I stare ahead into the empty space in front of , my entire body on alert. I can feel the hairs on my body standing on end like a static charge is passing over —every instinct I have screams at that sothing's here, and that that sothing is dangerous. Fight-or-flight tells to run, to turn and get away as fast as I can.
But I don't see anything in front of . It's empty space.
Until it isn't.
Sothing changes between one mont and the next, and suddenly there's sothing standing in front of : sothing old and ancient, rusted with ti and seething with entropy.
"Hello." The greeting rattles around in my skull, making wince. I grit my teeth against it. "You must be my Heir."
I don't respond imdiately, largely because it takes a mont to even be able to parse what's standing in front of . As far as I can tell, it's a suit of armor fused with a humanoid, draconic skeleton; the gilded pattern on its armor continues straight up into its skull and wraps around seven misplaced eyesockets, and several thick golden tendrils trail from the back of its skull to its shoulders, almost like hair.
It's disconcerting, I have to admit. I've seen a lot of different things in my ti on Hestia, but whatever this is, it feels wrong in a way that's hard to place—like its very existence flies in the face of logic and reason.
...And then there's a cough. It clears its throat once, and then a second ti, and when it speaks again, its voice doesn't rattle in my head quite so much. "My apologies. It's been a while since I've been able to communicate with anyone—my mory of the rules are a little rusty. This should be better, yes?"
"Yes," I say, a little thrown off by the sudden change. I'm cautious, but it seems... friendly?
"I am Kauku." The entity in front of bows slightly in greeting. "You will not have heard of , but you have t before. The Interface would only call on to appear if you are my Heir. I assu you have retrieved a Talent?"
"...I was able to retrieve the ability to Anchor, yes." I examine Kauku closely. The more I look at him, the more he seems less... intimidating, less wrong, even though nothing about his appearance changes. It's like he's actively adapting to the world around him. Stranger still, I have no mory of eting him. What does he an, we've t before?
"I rember when I first made that discovery." Kauku's voice is fond, like he's reminiscing. He smiles at . "You seem to have a strong soul. I'm pleased it was one such as you that managed to awaken ."
"I'm afraid I don't really know what you're talking about," I say. "What are you? Why are you here?"
"All in due ti," Kauku says. "First, you have a selection to make."
Around , the world changes.
This isn't anything like how Gheraa presents Inspirations to . Gheraa makes a show out of it—he puts the Inspirations on pedestals, sets up a stage, and basically announces every option I have. He uses Firmant to make the props, and though I've never been able to sense where the Inspirations co from, everything he's able to do makes sense to .
Kauku, on the other hand? All he does is wave a hand. I don't sense any use of Firmant, and yet everything around is suddenly different. I'm no longer standing on a ledge by Isthanok. Instead, I'm floating in an empty void, with three abstract, rotating shapes in front of . Inspect doesn't work on them, and calling them shapes is already generous.
"What are these?" I ask. Looking at them makes my teeth ache, and I turn my gaze away.
"Your Inspirations." There's a lilt in Kauku's voice that's playfully teasing. "Different from the usual fare, I understand, but these are rather more powerful than the ones you're usually offered. Although... it does seem you have so of my children rattling around in you."
"I have what?" I blink, a little nonplussed.
"They're afraid to co out, I think." Kauku laughs lightly. "I don't bla them. The creation of an Inspiration is always a little tricky; you can never guarantee they'll co out like you'll expect. Void's always hungry, and Accelerate doesn't like to talk."
This doesn't even begin to answer any of my questions. I open and close my mouth soundlessly for a mont, then finally land on sothing to ask. "You said they were your children?"
"Just a figure of speech." Kauku smiles at , folding his arms behind his back. "I created them, and they are alive; it would be cruel to call them anything else. I regret that they had to be included in the Interface, in truth. If it were possible, I would have tried to raise them myself."
I suppose that's nothing new, but... jeez. It recontextualizes the way they make demands, the way they tend to act on their own. "I don't think I'm equipped to raise Inspirations, if that's what you were expecting to do.
Kauku chuckles in response. "Hardly," he assures . "The issue is more complex than you might think. They are... half-lives, you might say. Alive, but only when lending you their power or being spoken to. And their ability to assimilate new experiences is limited. Until you're as powerful as I am, it's unlikely they can grow to fruition within you."
"I have no idea if that makes feel better," I say bluntly, partly because it feels like he just called weak. I'm still not sure what to make of him, but he doesn't seem to be malicious; if anything, he's just a little out of touch.
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I sigh, putting it out of my mind. I have more important things to worry about, like the reason I'm here in the first place. The Inspirations that Kauku created are still there, floating gently in the air. "You said these are different from the usual?"
"They are indeed." Kauku almost seems proud of himself. "You understand what Inspirations are, yes?"
"They're... modifiers." I hesitate slightly as I answer—they're a little more than that, but I don't have the words to describe them.
The draconic skeleton seems pleased, nonetheless. "Accurate, if a little incomplete," he praises. "Skills are Firmant constructs you hold within your soul. Inspirations allow you to modify those constructs. The difference is not purely academic: the structure of the skill itself is different while the Inspiration is acting on it."
