Description
Xalaris opened his eyes, and was immediately met with a view from above of clouds and birds. ?Nice view,? he grumbled to no one in particular, pushing himself up and standing where he laid: at the edge of a cliff of the tallest mountain on Nerin?zes?dyrios. All around him, harsh winds blew crystalline delct (this world?s main breathing air) around. It was incredibly cold and incredibly high. Xalaris used his power of vision to connect with the thousands of lifeforms in the vicinity, using their sight as his own to examine the area. The cliffside they were on penetrated the stratosphere, and they weren?t even half way up. Xalaris withdrew, immediately heading for his nearest ally, Dark Interga Reaper, who was 247 feet above him and being watched by a pack of arnian wolves. As he began to hover up, he caught glimpse of a golden shine in the distance. Concentrating on it, he saw it was the Map, wedged between cracks in vertical side of the cliff. That Map proved to be nothing but trouble. Xalaris, in the three events he?s been put through, experienced feelings and sensations he could not even begin to describe. Icarax should?ve let Sacron keep it, so he could deal with these freakish events. As he steadily proceeded up, the Staff flared with a whitish energy. Not again, Xalaris thought. He was about to go up quicker, but something started to mesmerize him. The Staff jutted straight out, its top feeding out a sort of pure white energy rope. In the air beside the cliff side, a whitish clear prism was starting to develop, growing bigger and wider. The prism was composed of intricate shapes and angles, and Xalaris couldn?t help but watch as the artful patterns unfolded, growing wider and wider in diameter. ?It?s?beautiful,? Xalaris mumbled. The prism curved toward the mountain, creating a sort of shell around the portion the Syzaides agents were on. The pieces of the prism hovered and moved with a flow that was more gorgeous than the windings of a solar flare, or the curves of a magnetic void storm, or even the energy surges that happen between Daxtian?s suns, when the planets and moons and twin stars align in just the right order. Something about this pattern of intricate shapes and angles was mesmerizing the Demigod of vision, overwhelming his mind, hypnotizing him with its sheer beauty. The air in this shell seemed to whisper something. ?The Summoner?? Suddenly there was surge in the shell, electrical energy zipping through the wonderful pieces. Xalaris turned part of his focus to its center, where the energy rope connected it to the Map. At the Map, Icarax and Fatalyze were next to it, trying to pry it loose from the wedge. The winds and cold suddenly drastically increased. The shapes moved in a formation that completely overwhelmed Xalaris in its beauty, and he did something Demigod?s did rarely, only last seen in Yat Amato No Orochi. Xalaris shed of tear from the overwhelming magnificence of the movement. He was completely entranced by the prism-shell even as flashes of energy surged through the lines between the angles. The energy surges moved rapidly, and in a flash of brilliant light, it leapt away from the shell inwards, striking Icarax and Fatalyze. A bolt of energy struck it, making it shudder in a way that brought more tears from Xalaris. Dark Interga Reaper, coming from above, flew toward the shell and struck it. But some majestic force repelled him, throwing the immortal back to the cliffside with swift and concussive power. The winds howled again. ?The Summoner?? Fatalyze withdrew his scythe while Icarax generated his chains, and the two struck repeatedly at the shell, as if trying to escape this splendid prison. Another surge, and the two were thrown back, crashing against the mountain?s body of stone and snow.
By Sacron
Never trust beauty. It is always dangerous.
By Sacron
Map = ASPLODE!