I floated out of the giant bone colossus and walked back into reality. Standing in the sea of writhing bones, I found the waves lessening in height and impact. After a while, they turned back into the shining hills from before. The solidified mass fell back into shards of rainbow bones, and the algae began regrowing overhead.
As the algae encroached from all sides, I stared at the black hole Leviathan. It gazed back at , its endless void indifferent to the struggles on this planet. I closed my eyes, breathing in the poisoned air and finding it fresh and inviting.
Once more, I had endured.
For a mont, I stayed in silence. Around , nothing ushered forth. The behemoths hadn't reford, and neither had the algae. No minor battles took place in the skies. Below, it would take days or perhaps weeks for privals to repopulate along the ground. This left little in the way of sound outside the wind and the gentle whistle of the wind.
It was as silent as Leviathan-7 had ever been.
My eyes widened as I recognized why. I'd awakened the mass of bones we stood on, and it had purged the entire land of anything left alive. Racing back toward my cities, I winced. Even imagining what happened to them and the rulers within was painful, let alone seeing it. As I crossed miles of the bright abyss, the glowing forcefields cropped up in my view.
No buildings stood, and holes littered their foundations. The writhing tentacles of bone pulled my golems below, killing all of them. They reduced the city to rubble in the process, but the bones missed the pillars spread throughout my towns. It was as if a thousand earthquakes leveled the city to a powdered mass.
Beyond the stones, the tallic sides of the cities warped into coiled circles like crowns held over a fla. The protective barrier extended from those wobbly outskirts, though gaps in the fields leaked in radiation, gravity, and toxic air. Passing several of them, I reached the city where the rulers settled.
When I looked at it, I found no one staring back at . They were all dead.
I silenced that panicked thought, and I landed past the outer forcefield. Walking around the masses of rubble, the central monolith of the city tilted to one side like the leaning tower of Pisa. The seismic event scattered the shops across the ground like soone bombed the place. No Hybrid rulers lingered in the ash and stone, this place empty of all life.
Wielding gravity wells, I searched the place by turning it upside down. I flipped each crushed building one at a ti, seeking anyone or anything left alive. After an hour of my searching, I found nothing remaining. They were all missing, aning the bones siphoned them deep below the surface. Perhaps worse.
Finding little else to do, I reached my town's monolith, where life thrived hours ago. I sat down and leaned against it while considering my prospects. Shalahora's demise ant our contract expired, but I still wanted to wipe the Old Ones from the face of this plane. He'd have his follow-through even after dying.
Peering at my hand, the only rulers that made it were the ones in my pocket dinsion or those in stasis at Valgus's lair. Well, if I had to guess, the entire expanse flooded with the psionic fluid, aning they died from drowning or being assimilated. Tapping the ground, I peered at the rough approximation of a city and found a reasonable base to build over.
The blue cores were still in the pillars, and I owned many in storage. I would still have my cities for the deal with Schema, so I'd have access to this absolute hellhole whenever I wanted. Great. Just great.
I rested my head in my hands as reality set in. Everyone died. Every single person. Before guilt set its claws in , I took a few breaths and considered how I handled the situation. At worst, I could've beco the holder of Baldowah's avatar. My body would've beco a pawn for Elysium, one of their most potent.
They would've used to take over planets or worse. Every surviving ruler would've been dipped into the psionic liquid, and they would all die. If I had to guess, they'd have recreated my cities and used this planet to spread Hybridized privals across the galaxy. It was an ingenious plan since my deal with Schema wasn't tied to my mind. They'd have taken , the planet, and guaranteed Schema's eventual doom.
By simply surviving that encounter, I saved a lot of people. Despite my logic, I convinced no one that I was so hero. I threw the rulers into the fire to protect myself. I shook my head, knowing I couldn't have done anything. My circumstances dictated my outco. Again.
I'd failed to save almost anyone in Springfield, but a few survived. On Giess, I got a couple gialgathens out, but everyone else died there. Considering further, I got the Eltari out of their eventual demise. Of all my accolades, that was the closest to absolute success. As for the skeptiles, I freed them from 'indentured servitude,' as Obolis called it.
Reminding myself of my successes pepped up, and my guilt lessened. I was no god, and I shouldn't bear the cross of one. While I let that peace co over , the algae regrew over the cities, reaching the center of the ossuary once more.
