Chapter 400 (2/2)
The next addition… was even more confusing. It was just a brutal determination. A set of principles to live by, a sense of responsibility and vindictiveness against those who crossed Randidly.
A tattered and ripped Tassle appeared, hanging from one of the four outer trees, and Randidly coolly watched as the tree twisted further, every bend and crook of the branches reminiscent of violence. Shadows gathered around that tree, and out of the corner of your eye, it seemed there was a face hidden in its trunk, smiling sweetly at you. It was a tree that could fulfill other functions, but it was completely transformed into something that evoked the spirit of a weapon. The hardness to protect softness, as it were.
The third addition… Randidly’s eyes widened. A vast desolation. A deep melancholy, and loneliness. Fury dulled by passing time. Endless patience. Wrath, bubbling beneath the surface. The tangy taste of ash…. The Patron of Ash…?
A small crack opened up in the hill, and a thin stream of magma bubbled out, quickly cooling into rock, before cracking and falling away again. More and more flowed out, and the nearest tree trembled. Rather than seeing it, Randidly could feel how its roots moved beneath the ground, seeking out that earth fire, tentatively sucking it into itself.
The whole tree shivered. Then it began to lightly smoke. But Randidly could feel that although the emerald fluid and that lava met each other and sought to eradicate the other, it was a controlled exposure, and they only served to emphasize the other’s strong points. Very soon, both flowed through the veins of the tree, and while it was not peaceful, it was not dangerous.
The final addition was simply a deep and implacable hatred. Above the hill, hanging in the sky, a fat, yellow-green moon appeared. So close and bright it cast its strange light over everything giving it an unholy pall.
This hatred…who did it come from…? Perhaps Lyra…? After what she had to go through, due to it, he would understand but… he didn’t think even Lyra was carrying this… monstrous hatred in her chest.
Randidly frowned. This was a deeper, more complete thing that he had. His hatred was perhaps...rather adolescent, in its complete rejection. But it was an easy thing to cling to, to grow strong. It was easy to understand and pursue. Staring up at the yellow-green moon, Randidly considered.
“Perhaps…” He said slowly, speaking to no one but himself. “I wouldn’t have thought about it, had I not been forced to see it, face it directly, but… we cannot escape the System, can we…? But that does not mean this hatred is useless, but…”
Reaching up, Randidly grabbed the fabric of his Class, his eyes blazing emerald. Distantly, he could feel Aether rushing to assist him in his will, fueling the change he sought. Randidly grabbed the sky, and tugged, softly. The moon began to drift downwards, slowly, towards the horizon. First just a sliver, then half, then all of it was devoured by the edge of this small hill, that made up all of his Class. Then, slowly, a sun rose in the East, bringing with it light and warmth.
“...all things should be tempered with warmth and mercy…” Randidly whispered.
Then he sighed, letting out all of the tension that he had been holding within him. Something chimed, deep within his chest, and then there was a click, as if something locked into place, and then he could feel the space around him becoming blurry. Closing his eyes, Randidly allowed himself to be thrown from his Class, and then withdrew his attention from his inward soul space, to be back into his real body. Then he opened his eyes, and saw notifications, even as the energies ran rampant through his body.
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Neveah watched as Lucretia added her meaning to Randidly, her Soul Bound partner, and remained silent. She understood how little influence these would really have, but it remained to be seen how much power that Randidly would receive from it all.
After Octavius’ hammer struck, instantly Neveah could feel, through their connection how Randidly began to shift and change, shaped by the Class, given shape to his growth. Hopefully, it wouldn’t affect him too much…
Immediately though, those energies swirled within Randidly, and then exploded outward through their connection flowing through in Neveah’s soul space. She couldn’t get a Class, but-
Those energies hit her like a stampede of hungry wolves, ripping into her consciousness. Instantly, something instinctual took over, and her physical body took over, physical and spinning. As she felt her personality completely displayed by something primal inside of herself, she found herself hoping that this would… hurt….
Him….
Us…..