[At the question, his gaze...quivers, but a moment later he steadies himself with a frown.]
As I said, a crisis came to my star. We knew not what the cause was, and still we do not. Mayhap we could, had we not been divided as we were, but we could endlessly whittle away the hours on what ifs and could haves.
A cacophonous keening from within the star itself rang out, as if the planet was sick and it was crying out. This sound distorted all living things within its earshot, disrupting our creation magics—which would bring about our greatest fears and anxieties into reality. Be it hellish beasts, endless fall of fiery rain—it mattered not.
It had first started in lands further out, eventually it spread and festered, affecting our neighbors, ere threatening to reach Amaurot as well. We devised a plan in order to save those who remained and the planet itself. Through our creation magics, we would give the star its own will. Bring forth a being that could write the laws of reality anew, and thus forestall our and the star's annihilation—through willful sacrifice of half our surviving number, we would achieve this, and we of the Convocation were the orchestrators of such.
Upon its success, Zodiark tempered all of the Convocation immediately, as is the wont of primals, though he would be the very first of their kind.
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As I said, a crisis came to my star. We knew not what the cause was, and still we do not. Mayhap we could, had we not been divided as we were, but we could endlessly whittle away the hours on what ifs and could haves.
A cacophonous keening from within the star itself rang out, as if the planet was sick and it was crying out. This sound distorted all living things within its earshot, disrupting our creation magics—which would bring about our greatest fears and anxieties into reality. Be it hellish beasts, endless fall of fiery rain—it mattered not.
It had first started in lands further out, eventually it spread and festered, affecting our neighbors, ere threatening to reach Amaurot as well. We devised a plan in order to save those who remained and the planet itself. Through our creation magics, we would give the star its own will. Bring forth a being that could write the laws of reality anew, and thus forestall our and the star's annihilation—through willful sacrifice of half our surviving number, we would achieve this, and we of the Convocation were the orchestrators of such.
Upon its success, Zodiark tempered all of the Convocation immediately, as is the wont of primals, though he would be the very first of their kind.