> As the exploration of the world progressed and knowledge expanded, it became apparent that aether, the fundamental essence of the world, could have a profound impact on living creatures. It was discovered that monsters and animals, if exposed to aether from natural sources for prolonged periods, could undergo a process of growth and transformation.
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> This process, would imbue the creatures with incredible strength and abilities beyond what was normally possible. It was said that some creatures could even evolve into entirely new forms, adapting to the world around them and becoming more formidable than ever before.
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> When done artificially this process was known as aetherization.
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> However, aetherization was not without its risks. The wrong exposure to aether could cause mutations and aberrations, transforming creatures into grotesque and dangerous monsters that threatened the world around. As such, the of aetherization was highly regulated and monitored by those with the knowledge and expertise to manage it.
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> For a time the allure of aetherization was too great to ignore. Adventurers and monster hunters would often seek out strong sources of aether in hopes of using it to make themselves or their pets stronger and more capable in their quests. And while a few succeeded, there were just as many who fell to the dangers of aetherization, succumbing to its overwhelming power and becoming twisted parodies of their former selves.
~An excerpt from The Evolution of Aetheric Research Throughout Time: Volume 11 by Marisol Vega a renowned historian, cultivator, and scientist.
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World Location: A Mid-trunk Bough > Bashiri's Inner World
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SILVER-FANG
1513 IF 5401:00 > 1513 IF 5573:00
As the Icebird spoke into the minds of the white wolves, its powerful voice echoed through their minds like a chorus of angels, filling them with a sense of awe and fear. They were frozen in place, unable to move as the Icebird's words washed over them like a cleansing wave. Its voice was like seemed like thunder in their minds, carrying a weight that belied its small size, resonating with an power that sent shivers down their spines.
"I wouldn't do this if I were you," the Icebird said, its voice dripping with confidence and authority. "You may be hungry, but I am not your prey. I am a creature of magic and power, born from the very essence of the frozen wasteland. I have faced far greater foes than you, and emerged victorious every time."
The wolves stood rooted to the ground, their heads bowed in shame, as if before a king. They remembered how the Icebird had taken down the Frost Elemental, a creature of such immense power that it had once held the entire wasteland in its icy grip. They knew that they were no match for the Icebird's magic, and felt a sense of reverence and respect for the creature that stood before them.
Slowly, the Icebird spread its wings and lifted into the air, the snow swirling around it like a cloak, as if acknowledging its dominance over the land.
The rogue wolf, the one that had started the whole fiasco, was now positioned behind the Icebird. Suddenly, it jumped, aiming for the Icebird's neck.
With a graceful twist and turn, the Icebird dodged the rogue wolf's vicious attack, moving with a speed and agility that belied its size. Its movements were fluid and effortless, like a dance that had been practiced a thousand times. In the same fluid move the Icebird slightly lifted one of its many feathers, summoning a powerful aether ice spear that glimmered with the cold light of the wasteland.
The spear flew towards the rogue wolf with lightning speed, its razor-sharp edge gleaming in the sunlight. The rogue wolf let out a pitiful howl as the spear pierced its body, ending its life in an instant.
The other wolves, whimpering and cowering in fear, looked on in awe at the power and strength of the Icebird. They knew that they were no match for its abilities, and that any attempt to attack it would be met with a swift and merciless end.
As the Icebird surveyed the trembling pack of wolves, its eyes gleamed with a fierce determination. It was clear that it would not hesitate to use its power to defend itself and its new home from any threat, no matter how small or insignificant. For the Icebird was not just a creature of magic and power, but a true master of the icy wasteland, feared and respected by all who dared to cross its path.
The sound of the rogue wolf's body hitting the ground was a deafening thud that echoed through the icy wasteland. The other wolves watched in stunned silence as the Icebird stood triumphantly over its fallen foe. The Icebird's wings spread wide, casting a shadow over the remaining wolves, and its piercing blue eyes shone with an otherworldly glow.
The rogue wolf was one of their strongest and most skilled pack members, yet it fell to the Icebird with ease. Fear and uncertainty filled the remaining wolves as they realized just how outmatched they were.
They had always thought of themselves as the apex predators of the tundra, but the Icebird was something entirely different. Its power and speed were beyond anything they had ever encountered, and they couldn't even begin to imagine what other tricks it had up its sleeve.
The wolves whimpered and cowered in fear as they realized just how small and insignificant they were in comparison to the Icebird. It was clear that the Icebird was a force to be reckoned with, a creature of immense power and strength.
As the Icebird turned to face them, the wolves couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. They knew that they were no match for its power, and they wondered what fate awaited them.