Behemoths began erupting from the algae, and they battled in a faint haze overhead. Layers of algae blanketed the shining hills, and light beams leaked through them. After a while, shadows crept over the surface. Shadows crossed the ground, and the eternal war comnced.
From beside , the city's monolith cast shade. Spawning from the darkness, Shalahora oozed out. He peered at ,
"We et once more, Harbinger."
I stood up and hugged the Sovereign, and he returned the gesture. His immaterial form felt cold, like hugging an icy cloud. However, it still heartened like a warm campfire, and I smiled at him, "It's good to see soone made it."
"There are others."
I raised my brow. From Shalahora's arms, the psionic restraints holding Valgus fell.
I said, "You kept these?"
Shalahora coalesced into a bipedal form and placed a fingertip against his forehead. Shalahora pulled out sothing like a mory, and Obolis gazed at from it. Chaos erupted around him, and he pointed at .
"We've uncovered a pocket dinsion within these gauntlets."
I took in a sharp breath. Of course. They could've hidden within the sa place the remnant had.
Obolis cast a spell.
"I'm passing on the sensation of the magical signature used to open and close this. Use it to let us out after you've made the city safe once more."
I clapped my hands.
"Ah, man, you guys really pulled through, huh?"
Shalahora murmured, "We have."
"Hah...Then why don't we get this place back up and running?"
Shalahora nodded, and we got to work. I took several hours constructing quintessent golems. Once crafted, they cleared the rubble and rebuilt this settlent's tropolis, streets, and infrastructure. I went around the place and fixed the bent dinsional fabric along the city's edges before scrapping it.
As I touched the fabric, it bent like putty. I pulled it apart, gawking at its frailty. Scrapping the tal, I created more material and made new tal rings for the cities. After creating an airtight seal around the town, the hoostasis runes cleared out the poisoned air, unstable gravitation, and crippling radiation within a day.
Once the settlent was recreated, I sat and stared at Valgus's shackles. These held the rulers. After rubbing my temples for a mont, I pulled back up the mory of Obolis. He used a strange mana signature to activate a few runes on the inner section of Valgus's shackles. I grabbed those restraints, trying to make the sa mana.
The strange material absorbed my mana and converted it into two different spells. The first effect isolated my mind from the ether around . They made existence feel like walking into soone else's ho on accident. The discomfort was palpable, and I wanted to return to where I belonged.
I couldn't. The shackles operated with an absolute effect, and once activated, the chains fed on whatever mana I poured in. The psionic isolation occurred after that. Even after using them for a few seconds, I was sure of their immutability. The only way Shalahora and I had interacted with Valgus ntally was because the remnant had wanted us to.
How they did that, I had no clue.
The shackle's other effect created physical isolation. The more mana I poured into the chains, the more they disconnected from the surrounding world's laws. Gravity pulled on less. Temperature no longer passed over . Hell, I couldn't even feel the ground or my surroundings. The shackles numbed like a tranquilizer, but it was no negligible effect on my mind. This was as tangible as ti and inevitable as death.
As with the psionic isolation, the physical disconnect strengthened with more mana. It reminded of all the feats that Valgus perford because of these shackles. I gawked at the exotic artifact, their origin mysterious and their effects unexplainable.
And now, they were mine. Hell yeah.
I rubbed my hand against the alloy, finding no similarities between it and other tals. I tried pulling on chains, but they remained as unwavering as Valgus. After thinking about it for a while, I searched for the power source fueling the tal's invincibility. I found nothing but a strange sensation oozing out of the shackles.
I flinched. Blegh. These had spawned from the Old Ones. Pondering how the shackles stayed so stable, I considered other avatars. Yawm used atomic fission or fusion to power his mana, like an elental furnace. Lehesion wielded so esoteric, far-off energy source that kept him topped off at all tis. I gazed at the chains and bands, wondering if an Old One also fueled these.
I found no answers to those questions, but I still tampered with them for several hours. I figured out a little more information, but not much. They absorbed any amount of mana poured into them and enacted an effect equal to the energy put in. In fact, these acted as a genius holding cell for Baldowah's avatar.
That entity couldn't control the mana it released as it relied on the raw effect of the energy to handle anything in its way. This tal would both contain and feast on that mana, and it converted the host of the avatar into an invincible entity at the sa ti. The host then acted as an unbreakable cage for the avatar.
