Chapter 381: Appraisal 1
Aldrich entered the Nexus, stepping into his familiar throne room, streaks of white dinsional energy arcing off his armor. Fler'Gan and Valera materialized on either side of him.
"Bah. Such a suffocating thing, this mask," said Fler'Gan, taking off his tal face plate.
"You don't have to wear it, you know," said Aldrich. "You saw Mollusk. There are plenty of people out in the new realm that don't have conventional human looks."
"Ah yes, Mollusk. He droned on and on to about the persecution he suffered about his looks, hoping, perhaps, to find a fellow of shared traumas within ." Fler'Gan shrugged. "I care little of what re n think of . But I do tread cautiously around disparaging your image, O Elder."
"The world has seen geists and variants and giants under my command. You'll be the least of their worries," said Aldrich.
"I don't know," said Valera. She crossed her bare arms, not unburdened of her threateningly spiky hound armor, leaving her in her usual black dress. She smiled coyly at Fler'Gan. "Perhaps that mask does suit you. If only such that it prevents from gazing upon you."
"I should have told Mollusk to be wary of you, not his fellow n," said Fler'Gan.
"Heh. I jest. Were you not a valuable asset to my dear, then perhaps not, but you are, so-," She shrugged.
"Hm. It feels empty here." Aldrich looked about at the vast expanse of his empty throne room. All his troops were not located in Haven, so the dreary grey stone tiles and walls just added to the bleak emptiness of it all.
"I am here!" Bors, the giant blacksmith, exclaid from a distance away, a distance far enough where it was surprising the large being even heard Aldrich. He hamred at his anvil on a comically tiny piece that Aldrich zood in on to identify as a talisman.
The talisman was spherical, about the size of a tangerine with two distinct halves, one emblazoned with a red eye, the other with a black eye. The eyes looked quite animated, stylized in a tribalistic, totemic flair that belonged to Secret Demons.
"And with , your item is near!"
"I see." Aldrich leaped into the air, soaring all the way over to Bors. He unfurled his draconic wings at the mont before his feet crashed into the stone floor, no doubt making an ungodly ruckus, letting him cinch a smooth, silent landing. "Interesting. Looks like dula's help has paid off."
Aldrich could purify and process regular demon cores, but archdemon shards were beyond him. Archdemons were mighty beings capable of splitting their existence across many cores which they called shards, and even the weakest Archdemon shard required resources to purify that Aldrich simply did not have access to.
"dula is smart. And with her help, I can make things with all my heart!" Bors nodded enthusiastically. He stopped bashing his enormous hamr atop the comparatively minisucle talisman to let Aldrich inspect the item.
Aldrich held it up. The talisman was tethered by a black chain that shimred with waves of dark, demonic energy. He analyzed the item.
[Talisman of the Twin-Demon]
[Rank:
[Description: Shards of the twin Archdemons Anhil and Nilah reside within this talisman. On one face, the sound of Anhil's laughter rings. On another, the mute silence of Nilah reigns. Activate this talisman to temporarily give animated form to shardforms of the two.
As proud demons, the twins will obey but one command, though how they fulfill it is up to their whims.
Cooldown: 7 days]
"You've outdone yourself again, Bors," said Aldrich. "This is an incredible item, though even from a brief glance, I can tell that it's not one I can use very lightly."
The talisman allowed Aldrich to briefly summon shardforms of Anhil and Nilah, the twin demons he had fought in the third trial quest. Shardforms were the physical bodies that the shards could conjure to inhabit and interact with the world, giving them the ability to unleash their powers.
Anhil and Nilah were stronger than Aldrich at his base level. He needed to overload himself with Solar's power to stand a chance against them. Being able to unleash the demon duo would devastate 95% of enemies he would face in the Alter world.
But the fact that they would only obey a singular command was worrying at best and troubleso at worst. As secret demons, they were already hard to read and deal with. They would have to be a last resort, if used at all.
"I would rather like to say that I have outdone myself." dula's voice confidently rang through the echoing hallway.
"I was just about to head over to you," said Aldrich. He looked over to dula, finding that she had warped herself in a few ters above him.
"Well, I saved you the trouble, no?" dula lost her usual suit jacket, revealing a white dress shirt with its sleeves rolled up, baring her pale forearms. Blood and fleshy bits were stuck to her arms, contrasting starkly with the white of her skin.
"Were you in the middle of sothing?" said Aldrich.
"I am due soon for my new body, no? I have been making preparations, creating a heart to implant. Unless, of course, you are not a man of your word." dula's crimson eye narrowed at Aldrich.
"His word ans more than anything you could fathom, demon." Valera appeared by Aldrich in an almost terrifyingly quick instant.
Fler'Gan was left twitching his mouth tendrils and staring at where Valera had been, then at where she was. He shrugged and began to float over, Vanguard's journal case in his hand.
"Ah, you. I should have expected no different. You do follow your master about everywhere. Without fail," said dula.
"As is my duty," said Valera, proud.
"Reminds of a dog," said dula.
"Enough." Aldrich raised a hand to warn dula to simr her temper down. "You'll have your choice of a body in just a few days. For as long lived as you are, you're not particularly patient, are you."
"On the contrary, I believe myself to have been too patient," said dula.
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