When Cades finally woke up he felt a burning pain in the region where his mana organ was supposed to be, as if it had been cooled in ice for a month and then put onto a volcano for another month, yet he didn't feel any of the silver tal in his body.
At first he just looked around, still partially entranced, seeing that the crude paintings had transford back into their previous selves, only that the eyes of the golden figures were now burning in a violet light that shone onto Cades as if he was a actor standing in the lilight of a theatre.
Then, after a short while where he didn't even react to the pain because of said entrancent he beca aware of it and a panicked scream escaped from his lips, a scream that surrounded for a thousand feet in the void, because of the sheer inhumane silence that laid on this space as if it as a veil that ford over an unimaginable amount of ti.
After the first waves of pain shot through his body he began panicking as he realized what had just happened, touching his body in panic, in fear that it had been ripped apart by the tendrils, but shortly after he once more realized that nothing happened to it.
Then he slowly began seeing that many new holes had appeared, in everything he wore, even so less fortunate places, lets just say that the silver tal didn't care where what was.
In so ways the tal armor he wore on his upper chest, the one he had taken from the dead adventurer lying near the den of the demon of the skies had now completely fallen apart, it wouldn't pay itself off for him if he kept it, there was no protection that it could give him anymore.
So much so that it fell off of his body without him realizing it.
The shoes were also useless, well.. they were already completely useless before because of the sharp grass that had ripped it apart, like thousands of small, sharp knives, it had taken him a few hours to regenerate his feet back then, they had looked horrible, luckily the bone hadn't been damaged so he was able to heal it, it just took so ti.
Cades didn't know if he would be able to regenerate his bones, they had been crushed, ripped apart, partially missing, but never completely gone, they always remained in so ways.
After the first waves of panic had subsided, resulting with him grabbing his head and hyperventilating in pure dread of what this could all an, he started to think a bit and began realizing that it definitely wasn't anything bad, he felt stronger, a bit more alive, as if the tal had a calming effect.
And then Cades finally looked around, not in a trance anymore and noticed two things.
Firstly, there was a sharp, silver sword that had cut him during his panic, luckily it wasn't deep, and the wound had already began healing, albeit at an unusually slow pace, as if there was a resituating poison on there that stopped the wound from stopping to bleed, but it still closed after so ti, with his power being too great for a asly cut.
The sword, was simple, as if made out of the liquid itself, it had a surprisingly soft grip with a incredibly weird structure, as if it was soft as leather yet firm as tal, that was what he first thought as he gripped the shimring, silver handle of the weapon.
Yet, after he touched it and was shocked by the intricate design that seed to cause the tal to be as soft as leather, although leather wasn't that soft, he looked at it and caressed it with his index-finger, feeling countless small holes that seed to allow it to be pressed and recover because of the nature of the tal.
But more than that the blade itself looked even more so, it was ghostly pale, only slightly shimring, as if the warm light had vanished from it, and more importantly, there were no edges, instead it looked as if it was a thin oval, stretched out for about five-and-a-half feet, with only the top being ford like a sharp triangle, yet it was unbelievably sharp, as if made to cut through the very world itself.
It was beautiful and seed to have an enchanting quality to it, though it, itself didn't seem to need a enchantnt, it simple was as is.
In all likelihood it functioned similarly to the wall, Cades could feel so of the functions that this sword seed to possess.
He infused it with as little mana as possible, but instead of absorbing it, the mana seed to flee from the silver sword, as if it was a repellent instead of an artifact with a power.
This should prove to be very useful in his current situation, he could probably cut through all kinds of spells with this, such as magical shields, for example.
And then, finally looking away from the entrancing, silver blade, he saw sothing on the wall, where the door was there floated intricate symbols that ford three distinct lines, each with a distinct aning.
The symbols consisted of triangles, circles, and much more complicated symbols that seed as if they were a toddlers secret writing that he himself couldn't read, but Cades could understand it, and as he read the simple but imposing words he felt nothing, it didn't really cause anything, he already estimated that it signified sothing like this, only an idiot wouldn't have noticed, but the last sentence was interesting.
"One who served, one who defied, one who protected, one who lived, one who stood for himself."
Cades was certain that the one who served was the mage, the one who defied Mondrol, king of giants, the one who protected might be the silver knight and the one who lived was as such in all likelihood the one who lived.
The only thing that surprised him was the one who stood for himself, this could be interpreted in various ways, Cades, himself, thought that it stood for fighting for what he believed.
But he quickly opened the door, causing the intricate letters to vanish as if they had never been and finally walking out, towards the chain that led even further away.
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