Clever as this was, sothing went awry along the way, and the avatar gained control of the host. Rembering the avatar's mind magic, that had to be how it wrestled control. The other entity lived a life, but this avatar only worked on a singular skill by comparison. The difference in commitnt led to a difference in outco.
A painful one. The other tortured entity lost control, and Valgus took over his identity, enacting Baldowah's will. My guess was the host was punished afterward, and considering the origin of the shackles, an Old One decided on the sentence.
A chill ran down my spine. The Old Ones seed to be at the root of more problems the more I uncovered. In a way, they acted like cancer, warping anything they touched for the worse. I winced as mories of the tortured soul passed over . It died whenever Valgus's body disintegrated into a hateful mush, but it lived for eons in hell.
Rembering my contract with Shalahora, I could've put myself into that position by signing it. Even 30,000 years of freedom would be a blip compared to the purgatory an Old One conjured. However, I wasn't like the host of the avatar. As Shalahora ntioned, nothing from this plane could exceed the Old Ones.
I wasn't of this plane. I was one.
Either way, uncovering the full extent of Valgus's history could help stop my corruption. Sa with Shalahora. Getting ready to act, I rolled my shoulders, amping myself up. No matter how I solved my problems, they required blood, sweat, and tears.
Spurred to action, I tried making the mana signature Obolis used to close and open the shackle's pocket dinsion. After several hours, I made no progress. Obolis was an expert magician, and while I was a potent sorcerer, I lacked his technical skills. If I kept at it, I'd waste the rest of my stay here on Leviathan-7.
I abandoned the pursuit. I'd hire a mana specialist and get the job handled after getting back from the lottery. Instead of banging my head against that taphorical wall, I changed tactics. I sat down with Shalahora, and we delegated duties.
Shalahora would check on the stored rulers that Valgus had captured. They were likely gone, but it wouldn't hurt to check. After that, he'd find any other rulers left on the planet. In the anti, I'd finish rebuilding my cities. We needed several up and running so that they'd maintain long-term safety. Getting to work, I generated more constructor golems before making guardians for each city.
This required hundreds of golems and several days of manufacturing. Having plenty of ti to think, I mulled over the conflict here. It had been a total bloodbath; if I guessed right, less than thirty rulers survived. If I was optimistic, perhaps a few rulers scavenged out in the wastes of Leviathan-7. However, Valgus had hunted them down for a while, aning there wouldn't be many.
Those facts left a bitter taste in my mouth. I gave my best go at keeping these people safe. I really had. In the end, I squeaked by while having everybody slaughtered. Anyti I wondered about the situation here, my mind wondered about Earth. This battle would've crushed my ho into a fine powder.
No, it would've evaporated it. Disintegrated, maybe?
Either way, I would've destroyed everything and everyone without even aning to. I had to be pre-emptive in handling threats moving forward. First in that line-up was Elysium. They'd proven capable of insidious thods while being resourceful, cunning, and motivated.
Even worse, I wasn't safe against them, no matter how powerful I beca. The ends justified the ans to them, and I was in their way. No matter the reasoning I presented, they wouldn't stop either. Elysium would win this battle against Schema or die trying. I had no intention of seeing the hellscape they'd create if they did win. They also breached our treaty and attacked .
They thought they were facing a hill to walk over, but they were wrong. I was a mountain, and they would die in my shadow. They wanted war? Oh, I'd give it to them.
Easier said than done, of course, but I resolved myself for the aftermath. The problem was that Elysium wasn't my only enemy. I'd be comfortable establishing my position if they were, but my reality was far different. I had to prepare for my second biggest threat - Schema. This 'lottery' proved every fear I'd ever had about the guy.
He was unrelenting, uncompromising, and, at the end of the day, a machine. In a way, Schema was more dangerous than Elysium since the AI established the rules everyone lived by. Because of that, the AI decided when we died based on how he enforced those rules. I barely crawled out of Leviathan-7 with my mind intact, and Schema's conditions caused that.
Even worse, my other guildsn could be pulled into this situation. Only Torix would've survived via his phylactery, but I doubted anyone else could've made it out of here. Althea could've researched the local fauna and mimicked their biology to survive. She could've avoided Valgus, given her phasing abilities.
Kessiah could've healed herself while hiding sowhere. She'd have had a rougher go at it. Torix's body was the best built for the situation, so he might not even perish. Even Hod might've escaped into a shadow like Shalahora had. He could've waited several months before Schema warped him out. Hell, even Amara might've adapted, considering she was an eldritch.
