Chapter 510: Ra'azel

Chapter 510: Ra'azel

Harvesting

Drip

The sound of a drop hitting the surface was the only thing breaking the silence, until a new sound intruded.

How annoying, a voice spoke from the side of the small room. Its walls were covered in glowing symbols that pulsed in a synchronized rhythm. A light source was fixed on the ceiling, a gemstone the size of a fist, casting the room in the dim orange glow, lengthening the shadows on the floor and the walls.

A tall and wide figure sat on a backless chair that barely fit his frame, his white fur was matted from sweat and grime caused by his tireless work. His head was turned down, his many ringed eyes were focused on the work placed on the long wooden table pushed against the stone wall. Thick legs, held it up, reinforced by symbols carved into its surface. Trinkets, pieces of metal, gears, and wooden planks littered its surface, seemingly thrown around aimlessly. Three orb-like, constructs floated above the figures head, rotating slowly. Their metal surface was covered with decorative lines, while at their front a small opening allowed a glowing gem to be seen within. Each of the orbs held a different colored gem, blue, green, and red. The light coming out of them was focused into a narrow beams, each carving symbols on pieces of metal floating alongside them. Once a metal plate was filled, it would fly away, carried by the air itself to a shelf nearby.

There was no pause, no input by the figure. The orbs operated alone, like an automated assembly line, tirelessly working, fulfilling their purpose.Updated from n0velbIn.(c)o/m

Drip

So many changes, the figure, the yeti, the Runesmith, the Bondsmith, the Worldsmith, Raazel Equinar, whispered in the dark as his deft fingers moved over the construct on the table with precision and intent. Every move was calculated, every muscle of his hand moving exactly as he wanted it to, a mastery of someone who had spent lifetimes perfecting his craft.

The target of his attention was a piece of thick and flat dark steel, as long as his forearm and etched with runes. Next to it was a piece of preserved flesh, carved out of a living being. Grey skin and red meat below were wrapped with his power, runes preserving it and keeping it alive. In his hands he held something ethereal, unseen to anyone but his senses, something that didnt fully exist in the Real Realm. It saddens me that I am still so restricted. If only I could affix this to myself, to my own body, he shook his head in disappointment. I was looking forward to being able to use Qi, to feel how techniques work closely But alas, this shall have to do for now.

He stood up and turned to a dark corner of the room and walked over, his bare feet stepping into the wet pool on the floor.

Drip, another drop of blood hit the ground

He ignored the blood sticking to the soles of his feet, and leaned forward, looking at the form suspended on chains and hooks.

Now, where is it? He asked, not really expecting an answer. Which part of your Soul holds these techniques of yours?

He reached forward, his hand turning ethereal and surrounded by a faint glow. A rune ignited on his own Soul, and his hand sunk into the withered husk. He sifted around, not taking any care to be gentle at all, the husk twitched, but there was no sound coming out of its throat. Finally, he found what he was looking for, it was obvious after a closer look, he had already harvested most of the rest.

There it is, he whispered absentmindedly as he pulled out a piece of the Soul, careful not to damage it. He carved runes, altered versions of his Aspect Bindings, and bound the piece of the Soul to his will. Then, he slowly grafted it onto himself, layering it into the patchwork of Soul pieces already added to his own Soul. It was curious to him, how some pieces seemed to integrate perfectly with his body while others required a work around. But, in a way it did make sense. The Infinite Realm was the next iteration, the one following his. Some things in the Infinite Realm were built up from what Raazel was familiar with, while others were something new.

With the will and runes, he connected the elements of his Soul with the vambrace, and then he started to experiment.

No knowledge poured into his head, like with all the other pieces that he had taken, but instinct, as if something from long ago that he could barely remember, that echoed in the deepest reaches of his mind. He stepped to the other side of the room, and the construct that he had built as target practice.

Then once he felt like he had a handle on it, he focused. His will and Soul responded. Something flowed out of the addition to his being, and touched his vambrace. A small blast expanded out of his construct, the air pushed away, hitting the target and rocking it slightly.

Raazel smiled, he had more work to do, but soon he would know all the secrets of this new Framework, and he would bind it all to his will.