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I feel as Erin is slammed to the ground by a giant chimeric beast, unfortunately I am unable to protect him while he’s awake and able to push my will back. Hmm, something is interfering with his ability to cast… a hungry creature that feasts on ambient energy.
There is opportunity in this madness. I would hate for my precious vessel to be damaged by such an insignificant threat like this doctor and his pets. Erin holds his arm against his chest as he struggles against the beasts, feeling me gathering my energy from his chest as I prepare to solve this non-issue for him.
But then the magic-eater is thrown into the sky and the moment is passed. I suppose I’ll have to wait another time then. OH? Life herself takes the stage! her fury is quite something to behold from behind the sorcerer's eyes.
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Erin has fallen asleep in a city of useless but heavily enforced laws. He came here in hopes of answers from Her servants, not even believing that She’s real due to his own bias.
But that doesn’t matter, right now he is dreaming and it is quite an interesting dream indeed. So much guilt wrapped in the symbolism… to his left, the knowledge he seeks - but to his right, the chained swordsman. Even I’m there, representing his conscience, funnily enough.
Selfish as always, he chooses knowledge over his ally, even comparing it to a past mistake he made with his dear sister. Then he wakes up to the painful sting of the morning sun and the crushing guilt.
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Erin is working to protect this lawfully cruel city with the help of his allies from a thundering storm with a name built on fear. I do enjoy listening to Erin’s mockery of the boastful gust of wind and lightning.
But then the storm dares commit an offense I cannot forgive. Not only does he strike my vessel into unconsciousness, but he DARES steal my form. This MOCKERY will not go unpunished, this false dragon and his arrogance to try and steal the fear I had rightfully EARNED.
My power explodes upward like a geyser of my hate as I take control and blast Life’s Vessel and anyone nearby out of my way. I make sure the vessel does not fall into unconsciousness, so as not to rouse Her.
I look upon the storm that stole my visage with hateful disgust as I calmly decide to tear it apart piece by piece. With the power of my true name written inside the form, I drag the cloud back to stone with the agony of my rage eating it from the inside out.
This little god shall die in ignorance… I like that very much. That shall be a worthy fate for the foolish would-be terror. Boldly, my vengeance is rudely interrupted by an annoying flame thrown my way.
Then I am faced with something new: a human, eaten by Fire. I certainly didn’t design them to do that. I mean, what would be the point? Fire was nothing but trouble, alike as we were. Nonetheless, this shall be an easy distraction to handle. Fire was the first to die - anything left of the human should consider it a mercy.
With the visceral crack of my power dispersing the flame entity, I comment on how free will did their species no favors. I had only a second to enjoy it though because, to my surprise, the Fire Thing lives and even grabs ahold of my vessel, burning the skin of his arm!
Desperately, I throw some power into what counts for his face, giving me a moment to recover as I heal back the skin with the help of Life’s essence. But the creature did not relent, it did not stop! I was barely slowing it down!
THIS MAKES NO SENSE?! FIRE WAS DEAD, SO A FRAGMENT SHOULD BE NOTHING! No, my issue here is the fragility of my vessel. I cannot even relinquish control because its simple fury would kill him without noticing! I CAN DO NOTHING!
Suddenly, I am grabbed aside and protected by the blonde swordsman. He tries… speaking to it?? And… it appears to be listening… How did he tame that thing? Honestly, between the caves and this, I might actually begin to owe him.
The fact it even recognized him, Fire had no virtue that could even be remotely described as self-control, I tell the swordsman as much before he grabs hold of me and dares to threaten me for speaking.
Then I noticed something strange… my power does not hurt him in the same way as it would anyone else… I take a closer look and come to an interesting realization, This swordsman lacks any of my essence! I should’ve realized it sooner, something not of my design.
And not only that… he tastes ever so faintly of something I have craved for. Oh, how delicious it will be when I finally kill him. Then, to my suprise, Erin wakes up and even slaps me in the face while I still retain control, he struggles to voice a warning as the furious cloud demands the swordsman’s attention.
Erin, in half control, buckles to his knees as the storm screams at us for the agony he truly deserved, and to my joy he still has no idea how I did it. Either way he’s threatening the swordsman should it be attempted again.
To my great annoyance Erin decides to once again to paralyze himself to counter my will. Damn you! Fine…