Six, affirm your assessment.
You cannot wager what is already marked by death
You cannot wager what is already marked by death
Never wager your life on hearsay or blind belief. Appearances, experiences, and expectations were treacherous masters. Lessons etched by battles against witches ingrained this truth: Things were not always what they seemed, not always what they once were, not always all they should be.
Initiating his offensive investigation, Yves unleashed the Bow of Light on the Vicha. You would think that a target of such colossal proportions could not be missed — especially considering the ethereal arrows were impervious to the storm and capable to traverse hundreds of meters with ease — but Yves fell short two times and then his hands shook so badly that he did not dare try again. Well, this at least confirmed that it took more than sudden willpower to turn yourself into a master archer, or even to fling an arrow at a mountain, apparently.
You are too weak to laugh in the face of death
You are too pathetic to brush off your failure like this
You are too weak to laugh in the face of death
You are too pathetic to brush off your failure like this
With the Lightgiver Wand depleted, Yves still depended on the arrows. He conjured another, now harnessing its light. His pure light magic was subpar, but sufficient to send a singular beam flying. The light traversed the Vicha without impact. It was followed by various shard projectiles, crafted with different ratios of infused light and shard density. Yves’ assessment culminated in the formation of physical illusions; six walls, diverse in densities and materials, directly opposing the throbbing mountain.
Regardless of what he threw at the Vicha, Yves perceived the energy dissipating upon contact, which meant that the Vicha absorbed it — though not entirely, but in nuances that affirmed the purer and less materialised the energy, the less is was consumed.
What lingered unconfirmed was whether the Vicha absorbed free world energies. Amidst the storm, Yves could not tell. The energies of the Northlands appeared too disrupted from the storm and too sparce compared to the overwhelming presence of the Vicha. However, Yves had never witnessed such ability in the initial days following its conjuration. No, a Vicha could not sustain itself by drawing energy from its surroundings, otherwise it would never expire.
Seven, use the feathers.
Seven, draw conclusions.
It will torture you to death
It will torture you to death
Yves’ competence as an illusionist hinged on his capacity to imagine and orchestrate multiple complex conjurations simultaneously, all the while adapting to spontaneous shifts in the illusions’ surroundings. He needed to react with a moment’s notice to the unexpected, he needed to foresee even the unrealistic and absurd. As a duellist, his survival stemmed from his versatility, and as a novice, he had prevailed for years by rapidly grasping and applying new concepts. All of this, fuelled by the dread of imminent death, directed his analytical abilities. What would take minutes to articulate had already crystallised within his mind the moment the last shard met the Vicha.
Nothing in this world will save you
Nothing in this world will save you
I know.
Six, affirm your assessment.
You cannot wager what is already marked by death
You cannot wager what is already marked by death
Never wager your life on hearsay or blind belief. Appearances, experiences, and expectations were treacherous masters. Lessons etched by battles against witches ingrained this truth: Things were not always what they seemed, not always what they once were, not always all they should be.
Initiating his offensive investigation, Yves unleashed the Bow of Light on the Vicha. You would think that a target of such colossal proportions could not be missed — especially considering the ethereal arrows were impervious to the storm and capable to traverse hundreds of meters with ease — but Yves fell short two times and then his hands shook so badly that he did not dare try again. Well, this at least confirmed that it took more than sudden willpower to turn yourself into a master archer, or even to fling an arrow at a mountain, apparently.
You are too weak to laugh in the face of death
You are too pathetic to brush off your failure like this
You are too weak to laugh in the face of death
You are too pathetic to brush off your failure like this
With the Lightgiver Wand depleted, Yves still depended on the arrows. He conjured another, now harnessing its light. His pure light magic was subpar, but sufficient to send a singular beam flying. The light traversed the Vicha without impact. It was followed by various shard projectiles, crafted with different ratios of infused light and shard density. Yves’ assessment culminated in the formation of physical illusions; six walls, diverse in densities and materials, directly opposing the throbbing mountain.
Regardless of what he threw at the Vicha, Yves perceived the energy dissipating upon contact, which meant that the Vicha absorbed it — though not entirely, but in nuances that affirmed the purer and less materialised the energy, the less is was consumed.
What lingered unconfirmed was whether the Vicha absorbed free world energies. Amidst the storm, Yves could not tell. The energies of the Northlands appeared too disrupted from the storm and too sparce compared to the overwhelming presence of the Vicha. However, Yves had never witnessed such ability in the initial days following its conjuration. No, a Vicha could not sustain itself by drawing energy from its surroundings, otherwise it would never expire.
Seven, use the feathers.
Seven, draw conclusions.
It will torture you to death
It will torture you to death
Yves’ competence as an illusionist hinged on his capacity to imagine and orchestrate multiple complex conjurations simultaneously, all the while adapting to spontaneous shifts in the illusions’ surroundings. He needed to react with a moment’s notice to the unexpected, he needed to foresee even the unrealistic and absurd. As a duellist, his survival stemmed from his versatility, and as a novice, he had prevailed for years by rapidly grasping and applying new concepts. All of this, fuelled by the dread of imminent death, directed his analytical abilities. What would take minutes to articulate had already crystallised within his mind the moment the last shard met the Vicha.
Nothing in this world will save you
Nothing in this world will save you
I know.
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