Through my Blood

Chapter XXXIII: Touching the Sky - Part 3

[Remus' POV]

"I may remain unparalleled among the Dov in Bel... summoning... and Alok-Dilon... necromancy... but with what you want to achieve... thy knowledge is... limited."

After discussing my business with him, Durnehviir seemed tired.

"So, in the end, I must meet these conditions at least..." I answered, "I am confident with my conjuration skill but I'm not sure if I'm able to satisfy the others..."

Immense magicka reserves and an unrestricted access to a plane oblivion. I'm not very sure about the last condition.

Unrestricted access to a plane oblivion? Would my journey to Apocrypha even count? I don't have the black books with me though.

Besides I swore I won't ever go back there.

"If I may ask, why do you wish to know... about these things?" Durnehviir suddenly questioned, interrupting my thoughts.

"Oh, it's just something I wish to learn. My teacher used to do it." I answered without much thought.

The dragon's eyes visibly widened in surprise, "There is a being in Vus capable of doing that at this time?"

"I guess so. But, I'm not sure where he is... or if he's even still alive."

"Hmmm... zofaas suleyk." the dragon grunted before briefly staring at me. "If you truly want to learn about this... I must suggest that you learn to project something from Vus to a plane of Oblivion."

Uhh, what? At first, I didn't know what to make of what he just said but then I got it. "You mean, I have to do something like a... reverse-conjuration?"

"Geh."

That's actually not a bad suggestion. I might be able to do it even if I couldn't meet the mentioned conditions.

I drew both my swords and focused on my conjuration magic. Surely enough, after a few moments, both my swords fizzled out of thin air.

It worked!

"The only problem would be is how you will get those back."

WHAT?! Dumbfounded, I shouted at the Durnehviir, "Wait...! You don't know how?!"

"Niid. I never said I did." the dragon replied with utmost nonchalance. "My time in Vus... is running short. I must return."

"Are you serious?!" I cried as I watched portions of Durnehviir's body slowly fading.

Ah, damn it! Why did I even try it on my swords?! Plenty of things around here and my bright mind chose to use my main arms as subjects. At least I still have my dagger... Wait—That's not the point! I just lost my swords!

"Qahnaarin." I heard the dragon call for me.

I raised my brow annoyingly. "What?"

"Do not worry, this one is certain you may do it. after all..." he paused, staring directly at me, "I can sense it in you... You and I... We are the same... both are bound... to a higher being. You might harness that being's energy."

Bound to a higher being...? Does he mean...

"Also... be wary. You will be met by terrible adversaries soon. Whatever you do... do not underestimate them."

"Adversaries? Hey, what do you—" I couldn't even finish my sentence as Durnehviir slowly disappeared in purplish fire.

I found myself alone in the huge plain. I looked up the sky. It was already dark... I was sure the sun was still setting moments ago.