Flying is so convenient.
I’ve had this thought many tis since I first ford my own wings. Without flight, it would be almost impossible to travel anywhere within a reasonable length of ti.
Well, unless your na is Tore and can jump kilotres in the blink of an eye.
Train networks spread through the nations cut what would be month long journeys to only a few days, but the wasteland my kind calls ho doesn’t have the benefit of such technology. The ability to fly ans I benefit from the reduced travel ti like with trains, but where I travel isn’t limited by the location of pre-laid rail-tracks.
What’s even greater is that challenging landscapes for a land-bound traveller are no obstacle. Like the cliffs below. The ocean crashes against the tall stone walls with an impact that continually has searching for so monster or attacker. It takes a long while of soaring over the tumultuous waves before it finally sinks in that in that the constant movent of the ocean isn’t so explosion or attack.
I’ve feared the ocean because it’s a large body of water that can spit out imnse, consuming mists. Acknowledging that it can inflict enough force to crack and shatter the stone simply by existing is not sothing I want to do. Just how many terrifying facets is the ocean hiding?
With my white flas I can now burn through water, and yet the little I could burn through would be nothing in the face of the ocean’s force.
Unlike our destination, the base of this cliff isn’t even visible within the depths. Anyone travelling west would have to walk along the jagged cliff-top where sharp slope changes are so common that one would cling to walls more often than walking.
Imagining just how long it would take to traverse if we lacked flight makes more glad for the capability than ever. Even if Gerben encouraged Leal on this trip, I doubt he’d want her to be gone for the years it’d likely take without wings.
Eventually, the ocean recedes from the cliff. We’ll be approaching the area where the Titan landed soon enough. The area I lost everything. I close my eyes and prepare myself. Returning to the grave of my tribe will not be easy, but it is sothing I need to do. If not now, after I’ve fulfilled my promise to myself to beco strong, then when?
A gasp from my side forces to open my eyes. There it is, the shattered cliffs I barely escaped with my life. From the air, the damage inflicted upon the landscape by the titan appears far worse than even what I’d thought from the ground.
Until now, we’ve been following a consistent wall of earth, but around the path of the Titan, a dozen kilotres of the earth has simply crumbled, leaving a slope between the plateau above and the base. The Titan’s molten path itself has cooled, leaving a similar black stone like I’d seen up on the Alps. The black rock weaves through much of the shattered earth that hadn’t been completely lted by the imnse being’s heat before pooling in a now solidified lake of lava.
“What is this?” Leal says, her tone hushed and unbelieving.
Even though this is the first ti she has initiated conversation since we started, I can’t bring myself to answer. I’m trying to get along with Leal, not drop the mood by ntioning the death of my family.
“I’m going to search now. Find a place to set up for the night, but be careful on the cliffs; they might still be unstable.”
I fly off before they can say anything. Years have passed since I overca the grief of their deaths, but now that I’m here, mories dredge to the surface of my mind along with a constriction in my chest.
Amongst the many cracks and crevices at the base of the fractured cliff is the one that I climbed my way out of years ago, but I have no way of knowing which. Instead, I fly to the top, where the caved-in forr entrance to the cavern pass should be. Should be, but isn’t. What was once a labyrinth of fissures that could be skirted, now only holds so uncrumbled pillars. The rest; shattered. There’s no way to traverse the area with legs anymore. After I left, the earth must have caved in further.
There’s still a chance to find the entrance, so I fly around for a while, but after my first comb through doesn’t reveal any sight of it, I don’t bother continuing. It’s fine though, I don’t have a starting point, but it will only make the search a little longer.
I fly down into a major fissure near where I think the tunnel once was and set myself upon a solid earth. Since I achieved the new state of fire at the end of the war, I’ve done so experintation with it. The non-tangible flas are perfect for to search through all this rock without creating another Titan level lava pit. There are still flammable items amongst what my tribe lost down there. If I can get a map, we might find our way to the Agglorate without difficulty.
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My feathered form finds a comfortable position on the rock. This will take a while. With my flas as ethereal as I can make them, I push them into the earth. They pass through with resistance, but the rock doesn’t burn. It’s a little similar to how my flas can travel through the inscription network built into a building, but slow; like I’m wading through cooling magma.
My colder, golden flas spread through the ground beneath . I could have used my hottest fla — and I am very much tempted to, with the considerable bonus Kalma’s body provided my capacity — but while that would be far faster, it is less practical. Also, a trendous waste of energy.