The Icebird stood tall and proud, its wings outstretched and its eyes ablaze with a fierce determination. The remaining wolves knew that they had no chance against such a formidable opponent. But as the Icebird surveyed the pack with its piercing gaze, it didn't show any sign of aggression or hostility.
Instead, it let out a low, mournful cry, as if lamenting the loss of the rogue wolf. The sound was hauntingly beautiful, echoing across the frozen tundra like a mournful hymn.
The Icebird looked at the remaining wolves, its cold eyes surveying them as if they were nothing more than ants
The Icebird's imposing presence lingered over the pack of wolves, their eyes glued to the magnificent creature. The air around them grew colder with each passing moment, as if the Icebird's power was seeping into the very atmosphere itself. Its piercing gaze seemed to cut through them like a knife, and they felt a deep sense of unease and apprehension in its presence.
And then, in a voice that seemed to echo within their minds, the Icebird gave them a choice: death or subordination.
The Icebird's mournful cry still seemed to reverberate throughout the frozen tundra, as if it were the voice of an ancient deity. The remaining wolves quivered in fear, their hearts pounding in their chests as they struggled to comprehend the enormity of the situation. They knew that the Icebird was not to be trifled with, that it possessed a power beyond their wildest imaginations. And yet, they could not bring themselves to accept the idea of surrender.
As the seconds ticked by, the tension in the air grew thicker, until it felt as though the very fabric of reality was about to rip apart. The wolves could feel the Icebird's gaze upon them, cold and calculating, as if it were assessing their worthiness as living beings.
And then, with a voice like thunder, the Icebird spoke: "You have two options before you: death or subordination. Choose wisely, for your fate is sealed." The wolves felt a chill run down their spines as the Icebird's words sank in.
As the Icebird spoke, its voice seemed to resonate through the pack, causing them to shiver involuntarily. They knew that they had to make a decision, and fast, or risk suffering the same fate as the rogue wolf. Its words were like a command that they could not refuse, and they knew that they had to submit to its will if they wanted to survive. The weight of the Icebird's power was palpable, and the wolves could feel its aura all around them.
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One by one, they lowered their heads, acknowledging the Icebird as their master. Their submission was a testament to the Icebird's overwhelming strength, and they knew that they could not challenge its authority. In the end, the pack was left with no choice but to follow the Icebird's lead, obedient to its every whim.
The wolves huddled together, their tails tucked between their legs as they looked up at the Icebird with trepidation. The Icebird let out a piercing cry that echoed across the tundra, causing the other wolves to shrink back even further. It was a call of victory, a declaration of dominance that left no room for doubt. Despite their fear, the wolves couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the Icebird, their new master. It was clear that this was a creature to be admired and revered, a true force of nature that could not be ignored or taken lightly.
The Icebird's call of victory continued to reverberate in the minds of the wolves, sending chills down their spines. Its power was palpable, and they knew that it could end them at any moment. But there was something else there, something that made them feel almost drawn to the Icebird.
As the wolves lowered their heads in submission, the Icebird's eyes softened ever so slightly. It seemed almost pleased by their obedience, and the wolves couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Perhaps, with the Icebird as their leader, they could survive in this harsh world after all.
The Icebird spread its wings wide, its feathers catching the light in a shimmering display. It was a breathtaking sight, and the wolves couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as they looked upon their new master.
As the wolves cowered before the Icebird, it could sense their fear permeating through the air. But it also knew that fear alone would not be enough to gain their trust and cooperation. And so, with a clear and commanding voice that seemed to pierce the very fabric of their minds, the Icebird broke the silence once more.
"Lead me to your abode," it demanded, its eyes never leaving the trembling wolves.
The wolves hesitated at first, unsure of whether they should obey the Icebird's command. But as the Icebird continued to gaze at them with its piercing eyes, they knew that they had no other choice.
Slowly, the pack leader stepped forward and nodded its head in agreement. The other wolves followed suit, their heads bowed in submission. Together, they set off towards their den, the Icebird following closely behind.
The Icebird couldn't help but feel grateful for the teachings that Elyon had imparted upon it. The mind voice technique had proven to be an invaluable tool, allowing the Icebird to communicate with the wolves without the need for physical speech.
As it surveyed the cowering pack members, the Icebird silently thanked Elyon for showing it this technique. Without it, the Icebird would have been forced to rely on physical communication, which would have made conversing with these wolves much more difficult.
But with the mind voice technique, the Icebird was able to speak directly into the wolves' minds, bypassing any potential language barriers. It made asserting its dominance over them all the easier.
