James looked up to the sky as a roar reached his ears. What the fuck? Looking around, he saw everyone else who was setting up King Kristoph's public trial also glancing to the North-East.
"I returned to rule this world! No child will be abused! No person will go hungry! I will crush any who stand in my way!"
What the fuck? James had heard that voice before. It was the voice of the Demonic Dragon. But the way it spoke. It spoke in English, but those around him muttered and discussed what the voice had said in Khrelardian. And...everyone understood it?
His mana core fluttered in his chest, and he closed his eyes, listening to the inner voice. The words it said chilled him to the depths of his being, and he opened his eyes, staring to the direction the voice came from.
Vael and Gael were lounging outside of the dread fortress with some of the other guards who were on break. They heard Lyn's voice...no, the voice of the Destroyer, speaking in Arinol. Listening to the proclamation, they grinned and stood up, "Hail Lyn Rivers! Destroyer!"
The Duskari and Newen around them took up the cheer, and soon the whole of Lynhold was roaring in tandem.
The elder members of the council ran out and joined in the chanting. A people, two different races, united under a singular cause.
The twins shared a look. They knew more would come. More would join Lyn's banner. She would build a world...and they would be by her side.
Trisha and Ben were sitting down to dinner with their four children. She was admonishing Lawry for holding his fork incorrectly, when the duo heard the voice. Ben stood up immediately and his mana flared around him as he prepared to fight...whatever it was.
They shared a look. They had heard that voice before. The Demonic Dragon. But...it promised to...do good things? "Ben..." Trisha said gently. "Sit down and let's finish dinner."
Ben gave her a quizzical stare, "We can't just not do anything. You know that voice as well as I do."
"There's nothing we could do right now."
Ben grunted and stared South before sighing and sitting, "No, you're right. There's nothing we could do." He looked at her. "Our family comes first."
Trisha gulped down the knot that had risen in her throat and nodded. Our family comes first.
Kory felt his heart racing as he jolted upright. He heard the voice, that familiar, taunting voice that had been suppressed by violence, lust, drinking and drugs. It resonated through his memories, dredging up the one time he had ever run from a fight. He had backed down, something his family had told him he should never, ever do.
Volio smiled as he began the ascent up the small incline to the town that Trisha and Ben lived in. The crystal arrow had let him travel most of Ghomar in one shot. And I've got one more to get back to Lyn. That shot would be a lot less risky, since he could just aim for the volcano, wait for the impact to reverberate, and then use his spell.
He stood, stock still, as he heard the voice. And he smiled. That's my Lyn. She was declaring great, wonderful things for Ghomar. Her vision. We'll make it happen, he thought. You and me. I'll be by your side. He grabbed her undergarments once more and held them to his nose, inhaling her scent. I'll rule beside you...if you'll have me.
No. He would rule beside her. She knew him. She was his. He was hers.
They had a connection.
Grinning, he trekked up the hill, only sparing a glance at the cloaked, massive figure who rode down the road past him. A bedraggled man wielding an enormous hammer - Kory. I already delivered his package. He shrugged and continued onward. The sooner he gave Trisha and Ben their package, the sooner he could do his last run to Misty.
Then...I'll come back to you...my love.
The world returned around Lyn as the trial concluded. The final hallway opened, and she strode through. Confident. In control. The final chamber had a large table made of obsidian, with three objects laying atop it. One was a pair of daggers. She picked them up, and they felt...right. As if her hands were made to hold them. An old tool, returning to its master. She could feel the ease at which her power coursed through them.
Pulling Cataclysm, she touched the daggers to it, and the hilt split into two smaller blades that she let mana course through. The blades of lava limned with shards of earth and air flickered dimly. Stealth weaponry. Very nice. She deactivated the weapon, it reformed the singular hilt, and she socketed that into the hip slot on the armor.
Next on the altar was a bracer. It was inscribed, and as she read the inscription, her eyes went wide with realization. Holy shit. She immediately put it on – and the armor seemingly accepted the new addition, integrating it into the design – a missing piece of its completed state. She raised her wrist, channeled the small amount of mana necessary, and saw a map of Ghomar appear in the air before her. Several red dots appeared, and as she focused on them, she saw the name of the dungeon. I don't need a diviner anymore. Well, for finding dungeons.
She focused mana into the object, trying to see if it had a further function, and instead of being a two-dimensional overlay, it became a three-dimensional hologram of the localized area. She could see the topography and buildings of the Valley of the Volcano – but none of the living creatures within. Still, that's incredibly useful. As she let the mana recede, she focused on the single blue dot. It showed the location of the dungeon she had already cleared. Many dungeons were available, three of which were in the Valley of the Volcano.
Turning to the last item, she saw an ornate wooden box. Inside was a mana core that was black as pitch. I wonder what this does? She consumed it. Gasping, she felt the magma within her mana core stop moving, and a calm, smooth feeling overwhelmed her. It felt...right. As if a part of her was missing and finally reclaimed.
Then, it bubbled up once more. Willing it into the hilt of Cataclysm she saw the spell-type she had just gained access to. The blade flickered with black liquid. Shadow elementalism. Given her ability to see in the darkness as a Duskari, she knew this would be incredibly useful in combat. I'll have to play around with this.
There was something else; she knew she was capable of some other, incredible external spell type...but she had no name for it. Prismatic sparkles danced upon the blade, hinting at some hidden power. The Destroyer core surged in her torso, and she knew she did not have nearly enough mana to utilize whatever it was.
Looking past the altar, and scanning the room, she found nothing else of note. "Time to leave," she muttered as she pressed the icon atop the altar. I have dungeons to conquer. Allies to make...an empire to build.
"A world to fix."
To ruin and then rebuild from the ashes.