The gunslinger. The blue-eyed, copper-toned, cute little Me'ka fur-boy with the white-tipped golden fur and holographic lens headset. The mystic pretty-boy magi (otherwise called a runite mage). The stunning elven dame who looked like she was cultivated from a carrot patch. And the handsome, mocha-skinned, freckled-face ladies man with the cosmic ovary-reaping eyes and a trusty fairy companion who was the better part of his conscience. All of them gathered around what Ricven called The Heroes' Table, a round setup flowing with fissures of calm light that streamed into a shimmering orb center. The futuristic-looking platform sat in all of its high-tech glory inside Gate Command, which has become one hell of a verdant paradise merged with Cruxhaven's ancient stone, Klarissa's botanical magic, and the Me'ka's complex machinery.
It also sat elevated levels above the main floor below, where the silent Verse Conduit gleamed a dormant light within its etches and nodes.
Ricven released the Tetracon from his hand, and as the inverted mini pyramid of cryptic art and brimming light found the table's globular core, the Tetracon split open in a swell of light and an explosion of mystic data dumped across the table top like some great sphere of constellations, only that it was a burst of information—an overload of cryptograms, solar systems, moving pictures, the works. It was always a spectacle when Ricven revealed that great tool of knowledge. Wickels's headgear couldn't process everything shown, but the most of his data resonated with the bizarre workings shown, and that twitched his high ears in awe-inspired thrills—cute enough to complement the sudden expanse of his healthy blue eyeballs.
"Okay," Ricven began. "Class in session! As you spectacular creatures know, all demons and creatures of darkness, by natural default, can tap into the worst power of them all—nethra." He manipulated the streams of information and expanded a simulated representation of liquid fire and darkness bundled up in a perpetual orb like some kind of black sun until it shifted into a solid bundle of dark crystals imprisoning said fire as if chiseled straight out of some hell cave far, far away. It also turned into a horned black skull and crossbones for goofy Ricven sake. "It's a matter of choice if they do or not."
"It's only strange as to why Deathwynd chose to acquire it—regardless how short-lived it was for them," said Aethenius.
Ricven quirked his brow. "Well, if it makes it easier, they were the fucked exception."
"Sounds like it didn't do them a shit of good. Why waste time screwing around with that if not take on the full enhancement jump?" Wickels, despite his fixated eyes upon all the nifty little cryptograms and stellar graphics of the Tetracon before him, put on a frowny smirk with an added small rut in his furry brow. "Poor waste of opportunity if ya' ask me."
"Sheolora's party weren't the smartest of the batch..." Fae said. The Deathwynds may have been a threatening force, but they weren't the best of opponents compared to the others that kicked a ruckus above them. It explained their rocky relations with Kariendra, their mistreatment, the mini rebellion and their disengage once Kariendra took the plunge, giving them their freedom to evolve...which still wasn't enough (as one may have noticed a chapter ago).
"The Kariendra once practiced its sinister nature to its fullest extent. Explains their late regent's stellar supremacy," Klarissa said.
"The fount of her power stemmed from the achlys shard. Charlieze was owned by that thing. We've since destroyed it. Doubt it was the only one," said Cornelius.
"Oh, there's more than one—and they ain't easy to just pluck off a tree." Ricven then manipulated the flow of Tetracon's knowledge and the animated representation of nethra transformed into a large hunk of jagged black crystal, an achlys shard, that gleamed a cosmic crimson from its inner shell. "There's always a way to fuck with forces one has no experience of, but the exceptional ones get lucky. And they never last for long, either."
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