A slight grin cropped up on my face as I considered my guild's prospects. They'd probably make it, but other guilds wouldn't. There's no way Florence would've survived this, and Helios would've struggled. As my guild expanded, I'd face similar problems.
I snapped out of my disquiet. Anxious contemplation accomplished nothing, and my ti here was finite. I kept crafting my golems over the next week, the new models showing improvents over the older ones. Before, a pack of five could hold a prival back using tactics. Now three could maul weaker privals without resorting to steady, controlled aggression.
It left curious about my own abilities. Needing a break from the crafting, I controlled the rainbow bone near a city. I erected walls of the stuff, and after amassing several layers, a do ford. I molded out a depression in the center, completing the arena. After a few minutes of searching outside, I found a fresh prival in the ossuary.
The weaker prival peered around for rainbow bones to devour. I got its attention before trapping it in the arena. The ice prival reminded of another I fought when I arrived here. While weaker, the formidable eldritch spawned void ice with its steps and chilled the air across the do.
We clashed in the center. I pushed it back while standing over it. It crushed into the ground, its legs breaking. It shattered its arms and rolled away while I chased it. Swinging in a circle, it sliced at my throat. I angled an arm, molding my armor to create a shield. The prival's glancing blow scraped upward before I smashed my hand through its chest.
Spikes of my armor erupted from within, and the prival howled out. It swung once more, and I deflected. It tried spitting cold gunk at , but I pulled it away with gravity wells. The prival even tried a suicidal explosion. I crushed its skull, where the energy coalesced before it detonated.
Walking out of that explosion, I brushed ice shards off my shoulders. Picking up several blue cores, I peered at them for a bit. I needed a bit more oomph against . Taking a more adventurous approach, I fought two privals at once. Once more, the desperate, ragged edge of desperation grew in , but it didn't consu. It emboldened.
A stone and star prival wrestled against the confines of the arena. I tackled the rocky eldritch, and it cracked against . The stones swirled before the beast slamd into my side. It left a dent before I struck its side. Powder erupted, cloaking us in a dark cloud. Underneath the haze, my runes glowed through the gloom.
Stretching out a hand, telekinetic constructs covered my limbs while gravitational augnts controlled my weight. I evaded four rapid swings from the stone monster, keeping my balance. It stumbled forward, and I smashed its face and shoulder. From behind , the star prival darted in, and I rolled to evade it.
It bounced off the wall, coming back my way. Liquifying myself, I flowed around it before solidifying in front of the stone prival. Our strikes collided, erupting a shockwave within the do. The star prival trembled, its body dissipating. I noted that weakness before crashing with the stone prival once more.
The star prival regrouped before dashing against my back. I spawned a hole in my chest, and the star prival impacted the stone one. Magma ran between my fingers in the shockwave's aftermath, and both privals sprawled across the ground. I gazed down at them before pulling them together with a gravity well.
I lifted my arms overhead and smashed downwards with dozens of gravity wells, strengthening my blow. An eruption of kinetic force splattered the remnants in every direction. Stone smothered fire, and energy lted stone. The privals perished, and I pulled five blue cores from the ground.
After passing that test, I wondered where my limits were, so I fought three at once. Ice, stone, and star, the privals quarreled in the confines of the space. I fought the stone one first, and the ice prival stabbed at my back. Wondering how well my armor held up, I let it land the blow.
The ice blade dented five inches deep before I swung backward. I shattered the ice blade and the prival's arm. A stone slamd against my temple, whipping sideways. I rolled across the ground before the star prival slamd into .
I slamd against the wall of the arena, my eyes wide. They ganged up on , the three charging my way. I smiled while cracking my knuckles. It took several hours, but I crushed them without smothering them in singularities. Standing amidst the carnage, I peered at heated spots of bone and shards of void ice in the arena.
This was fun.
Taking a risk, I pulled out my elental furnaces. I usually kept them in my pocket dinsion while fighting so that I didn't destroy them. However, they amped up my potential, so I took them out. I practiced using them against a single prival first. It made the conflict even easier than before, and the sa was true facing two.
Against three, the conflict had a similar level of difficulty compared to fighting without the furnaces. It wasn't because the elental furnaces didn't help; to the contrary, they kept in the running. I struggled with the pressure, knowing I could lose sothing permanently. It made restrict my strategies and tactics.
