As the flas decimated the underground world, Priam felt a surge of power engulfing him. [Horseman of the Apocalypse - Conquest] had been activated, and every enemy slain bolstered his montum.
[Temporary Boost:
86 Rabhorns (T0) defeated (PHY 43%).
Aether Reserve: 217/239
Conquest Tir: 4 min 59s]
From the boost Priam received, his assistant could calculate the number of vanquished adversaries. With a solemn expression, he flooded the tunnels with devastating flas. Eyes closed, he sensed the fire born from his concept exploring every nook of the underground galleries in search of oxygen. Consuming the latter and the ambient aether, the flas multiplied.
ntally, his add-on crafted a map of the rabhorns' territory. Luminescent points descended into the depths of Elysium or fled northward. Despite the unbearable temperature, so rabhorns survived long enough to escape. Tier 1s.
They could be Tier 2s, but Priam doubted it. He had struggled to defeat two Tier 1 creatures—the Brood Mother and Skull— and they were likely not among the most powerful Tier 1s. After all, they had been defeated by a Tier 0.
If a Tier 2 rabhorn appeared… Priam's hand trembled as the image of the necrowolf overlaid itself on that of the rabbit. The Tier 2 creature had given him no chance.
"Sphinx."
"Hmm?" his friend responded, pawing the captured rabhorn.
"If a Tier 2 appears, I want you to flee."
"Why?"
"Because we are too weak. If one of us has to die, it might as well be ." He had hesitated to speak the truth but felt the duty to educate his friend. He didn't want to lie to Sphinx, even if so truths were hard to hear. She was young, not foolish.
"Makes sense!"
"And be careful when eating, their flesh is poisoned."
Only the rumbling of Sphinx's stomach answered him.
Smiling faintly, Priam refocused on his concept. It was the first ti he had created so much fire, and he felt a special connection forming between him and the unleashed inferno. It was an opportunity to better understand his concept, and he wanted to seize it. Without wasting ti, Priam delved deep within himself.
A fla danced vividly at the core of his soul, resonating with the hell roaring beneath the earth. Feeling his attention, it flickered more intensely. Its radiance ward him, and its intensity enchanted him. Priam's consciousness lded into the blaze, and the Fire Concept opened its arms, recognizing a Sage: a soul with perfect affinity.
His perception rged with the flas, and Priam began to comprehend them.
Affinity, Harmony, Symphony, and Unity were the four stages leading to the understanding of a Concept. Priam felt a natural and instinctive affinity toward the eruption roaring in the depths of the earth. Flas devoured oxygen and aether to spread even farther. Affinity was necessary to grasp a Concept, but it wasn't enough to govern it.
The Fire Sage vibrated in harmony with the furnace, its heat, light, and destruction. With closed eyes, he felt the multi-headed fire hydra raging, imprisoned in the depths. He heard the earth charring and the sand vitrifying. The fire monster continued to expand without ever extinguishing. In its wake, its wrath consud organic matter and liquefied rock.
The hydra grew even more, but the mass death of rabhorns heightened his perception. Priam's consciousness stretched to follow the rampant destruction.
Next ca the Symphony. For Priam, this stage translated into music, emotion, and direction. He observed the fire, its blossoming, release, and will. Reciprocally, the Fire observed him. The Fire Sage revealed itself, sharing his emotions. His rage, anger, joy, and desire for freedom mingled with the flas, enhancing their power and passion. Like an orchestra, the blaze accelerated, seeking to devour its prison.
In Priam's soul, the fla grew, illuminating his consciousness and consuming his identity. Unity ca at a price. Priam, or rather the Fire Sage, heard the whispers and desires of the Concept.
The conflagration continued to grow, and the Fire Sage felt so creatures brave the flas in search of the invader. It was madness. The rabhorns had fled, and it was too late to turn back. Fire surged over their kingdom like an avalanche. The heat seed boundless, continually increasing to create pockets of magma in so places.
The flas fought against the world that birthed them. If Fire couldn't break its chains, then it would lt them. The Fire Sage continued to produce more and more aether to fuel his flas. The more nurous and intense they beca, the more his consciousness bathed in them with delight. Unity was within reach.
"Enemies are coming," Sphinx whispered ntally.
The Fire Sage looked up. At the edge of his mist—an inferior concept to Fire in his opinion—a hundred rabhorns observed them. Every second, dozens of enemies were added to the ranks of the army. The Fire Sage, an expression of disdain on his face, remained motionless.
Gathering his will, he called his flas. The ground trembled as the earth prepared for a cataclysm.
In absolute silence, the enemy horns began to glow. The Fire Sage, the embodint of Fire, opened his mouth, and his vocal cords scread the roar of an explosion. The impetuous flas obeyed.
The forest lit up as hundreds of light spears shot toward them.
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