"And what's different about these?" I ask.
"The difference," Kauku says, "is that an Inspiration changes only one thing at a ti. A single skill. These do not change the structure of a skill."
I look at the Inspirations again—really look at them. Staring at them too long makes my head pound, and getting too close introduces a strange sensation of crackling electricity all throughout my body. If I squint, stretch my senses, and try to peer through the abstract shape, I can almost see sothing similar to what my past Inspirations have looked like.
They look abstract because they're a level above what I'm able to parse at my current level.
I co to a realization. "These change the structure of my Firmant."
"Correct." Kauku grins at with sharp, tallic teeth; he seems to enjoy the revelation. "Traditionally, an Inspiration changes a single skill. They work that way for a reason: it's safer. Changing the structure of your Firmant, on the other hand... that's dangerous."
"Because my Firmant embodies who I am." I step closer to the Inspirations. Not to make a choice—not yet, anyway—but to see what more I can learn from them.
"That's part of the risk," Kauku agrees. "I'd say it's a small risk, actually. If the foundations of your first few phase shifts are strong enough, you'll be fine. The bigger risk is that these Inspirations tend to leave a mark on you when you use them. The more you use them, the greater the risk a change might be permanent."
"Can that be avoided?" I ask.
"Of course!" Kauku almost seems offended at the question. "Any sufficiently skilled practitioner can use these without a problem. Of course, we're greatly lacking skilled practitioners these days... but you're my Heir. You'll be fine."
"You're very sure of that." I turn to eye Kauku; he just shrugs in a surprisingly human 'what can I say' sort of motion. "You can't at least tell what each of these are?"
Kauku sighs and strides over. "You'll have to learn to see them yourself eventually," he says sternly. "But since you're just starting out, I suppose I can assist."
He points at the leftmost shape. "Warrior."
Now that he ntions it, I can sense within that shape the idea of... strength. Of recklessness and brutality.
"Scholar." Kauku taps on the second shape. I catch a glimpse of vast, impossible landscapes. Of knowledge, shaped into a weapon.
He moves on to the third, and this ti, before he speaks, I start to sense what it is. He says it anyway. "Knight."
That one sings with power. There's sothing different about it—sothing that echoes within Kauku himself. I see steel and armor, but they seem like an illusion, placed to distract; sowhere deeper in this Inspiration lies... a well. A deeper source of power.
I'm stepping closer to it before I realize what I'm doing, and although I don't reach out quite yet, I'm sorely tempted.
"Made your choice?" Kauku asks. His voice is carefully neutral; I can't tell what he thinks of my pick.
"Not quite yet." I force myself to take a step away from the pedestals and toward Kauku. He raises an eyebrow at , intrigued. "I know you said all in due ti, but frankly, I'd like so answers now, and if I make my choice we aren't going to be able to talk anymore." Technically I have a few more Inspirations I can trigger, but nothing about them is certain at the mont. "What do you an when you call your Heir? And what's this about us eting before? What role do you play in all this?"
I hesitate, then push on to my last question. It's a bit of a stretch, but... "Did you make the Interface?"
Kauku doesn't respond at first. Instead, he spends an uncomfortable mont studying my expression. "There are limits to what I can tell you," he says eventually. "I'm not the only player in this ga, and we have rules we have to follow."
Not this again. The words co out before I can stop them. "People have died. Fuck your rules."
My voice is colder than I intended. Kauku stares at as though he's expecting to take my words back.
I do not.
Seven skeletal eye sockets narrow slightly, but then a smile steals across his face. "You do have a strong soul," he says, pleased. "It seems I may have made an error in calling it a ga. My apologies. The Interface's translator is excellent, but it is not perfect. The point is, there are other individuals as powerful as I, and there will be consequences should I give you all the answers you seek."
I bristle, but force myself to calm. There's always sothing more, isn't there? Kauku seems to sense my indignation, because he smirks at .
"That doesn't an I can't bend the rules," he says. "I can't give you all the answers you're looking for. But I can make them accessible. I can give you direction. And I can help you do sothing you're looking to do."
He leans forward, and the tendrils behind him raise in tandem with the movent, as if excited. "You want to help your friend, don't you?" he says. "That Integrator—Gheraa, I believe his na was."
I freeze. "...Yes." There's both caution and hope in my response.
"Your suspicions are correct," Kauku tells . Relief floods through my system. "Integrators are artificial Firmant constructs, and if you have an imprint—like the one you so cleverly saved from the echo he gave you—you can certainly bring them back. I can even tell you that the secret to doing so lies in the heart of the Empty City, so you're already headed in the right direction.
"However.
"The Empty City is far more than just a dungeon." Kauku's tone changes, becoming a little more severe. "You suspect it already. You understand what happens when an Integrator—or any source of Firmant that has made a sufficient mark in the universe—dies. There is history and mory written in that death: history and mory that contains power in its own right. History and mory of great import, even to ancient beings such as I.
"So I would like to ask for your help." Kauku takes a step forward, spreading his hands apart, almost imploring . "There's sothing in there that's important to . A mory. Bring it back to , and I'll be able to give you so of those answers and help you save your friend."
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