Those reservations weakened , and the privals exploited that weakness. It took several days to get myself into fighting shape with the furnaces out, and it helped soothe the otherwise overwhelming tension. With that pressure alleviated, I handled three weakened privals within an hour, a record for when not using unconventional tactics.
After getting that sorted, I pinned myself against four privals. Before grasping victory, I pulled the furnaces back into my pocket dinsion. I used my rushing singularities trick to evaporate them, but it left a bad taste in my mouth. Taking that out of the equation, I faced four once more but with a rule in place.
I couldn't pocket the furnaces. Either I won or lost them.
At first, the jitters left ineffective and unable to function. Several minutes into the fight, I got my footing back. I regained my total composure, becoming a machine on the battlefield. The hard-fought battle left high on victory for a while.
However, I had one last test. I put myself against five privals at once. Taking a mont to ditate on the conflict, I silenced my mind. With the furnace rule, I channeled mana from them into myself. They split atoms, turning nuclear fission into raw mana. I assimilated the coursing flow, my runes glowing.
Ti accelerated, and my surroundings slowed. I shot into the do, ready for war. The swarming eldritch turned towards before darting like frothing, twitching insects. They reached the edge of my dinsional wake, and I shoved my disintegrating minds into theirs. They writhed, my tornt becoming theirs.
Since facing Valgus, I uncovered this tactic. I wielded my ti magic's excruciating execution as a weapon, having my enemies experience it as I did. It ca with the benefit of augnting my mind magic. The privals' psyches splintered with like we all walked on coals.
Being accustod to it, I shot forward with my runes charged. I unloaded a slicing uppercut, a shockwave erupting from a prival's back. A water prival rushed towards my back, but I molded away from its strike, pulling my elental furnaces with . The privals sward from all sides, and I flooded out, solidifying above.
I struck like a kinetic chain of gravity wells and physical force. As they sward in midair, I kept them at bay, firing each of my strikes like a cannon. Sonic booms erupted from my fists and behind , my position blurring from the physical impacts. I jittered in my position from each collision, and whenever overwheld, I flowed away.
I redirected enemies with gravity and telekinesis alike. I cleaved off my arms and legs, lting the dinsional fabric and splattering it over certain privals. I even used basic runic detonations to disable privals at critical monts, all while keeping the furnaces safe. These tactics let stay at the center of their assault, decimating one prival at a ti.
It required an enormous ntal strain, and in the end, I crushed five at once after an eight-hour, all-out war. It was my current limit, one I'd forged out over the many years of battle since Schema's system arrived on Earth.
And it wasn't enough. I needed more.
I planned on getting better after arriving on Earth. I needed a break from Leviathan-7 for a bit for my sanity, but I'd return to this place. It was a forge where I purified myself of weakness like a crucible purging slag from steel. Even if it felt like dying, it would keep alive; at tis, living ant marching through death.
That concept weighed on when Shalahora returned the reports of what happened to Elysium's trapped rulers. They all died as I expected, their bodies subrged in the rainbow bone around them. The spikes kept erupting from within, the bodies experiencing pain even after the minds died.
We killed them one at a ti, each execution being an attempt at rcy. It left solemn, and I fell into my battles with the privals as an exercise but also as an escape. I found joy in fighting, though not to the extent Valgus had. Hell, so part of wondered if Baldowah's avatar was still alive and feeding this bloodlust.
But that wasn't it. I missed executing sothing real and tangible, and it reminded of boxing before Schema arrived. I found a ho in the familiarity, even if I chased nostalgia a bit with the excursion. Regardless, it gave a way of passing the ti as I waited for the lottery to end.
I t with Shalahora for a final talk during the last few days. We t up at the center of the ruler's city and standing in the monolith's shadow, I raised a hand to the guy.
"Man, that fight with Valgus was crazy, huh?"
Shalahora murmured, "It was a slaughter for both sides."
I frowned. So much for subtlety.
"So...What are your plans after the lottery ends?"
"I will find sanctum on your howorld, wherever you offer it. Once firmly established, I'll assist with whatever you need for the next few decades before I am called to action by my Old One."
"Wow. That's a quick turnaround."
"I intend on abiding by the contract. What of you?"
"I'll be focusing on getting so distance from Schema. After that, I'll consolidate my resources."
"Why would you put distance between you and Schema?"
I gestured to everything around us.
