Dyon sat silently on the shoulder of the puppet. He had finally cald himself enough to think clearly, at least to so extent. So, he finally noticed its changes.
The stone was no longer anything of the sort. The puppet now had an obsidian sheen to it that was reminiscent of the Tree of the Life and Death. It made Dyon think that maybe he had misunderstood the makeup of the puppets. Were they connected to ancient singularity techniques?
If you thought about it, puppets that guarded the legacies of a race as powerful as the elves couldn’t be simple. They had eroded to a point far past what Dyon could redy currently, but, he’d slowly tease apart their secrets.
Every so often, Little Lyla would change their direction, but, most of the ti, she played with Zaire who Dyon had brought out as well. After all, he couldn’t just leave Little Black alone.
The world around them was pitched in absolute darkness. Except for the odd spatial portal, there was nothing but black. If it wasn’t for the faint energy shield coming off of the puppet, they wouldn’t be able to see anything. Well, that and they’d likely be torn apart by the spatial will.
‘Arios likely fell into a situation like this. Maybe he ran out of stamina and couldn’t protect himself anymore. That’s likely why the demon sage had to save him… But, the question is, did the demon sage save him in this ti, or another?’
This question was actually of utmost importance. If the demon sage saved Arios in this ti, that would an that it was the demon sage who brought them to a separate ti.
‘That doesn’t make sense though. If the demon sage had such powerful ti will, the situation with the Tiless Library would have never happened. After all, if he could just go back thousands of years on a whim, why would he have ever suffered a loss to his enemies?’
‘No. There was definitely sothing more to this. If the demon sage wasn’t the one to send Arios back, then it was this space. Which ans, sothing, or soone here, is powerful enough to do sothing like that.’
Dyon smiled. This was about to get interesting. His heart had settled, and he was determined to let Madeleine and Ri carry burdens themselves. Many hours ago, he had already figured out a way to help both of them. All he had to do was enter one spatial portal, save either Madeleine or Ri, then tear a hole in the ga again. With Little Lyla’s help, it would only be a matter of ti before he found his way to the right spatial portal…
But, he decided against it. At first, his mind was in too much turmoil to even think of that solution. However, the more he thought, the more he ran over what Madeleine and Ri told him again and again. They wanted to help him. That ant the only thing left for Dyon to do was to let them.
So, he had two new goals now. The first was teasing apart the secrets held in this dark spatial world. And the second? The Epistemic Tower.
**
“Little Lyla, it’s best if you go back with Zaire now. I’ll bring you two back out when it’s safe, okay?” Dyon’s eyes trained on sothing that made even his spine drip in a cold sweat. It was a feeling he had never felt before… It was an insurmountable mountain.
Little Lyla’s large pink diamond eyes blinked while looking at Dyon. “Be careful big brother…”
Zaire nodded, giving Dyon a fist bump. It seed to be his new favorite thing to do, much to Dyon and Ri’s amusent.
The two children disappeared as Dyon took a deep breath. ‘The puppet is absolutely useless here…’
Dyon say quietly, steeling himself through observation.
The obsidian puppet seed to vibrate in submission, almost creeping backwards.
‘This is suicide.’ This was the only thought the repeated in Dyon’s mind. Death was the only ending he could see.
A core of foggy black hovered nacingly in front of him. In fact, it was such a dense black that it stood out even in this space.
Dyon knew before he asked Little Lyla for help that this ga was built on an array, much like every other ancient ga. But, what did that an? Mulling over this thought he suddenly connected a few things.
The goal of an array is to literally manipulate the laws of a confined space. That confined space, in terms of its size, was determined by the power of the array.
Dyon had always likened arrays to writing code in the human world. Symbols were commands, thus aning you used your aurora and soul as the ink or pixels of the words and numbers. Because of this logic, Dyon had always been able to simplify symbols to take shortcuts, sothing that experienced coders did all of the ti. It was common knowledge amongst them that so forms of code and code language were always more efficient than others.
So, knowing this, what did it an for Lotus Tower to have such dense sources of death qi? Or for the ancient ga to be connected by so many spatial portals? Or for Arios to fall to a completely different ti because of the ga?
It was simple. That ant there was soone who wrote ‘code’ for so of the strongest representations of space, ti and death Dyon had ever encountered… Or would likely ever encounter.
But, there was sothing else. What did it an for soone to use an array to program changes in space, ti or even death?… What did it an for soone to be able to simulate a will to such a close extent that even Dyon, with his keen senses, mistook all of these spatial fluctuations as true space will?
Just what did all of that an?…
It ant soone was writing the laws of the universe with their array alchemy. Soone who toyed with the concepts of reality as easily as breathing. Soone who had created the perfect representation of death before Dyon right now…
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