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Rain of the Night
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The magic had expanded into the very bark and core of the tree, every vibration meant for the hydraroot to follow back to where the threat of the tree was. Modakra's arms kept its motion in a constant, exact invisible tugging. It slowly consumed the man's energy as he could only watch the destruction the moirgut was causing to the kin of the tree. It needed to work; the old spider-kin needed to survive if there was any chance to getting rid of this Aux infection.
Then, they appeared. The Hydraroot had lashed out to the giant being, consuming it, corroding through it with its acidic sap. The job was done and Modakra released the grip he had over his own magic, now feeling the drawback of such work. His knees buckled and his breath had deepened. He had pushed the limits of his magic with this, as the size of the effect he wanted to produce was far larger than anything he had attempted before. Now down on one knee, he could only hope it was enough.
He watched as the thing still went for the seer, even after it had to be embraced by the vicious roots. Had he failed…? Weak, exhausted, he could not do anymore. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. The arms of the thing had made contact, but the seer… was alright? How could it be?! Modakra could hardly believe it.
Reality itself seemed to bend around him, his nothings of things slowly slipping as he was transported into this odd state of being. They had… gone into a trance? Modakra couldn't tell anymore, trying to think clearly. The happenings of the place was breathtaking, but he couldn't just watch. In front of him, or what he believed to be, was Kairos… Was he the one? Was he the one that could help end this spreading problem? The gardener stood, noticing the now clearer scene… He was drowning! Or was going to be. He looked around and noticed only one person shoot by and fly for something… Modakra couldn't understand, but he needed to do something about the man in tar.
His first step almost made him fall. He was merely a few feet away from him now… How? The step back brought him ways he thought was impossible. He felt unstable and almost lost in the imagery. He couldn't find balance in his movements… Then, Camilla came forth from him. The Advent. It had started… Rocks started to form under Modakra's feet. It was the only thing now that didn't seem distorted and bent. A secure footing and a section of stone that could help Kairos!
Modakra stepped forward, the rock forming beneath his feet… He could also feel a gentle breeze, just like a calm day in the mountains. Was it soothing him? Regardless, he took a few more steps and went down to his knees… There he was, a little over Kairos tar pit. His eyes were elsewhere, to the lady who seemed to malicious toy with the Prophet. The Gardener reached over the edge of the stone, his hand only grabbing a hold of Kairos once he could feel his skin against is.
"Kairos… Stop listening… Just work to get out…" His tone was confused and heavy, but he brought his orber hand to grab his arm. Slowly, he would pull him out.
Then, they appeared. The Hydraroot had lashed out to the giant being, consuming it, corroding through it with its acidic sap. The job was done and Modakra released the grip he had over his own magic, now feeling the drawback of such work. His knees buckled and his breath had deepened. He had pushed the limits of his magic with this, as the size of the effect he wanted to produce was far larger than anything he had attempted before. Now down on one knee, he could only hope it was enough.
He watched as the thing still went for the seer, even after it had to be embraced by the vicious roots. Had he failed…? Weak, exhausted, he could not do anymore. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. The arms of the thing had made contact, but the seer… was alright? How could it be?! Modakra could hardly believe it.
Reality itself seemed to bend around him, his nothings of things slowly slipping as he was transported into this odd state of being. They had… gone into a trance? Modakra couldn't tell anymore, trying to think clearly. The happenings of the place was breathtaking, but he couldn't just watch. In front of him, or what he believed to be, was Kairos… Was he the one? Was he the one that could help end this spreading problem? The gardener stood, noticing the now clearer scene… He was drowning! Or was going to be. He looked around and noticed only one person shoot by and fly for something… Modakra couldn't understand, but he needed to do something about the man in tar.
His first step almost made him fall. He was merely a few feet away from him now… How? The step back brought him ways he thought was impossible. He felt unstable and almost lost in the imagery. He couldn't find balance in his movements… Then, Camilla came forth from him. The Advent. It had started… Rocks started to form under Modakra's feet. It was the only thing now that didn't seem distorted and bent. A secure footing and a section of stone that could help Kairos!
Modakra stepped forward, the rock forming beneath his feet… He could also feel a gentle breeze, just like a calm day in the mountains. Was it soothing him? Regardless, he took a few more steps and went down to his knees… There he was, a little over Kairos tar pit. His eyes were elsewhere, to the lady who seemed to malicious toy with the Prophet. The Gardener reached over the edge of the stone, his hand only grabbing a hold of Kairos once he could feel his skin against is.
"Kairos… Stop listening… Just work to get out…" His tone was confused and heavy, but he brought his orber hand to grab his arm. Slowly, he would pull him out.