Aaron sat calmly across from Aegon in the dimly lit strategy room, its walls etched with crude maps and flickering candlelight casting elongated shadows that danced like restless spirits, while Nexus stood behind him obediently, his presence a silent pillar of unwavering loyalty.
"Thank you for sparing our lives. We were blind to see your great strength," Aegon said humbly, his voice carrying a mix of relief and awe, the earlier tension still lingering in his furrowed brow.
"There’s no reason to kill any of you. It would hold less use to ," Aaron waved off Aegon’s thanks dismissively, his tone casual yet laced with an undercurrent of calculated indifference, his eyes scanning the room’s sparse furnishings as if already plotting beyond the conversation.
Aegon managed a weak smile on his face at Aaron’s words, though his mind wandered back to the intense discussion between Aaron and Xing, the revelations echoing like distant thunder in his thoughts.
"Pardon for asking, but why did you spare the man’s life—Xing? If his words are true, then you should have ended his life," Aegon inquired cautiously, his curiosity overriding his fear, leaning forward slightly on the worn wooden table that separated them.
"Not yet. I want him to lead to cultivators just like him. Now, to the main topic: your rebellion. What plans have you put in place for it?" Aaron redirected smoothly, changing topics with the precision of a blade, unwilling to shed more light on his intricate plans that twisted like hidden roots beneath the surface.
He didn’t want to share too much insight into his strategies, keeping his intentions veiled in the room’s heavy air.
"We continue to gather our strength to strike when the ti is right. We also spread our n abroad, in search of the rumored last heir, Adalia," Aegon answered pragmatically, sensing the boundary and knowing better than to press Aaron for more details, his voice steady despite the weight of their underground struggle pressing on him.
"Initially, I planned to serve as nothing but a catalyst, speeding the civil war and her rise to the throne. But with new pieces on the board, I prefer a much simpler and effective approach," Aaron explained, his words cutting through the dim atmosphere like a sharpened edge, his posture relaxed yet radiating an aura of unassailable confidence.
"And what might that be, sir?" Aegon prompted, his eyes narrowing in intrigue, the candle flas reflecting in his gaze as he awaited the revelation.
"Crushing with ultimate strength, until the rats in hiding co out in the open," Aaron replied with a faint smile, deciding to wrap everything up swiftly, the idea igniting a spark of anticipation in his deanor that promised swift, decisive action.
[System: What’s leading to a change in your thoughts process?]
"So many people are moving behind the scenes. I will be a piece as well if I follow their design and continue this ridiculous rebellion," Aaron replied to the system inwardly, his mind racing through the web of sches like a predator navigating a dense forest, rejecting the role of re pawn.
"This is where I take my leave. You and your n can relax and just enjoy the show. Things are about to get interesting," Aaron announced to Aegon, rising fluidly from his seat, the words hanging in the air like a prelude to chaos.
Weaving control over space with effortless mastery, he warped himself and Nexus from the underground city, the fabric of reality rippling around them in a brief shimr of distorted light.
Aaron reappeared atop a jagged mountain peak with Nexus beside him, the crisp wind whipping through the heights and carrying the faint scent of pine and distant storms, as he formulated his next course of actions with thodical precision.
"System draw," Aaron called out calmly, while still piecing together his plans in the solitude of the elevated vantage point, the vast landscape below stretching out like a canvas ready for his brushstrokes.
The illusory wheel materialized once more, spinning with fervent energy that humd faintly in the thin air, its ethereal glow illuminating their faces against the backdrop of rugged cliffs.
[Congratulations! You have drawn a Primordial talent, Primordial Flas.]
"It’s been a while," Aaron smiled faintly, pleased at having another Primordial talent surge through him, the power settling into his veins like an ancient fire rekindled.
Primordial Talent Acquired: Primordial Flas
You have awakened the ancient inferno that predates suns, stars, and even the first spark of existence, its essence pulsing with the raw fury of creation’s dawn.
Where ordinary fire consus matter, Primordial Flas devour the boundaries between essence and being—burning not rely what exists, but what could exist, erasing potentials in a blaze of unrelenting purity.
You are the ember at the heart of creation’s first ignition, the incandescent breath from which the earliest light dared to challenge the void, embodying the primal force that shaped the cosmos from nothingness.
Your flas do not burn hotter than heat. They burn truer than truth, stripping away facades with an intensity that defies comprehension.
"You do not wield fire. Fire rembers it was once you," the system’s voice echoed, affirming the deep bond between Aaron and this newfound dominion.
The universe recognizes your pyre-born sovereignty, yet also fears its hungry glow—for every usage of your deeper flas attracts the gaze of ancient forces who dread the rebirth of the First Blaze, their watchful eyes stirring in forgotten realms.
[Primordial Scorch]
Your flas bypass physical, magical, and conceptual protections, searing through barriers as if they were re illusions in the wind. They burn through identity, reducing illusions, transformations, and false forms to their naked truth, exposing hidden truths in a flash of revealing heat. Nothing that masks, hides, or lies can survive your fla’s scrutiny, crumbling under its unyielding judgnt.
[Eternal Pyre]
Ignite fires that cannot be extinguished by water, vacuum, divine decree, or temporal reversal, their persistence defying the laws of reality itself. These flas endure across ages, even if the universe collapses and reforms the pyre will ignite anew wherever you stand, a testant to eternal defiance.
[Soulbrand Ember]
Mark a target with an imperceptible ember that clings to the soul, embedding itself deeper than flesh or bone. Distance, dinsion, death, or reincarnation cannot shed it, its grip unyielding through all trials. This ember allows you to track the branded through all states of existence and, when desired, detonate it in a blaze that consus spirit, mory, and karma, leaving nothing but ethereal ash.
[Ember of Renewal]
Your flas carry duality: annihilation and rebirth, a balanced force that twists destruction into salvation. With intent, you may convert destructive fire into regenerative blaze, nding bodies, purifying curses, or resurrecting vitality from near-death, the healing warmth infusing renewed strength. All who rise in your fla are reborn stronger, but forever bear your imprint, a subtle mark of allegiance etched into their essence.
[Fla Dominion]
Bend all fire, heat, plasma, and stellar reactions to your command, subjugating natural forces with a re thought. Volcanoes kneel in submission. Stars flicker in obedience, their vast energies bowing to your will. You may calm erupting suns, ignite oceans into steam storms, or condense infernos into solid fla-crystals that store apocalyptic energy, ready to unleash at your whim.
[Ashen Verdict]
Transform the concept of "burned" into a taphysical sentence, wielding judgnt like a divine arbiter. Those judged by your fla have portions of their fate, luck, or destiny reduced to ash, never to be restored, the loss irrevocable and profound. A single verdict can cripple a tyrant, deny a prophecy, or extinguish the future of an entire bloodline, altering destinies in an instant.
[Blaze Transmutation]
Convert any elent, object, or energy into personalized fla-aspects: tal into molten fire that flows like liquid wrath, water into vapor fla that steams with deceptive calm, lightning into radiant inferno crackling with electric fury, shadow into cold-burning duskfire that devours light. Each carries unique destructive or supportive traits depending on its origin, adapting seamlessly to your needs.
[Infernal Compression]
Condense fire into dense cores capable of explosive devastation or stable star-like longevity, packing imnse power into compact forms. A single compressed blaze can light continents with unending radiance, power ancient artifacts with boundless energy, or obliterate fortresses like dust kicked from a heel, the release swift and cataclysmic.
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