The edge of the cosmical blade gleamed with a quiescent cascade of golden light, trailing a waterfall of golden comets. His body was made liquid, and the stars seemed to be beckoned by his movement. The being drifted backwards and prepared, the blade's edge resounded with a high pitched whine, and the being thrusted it forwards.
The whine collapsed into thunder as it cleaved a path straight through space, a kind of compression that ran from the tip of the blade all the way to the edge of the bubble. The bubble buckled, and a loud path of thunder disintegrated anything caught within this vortex. In the wake of this maelstrom the being jumped high, betraying its size with tremendous swiftness of movement, it ascended high above the tree-arena, and prepared for another strike down unto the group.
Brank
Although the being didn't aim at it, Kuzwo's burst of energy was caught within the vortex. It spun wildly and mixed with the thunder, spraying outwards a flurry of magical energy scorching the ground and going amiss into the sky. More importantly, Kuzwo knew that he was now with a certain level of control of his powers, that they were, in fact, tangible.
Soundbust11
Not a moment too soon in reaction to Raasha, the being thrusted its blade towards the book. With lighting-fast reactions, Raasha dodged the cleaving path of the cosmical blade narrowly, he felt the pressure of the power of the weapon brushing against the book, yet, the book seemed to have suffered no damages, even from the enormous strike of the enemy.
Only now, Raasha realised that the attraction had seemingly gone missing. From his neck was cleaved a perfect rounded triangular tunnel towards the book, and then he saw, the quaint wooden necklace that The Ambassador had given him slowly hover above the face of the book, and slot perfectly down the central golden geometrical illustration, and though there was no "click", Raasha knew some grand mechanism had just completed itself.
The book did not open, instead, it was as if a new dimension of it showed itself. The front of it gained depth and stretched downwards, as if powered by the amulet, the geometries intensified and grew ever-complex down the center, they locked Raasha's attention, he was unable to pull away from this split-second process. The patterns developed into a dimension of its own and escaped the confines of the book, or rather, the book invaded Raasha's comprehension, in an instant, he was submerged into an endless lattice of golden weaves shimmering technicolour. In each of these strings he saw runes and geometric inscriptions, they shifted like sands of a desert that stretched beyond the comprehensible horizon, and the lattice formed into apexes and crevices of knowledge that his mind could reach out and grasp.
He did not see with his eyes anymore, it was an inflow of information that escaped anything that he had known beforehand, anything that could come close to making sense, every ounce of his being automatically absorbed it, as if he were a momentary vessel, as if this knowledge were infectious and decadent .
He saw the mechanisms of so much that is and isn't, places far beyond the farthest outreaches of what he had seen. Was this the madness that The Ambassador had to wrestle with? The moment he felt he could not bear it anymore, a white flash of sensory overload took over his head and then subsided
He was on his back facing up, above him the golden shimmering globe of their cage. Yet he saw so much more, thin lines that were interwoven with every single fiber of the picture in front of him. He moved to his feet by his own volition, yet his body seemed like a distant puppet that he ordered into his wishes, he looked around and saw the complex forms of his comrades, the stance of Anvedar, an assured grip upon a hardlight blade that gleamed, confidence beaming in the eyes, the mild overpowering of psychic and magical energies that encircled him, the predictable willingness for a million different possible movements. He saw all of these baked into a singular moment, surrounding his comrades as well.
More importantly he saw himself, to the others, he seemed normal, but to him he was like the exposed core of a nascent star, esoteric energies flooded his region to the point of nigh-saturation, the only other comparable presence was his momentary foe, it was time.
The process was silent, but behind everyone's back, it was as if a wave of heat emanated. Everyone saw Raasha as if shimerring with an outline of crescent whiteness that faded into gold, and assuredly, the being saw such as well. It seemed to prepare itself more, his body weaved itself within a lexicon of symbols, circles and geometries, a graceful yet powerful dance of esoteric energies.
This conflict just elevated itself beyond the levels possible in the normal world, esoteric energies flooded the environment as if an invisible dam had busted, the underlying mechanism moved with such ease that with the flick of a fingertip those present felt they could move whole continents, now the real fight would begin.
