was in the shape of a question mark excluding the dot at the bottom. Remember? Well, it turned out it actually included that dot, just not at the bottom.
As Alkol bared the stick, a small cube bounced flying and floated encircled by the curved part of the stick. You would think that it would be a visual paradox to see one so soothingly graceful as Alkol quickly turn three hundred and sixty degrees and throw the stick skyward, but he somehow managed to make that swift movement so respectably graceful.
Hereby I command you to rise to reality.
Alkol's stick - more accurately the Sinkronimikon, for it did not technically belong to Alkol; or to anyone, for that matter - shone dazzlingly across the morning sky and expanded. It also metamorphosized as it expanded. There was now a giant serpent raging toward Fildablo. The Sinkronimikon had once again turned into Krōn O Kraxt after millions of years
It ate the what amounted to a third of the portal. Of course, the portal was still somehow there, with the Perdowsuan titan referred to by the Paragan as Magnus grabbing Fildablo from below. The serpent circled around Aulothanwin, consuming Fildablo as it went along, and it passed through the titan's fists as if they both Magnus and Krōn O Kraxt were spirits. It stopped as it had almost reached its tail. Then it expanded again, Fildablo expanding along within it, and the titan changed its aspect ratio, stretching to keep up with it.
O Sinkronimikon, extract all the spirits from all the Gates and make them obedient onto me, or see them to nothingness!
In Vornelfia, shadows were dyed sky-blue. In Vornelfia, the colors of objects reflected in one another. In Vornelfia, colors blended in together instead of mixing. In Vornelfia, Kamikaita was having a repetitively nice morning by the beach, equally pleasant to her as every other that came before and would possibly come after. Kamikita had the body of a fifteen-year-old woman - just like the body Satra had possessed - and her existence was of eons. Her straight white hair reached her cheek and her upper neck, her turquoise eyes shining through the locks, contrasting with them along with her coal black skin. She was dressed traditionally like a boy. Her chest was - at least according to what was apparent over her very modest clothing - utterly flat. Her hips were only wide enough to meet the absolute minimum of femininity. Yet, despite carrying all 'tomboy' elements both in style and in physique, her behavior and personality were absolutely feminine.
Kamikita was sitting with an actually teenage dryad. A subspecies unnaturally naturally evolved from western elves that were extremely distrusting of every outsider, including elves, excluding Kamikita. Asentra - the faerie like minion summoned by Alkol - was sitting on Kamikita's right shoulder, swaying her legs and flapping her wings inconsequentially, playing with Kamikita's white locks with her little left hand. The other minion, Avelak, was resting on Kamikita's lap, being patted by his new mother. By his first mother. By Mother.
"Kamikita . . . why are you distressed?" said Nazi. She would be the dryad. And her name is not pronounced 'Natzi', just 'Nazi', as is written.
"I'm distressed? I think you're right, Nini. That boy, you see him?" she nodded toward an elf who was at least three-hundred years old standing on the part of the shore where water directly met vegetation, away from the part where they were sitting where the water directly met stone atop which grew foliage and trees, "I need to talk to him about something. He will probably feel embarrassed. But I will be embarrassed too. I don't know if you should be there with me or not. I feel like I need support but I feel like it would be better alone also, you know?"
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The Second Carpenter
FantasyA dark fantasy novel with philosophical themes set in another universe with various races of humans, elves, vampires, and a vast body of unique and mysterious mythology. Follow the adventures of various main characters while also experiencing a fair...