"This. This is why."
"If you pull from Schema too quickly, it shall take your rewards from you."
I frowned.
"Schema's rewards are double-edged. He restricted from using primordial mana for months to years. I'd lose an enormous amount of my fighting potential."
"Perhaps Schema restricts you for reasons you've yet seen?"
"Or Schema pulls down, so I'm with the rest of the pack."
Shalahora shivered.
"Then do as you say. Limits are often in place with good reason."
"Yeah, but for who? Anyways, let's just say I've got a lot of work on my way. I'll hunt down Elysium once I've got everything handled."
"You still wish to face them?"
"I don't really have a choice."
Shalahora's form trembled.
"You have more choice than you are aware of."
"You'd have to be stretching a choice's definition."
"Or expanding it."
"Eh, maybe." I leaned against the monolith. "Either way, I'll be having you help out a few of my guildmates. Two assassins could learn a lot from you."
"I shall pass on what I can."
"I'll also need you to talk with a Ruhl I know. I'm hoping to connect a few dots."
Shalahora's eyes narrowed, "A Ruhl? You associate with hiveminds?"
"Associate? I was made by one. Well, sort of."
Shalahora's eyes widened, and he leaned towards . I raised a hand.
"I'll tell you later after we handle business. Valgus ntioned finding so kind of advanced dungeon core, and I wanted to-"
"My shades uncovered it."
My arms flopped to my sides.
"Well, why didn't you say so? Let's go get it."
"It is precariously positioned."
"Ah, I still want to see it."
"I knew you would. Follow."
We flew off. As we passed over the ossuary, I raised a hand.
"How much are you going to donate to Schema?"
"A minutia less than whatever you decide upon."
"Ah, to keep on top? You don't have to."
"It is to enable your growth. There is a mountain to pass, and we will do so one step at a ti. You will be our guide."
I frowned, wondering how Schema would handle these rewards. After a few more minutes of traversal, we reached the old base of Valgus. The enormous caverns stretched vast distances, and we crossed over the emptied prison cells.
I said, "So they were right beside it the entire ti?"
"In a sense."
I gazed at the vast grotto and imagined the liquid rainbow bone flooding it. Having that much energy coursing through this creature must've left it exhausted or invigorated. I couldn't tell. Regardless, these caves reminded of the veins in a beast, like the liquid bone was blood. I murmured,
"It's like flying through an artery."
Shalahora said, "There is no semblance. It rely is."
I raised a brow. Shalahora reached the pit where Valgus's camp set up shop. I landed beside him, and the steady pulse of the ground quaked beneath us. A radiant hum overwheld all other sounds, so Shalahora thought over.
"It is down there."
We dove into the abyss, the shining, opalescent bone offering ambient light. The deeper we went, the more pressure I experienced. At the bottom, my eyes leaked silver blood, and my bones rattled from the force of the pulses. I laughed, my voice gurgling.
"This heart's pretty, glah, absurd, isn't it?"
Shalahora wavered like a flag in the wind. He couldn't speak, only telepathically saying, "It lies there."
We crossed a set of tunnels deep beneath the bones, leading to a vast, overwhelming expanse. At the center of it, an enormous dungeon core radiated out. The dark sun carried no depth, like a two-dinsional object. It simply siphoned the light and energy around it, feeding upon the energy pooling nearby. It warped nearby reality.
I shook my head at the monstrosity, "It's...Colossal, like a Spacial Fortress."
Shalahora thought, "It is far more. This is the beginning of so unique, unconquerable entity."
"An Old One?"
"No. They are more than can be made upon this plane. However, this exists at the cusp of godhood, a monstrosity without limit and a system feeding it without end."
I put my hands on my hips, "Huh...Wanna take it with us?"
Shalahora gawked at , and his shadowy form plud out for a mont. "How would you do that?"
I smiled.
"A little bit of dark magic, so to speak."
"Your pocket dinsion will not capture sothing of this size."
I cupped my chin.
"Hm, as is, maybe. I should be able to return and get it out of here...Eventually."
Shalahora turned away.
"A source of power may beco a source of pain."
The shadow wisped away in trails of darkness. I gave one last glance at the dungeon core, the depths of it reminding of Leviathan. The black hole siphoned everything, an agent of destruction hell-bent on its own growth. In the end, this core was no different, a consuming nace.
As I flew away, I hoped I wouldn't beco the sa.
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