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Unit B.E. that had been half-broken momentarily started up again, issued a strange warning, "WARNING: ENTROPY LEVELS IN THE AREA HAVE REACHED MORTAL STAGE; IMMEDIATE EVALUATION IS ADVISED," a few times, and then shut down again.
It had been, maybe misleadingly, described by Suakasai that elves were 'killing each other'. That may not have been quite accurate, as a battlefield does not quite work in the simplistic function of matching numbers immediately neutralizing one another. Elves had been the chosen children of this planet for an eternity, and some of them were over thirty million years old. In that optimum of experience, it took an awkwardly long time for any elf to make a mistake in the battlefield. As such, as of this point in my report, not a single elf in that battlefield has actually managed to die; even though the prospect does look quite formidably imminent.
On a more southern side of the warzone, however, vampires that had now utterly crushed the army accompanying Gareil and Violet, were now marching toward the Capital, having drunk multiple villages dry along the way. It was a fabulous sight for themselves, as they had been accompanied for some time now by the Paragan, the Ekowa, and also the humans carrying Bartan's blood, now risen to his will, not quite distinguishable from the darker side of the Ekowa. But their crimson frenzy did not last so long, as the death of their lord struck them out the forgetfulness of things they had never learned in this lifetime. The distortion in space was undone, and many quakes cracked the face of Aulothanwin in various places. Heaven rained blood to their eyes; vampires were suddenly tired, wingless, and hungry. They looked up and whined the Father's name with teary eyes. "Madowa . . ." cried an army of vampires incoherently, even though most of them had not known of his existence. Such was the attraction of blood; but that was not the limit of the causes that had petrified that accursed race. The Architect is unleashed! Looking sad, they had faced upward. Now looking terrified, they faced the horizon.
To momentarily digress, we have discussed slavery with regard to Alkol, and, even regardless of what Suakasai had felt upon meeting him, you must also have taken his charisma into account. But allow me to ask you a question about the difference between these too subjects. What is charisma? Also, is it really possible to enslave another being? Is it possible to bend another will to your own? Norhan had told Bluemoon and Scarlet that objects obey humans because they will it. Hence, what is that peculiar energy that inspires obedience? What is the reason that as Alkol pronounces 'Die', whatever he addresses obeys, falling instantly? Looking at it technically, it is through a relation of abnormally intense flow of tast; but what is tast, but a connection? Becoming one with Nature to the level that your will be one with the will of the Mother, and therefore the world around you being overwhelmed by an urge to follow you - is that not what charisma really is? When Nature does not follow you, but is you, for its will and yours are one and the same, and as it follows you, it simply follows itself.
It was the Paragan that did not lose heart. They had only recently entered this plane, and as warrior citizens who were even more battle-efficient than titans, excluding late Madowa and the elite of the CBE organization, they did not quite understand the astral charisma that this esterling emanated. Alkol could not kill them by telling them to die, as their arms connected them to the will of the hive which was a perpetuous of the Professor Magnus's programmed instructions. They approached Alkol in high speed as Alkol approached toward them, colossal demons of the Ekowa falling one after another by his feet with no resistance. Even though the Paragan were not afraid, they were also not foolish, or perhaps they were too foolish, as they were led by Sina to fully exit their mothership to attack the Elf. Alkol willed all the humidity in the ship's vicinity to turn into two gigantic icicles that crushed the mothership. Then he raised two cliffs right out of the soil which sent about half of the Pragan and a large proportion of Ekowa and Bartan's blood flying, before turning into two giant faults that consumed them in their fall and closed up. Alkol then summoned a menacing blade in his hand made of pure tast, shining violet, and lunged toward the remaining Paragan, cutting off their arms, after which the 'die' command would work just as fine as a regular situation with a native subject. It was a somewhat painful but quick purification process. Alkol took no pleasure in being a witness of suffering, hence he made the time lapse between the cut and the command nearly nonexistent. It was a fact that he had been terribly exhausted after his battle in Madowa's domain, which was why Sina, the Leader of the Paragan, took him about five point three seconds to defeat. For reasons unclear, Esterad was left last. Alkol had barely even noticed when he had cut down that enraged human named 'Martin' who had charged at him with all the vindictiveness a human vessel could contain. But he noticed this final piece of legacy that went by the blessed name of Esterad. She was crying inside, keeping a straight face as essential of Paragan. Alkol cut off her arms. This time, he was not quick. The pain in her gave her relief like the satisfaction of stiff muscles after noble labor.
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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...