The process is slow, and I take a while to perate the area beneath , but I gain a rather good ntal picture. I wish I could control the sa amount of energy Kalma gifted in that battle. This would be so much faster if I could use as much white fla as I wanted, but even if I hadn’t had to rely on the ritual to take in her body as fuel for my capacity, I never would have been able to jump to her capability. It is unfortunate, but consuming one’s body doesn’t automatically give you the strength they have gained, only the energy that has perated their flesh.
Good luck to anyone who plans to do that to after I die. I won’t even leave a body for them to absorb… unless they eat whole before my death.
Really, even though I like the idea of becoming as strong as Kalma, it probably wouldn’t be a good thing if that were the case. I already know those in power often abuse it. What if one of those rcenary Order executives ordered a Beith killed, then absorbed all their power into themselves? They wouldn’t even need to work for it.
My flas flow through a small enclosed cavern and touch sothing incredible. With hardly the lightest touch, my fire pulls through the spear, compressing almost unwillingly, and burns out the tip with a sizzling white heat. There is no doubt in my mind; this is Mum’s spear. It pushes my fire to a stage higher without input on my end. I could have stopped it if I wanted — I know that instinctively — but the spear took a hold of my fire in a way none of the inscriptions I’ve encountered so far have been able to.
The tal itself is incredible. It easily reaches the sa temperature as my fire without showing even the slightest hint of deforming. Even with white flas, it won’t lt.
I’ve always known our relic weapons were impressive, but this is incredible. Far beyond anything I expected. Without waiting another second, I lt through the rock beneath and wade toward it. I’m getting that spear and nobody can stop .
With my flas already pervading the rock, it takes no ti to lt away a path toward my mum’s spear. I swim through magma until finally the tal shaft is in my hands. Through the molten rock, I can feel the slight grooves along the hot tal, but I can’t see. The touch of the spear in my hands is like an extension to my arm. No different than if I were to grow my body into the shape of a spear.
There’s still more I need to grab down in the collapsed tunnels, but I want, no, need to get a look at this thing now. The rock, perating with my heat, carries back to the surface. Once the sky is above , I shake off the lava clinging to and inspect the relic spear.
The shaft is a dark silver tal with glistening white etchings across its length. The engravings are clearly inscriptions, but as my flas flow freely through the spear, the pearly patterns never shine. Like the thermal protection I can apply to my clothing, these inscriptions are clearly different from those used by every other race.
I push golden fla through the spear, and awe at the white fire that coats the spear-head. The black blade handling the heat with ease. Curiosity overwhelms , so of course I push the flas entering the spear to my hottest. If I were to rely on sight alone, I probably would have thought it failed. To the eye, there isn’t anything coating the dark, glass-like spear-tip, except so slight rippling in the air.
But I can feel it.
The flas are still there, yet they have beco invisible. Hotter than even the white flas, this invisible fire is incomparably stronger.
I’d noticed it when the spear upgraded my yellow flas, but it is far more efficient at the transition than I am. About half of the sa golden fire is needed to create the white flas. Is the spear just that much better at it than , or does it enhance my control? If it’s the latter, that’s incredible. I don’t think it’s even possible for the inscriptions from the other races to amplify strengths of those who wield them.
Then again, I never actually got to inspect one of those Riparia made weapons. Maybe they can do sothing similar.
But there’s no doubt in my mind; this weapon is made for an áed to wield. The improvent to my fla, the resistance to heat that would near vaporise any other tal, and simply how natural it feels in my hands.
If only I’d co here sooner. I’m sure killing a Viisin would have been easy if I had this.
It is a bit heavy for , but nothing a little modification of my weight can’t handle. What is more concerning, is the constant drain on my energy to keep the invisible fla alive. Normally, just having my fla sit around doesn’t consu all that much, but this feels more like I’m constantly creating a new fla rather than holding one.
I try to take control of the fla at the tip of Mum’s spear, but while it follows my commands for a few seconds, it quickly disperses despite my attempts to have it continue burning. There goes the idea to use the spear to create higher tier firestorms. I’ll still need to create them myself. Not like that will be much of an issue with how far my capacity has grown.
The drain from the spear isn’t damning or anything. In fact, it’s rather low considering it allows to reach a heat I can’t yet myself, but it’s not sothing I’ll be able to burn constantly.
I twirl the spear around , careful not to let the tip carve through the walls of the fissure. It feels great to have a solid bit of tal back in my hands. With the heat I can put out combined with the creatures I ended up fighting, a normal steel weapon simply didn’t cut it.
My spear slams down with an overhead strike, transparent fla bursts forth, lting away stone in an instant before the heat disperses. Molten slag dribbles down the new hole in the wall and pools around my feet. I am thrilled with my new weapon, and while I would love to play around with it more, I still need to find the other two relics, along with whatever else my tribe might have left behind.
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