As the wolves continued to cower in fear, the Icebird couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It had proven its strength, and with Elyon's teachings, it had done so in a way that was both effortless and effective. The Icebird knew that it owed its success to Elyon, and silently vowed always to remember the lessons that she had taught it.
As the Icebird followed the pack of wolves towards their cave, it couldn't help but analyze each wolf's position in the pack and their individual strengths. The way they moved, the way they carried themselves, it all spoke volumes about their status within the group. The Icebird had always been a keen observer, and it took note of every detail as it followed the wolves through the snowy terrain.
As they neared the cave, the Icebird decided to break the silence once again, its voice echoing within the minds of the wolves. "Tell me, pack leader," it said, addressing the most dominant wolf in the group. "What is your name?"
The pack leader hesitated for a moment, its mind filled with fear and uncertainty. It had never been asked its name before, as wolves did not place much importance on individual identities. "I... I do not have a name," it finally replied, its voice trembling with fear.
The Icebird cocked its head to the side, its sharp eyes studying the pack leader. "No name?" it repeated, sounding almost amused. "How peculiar. Perhaps I shall give you one then."
The pack leader's eyes widened in surprise, unsure of how to respond. It had never heard of a creature giving names before, and the Icebird's suggestion filled it with both curiosity and apprehension.
The Icebird continued to speak, its voice somehow even more piercing than before. "From now on, you shall be known as... Silver Fang."
The pack leader, now Silver Fang, felt a strange sensation within its mind as the Icebird spoke its new name. It wasn't sure how it felt about having a name, but it knew that it was now bound to the Icebird in some way.
As they entered the cave, the Icebird couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
The Icebird looked around the barren cave, its eyes taking in every detail. The walls were bare, the floor dusty and dry. It was hard to believe that any creature could call this place home. Turning to Silver-Fang, the Icebird asked in amazement, "Why do you even bother living here? There is nothing here."
Silver-Fang, the pack leader, looked at the Icebird with a patient expression. "It wasn't always like this," he explained. "When we first arrived here, the cave was filled with precious stones and minerals. There was even some flowing water, and one or two plants. It was a paradise for us."
The Icebird nodded, understanding the wolf's words. "But something changed," it said, "and now it is all gone. What happened?"
Silver-Fang's expression turned sad as he spoke. "The water dried up, and the plants withered away. The precious stones and minerals disappeared, leaving us with nothing but this empty cave. We have tried to find a new home, but it is difficult in these harsh lands. This cave is all we have left."
The Icebird looked around once more, taking in the desolate landscape. It knew what it had to do. It would use its power to bring life back to this cave, to restore it to its former glory. It would not be an easy task, but it was one that the Icebird was willing to undertake.
As the Icebird took to the air, Silver-Fang watched in awe. It had never seen a creature like this before, one with such power and grace. It felt a surge of hope in its heart, knowing that perhaps there was a chance for its pack to have a better life.
For days, the Icebird worked tirelessly, using its powers to create flowing water in the cave, and planting new seeds in the dry soil. Slowly but surely, the cave began to come to life once more. Plants sprouted up, and the water flowed once more. The wolves looked on in wonder, amazed at the transformation.
When the work was done, the Icebird looked upon the lush and vibrant cave, its heart filled with pride. It had accomplished what it had set out to do, and the wolves would have a new home, filled with life and beauty.
As the pack thanked the Icebird for its help, Silver-Fang spoke up. "Thank you," he said, "you have given us hope and a new home. We will never forget your kindness."
The Icebird looked at Silver-Fang with a serious expression. "The work isn't over yet. We need to find certain precious materials to make this cave a suitable place for you and your pack. Only then can we begin to harness the full potential of your power."
Silver-Fang looked at the Icebird, his eyes filled with determination. "I will do whatever it takes to ensure the safety and prosperity of my pack. We have survived in these harsh conditions for far too long. It is time for us to thrive."
The Icebird nodded in approval, impressed by Silver-Fang's resolve. "Good. We will need to embark on a journey to find these materials, and it will not be an easy one. But I believe that with your power and my guidance, we can succeed."
Silver-Fang nodded, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. "Lead the way, Icebird. We are ready to do whatever it takes to make our home a better place."
And so, the Icebird and Silver-Fang set out on a perilous journey to find the precious materials they needed to make the cave suitable for the pack. The journey would not be an easy one, filled with danger and uncertainty. But the two were determined to succeed, no matter the cost.
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TEST SUBJECT
1513 IF 5405
Niloggver sat atop his nest, the precious artifact still held tightly in his grasp. His mind was racing with possibilities, but he knew that he needed more than just this artifact to accomplish his goal. A technique that Bashiri had taught him came to mind, one that could potentially give him the power he needed to succeed.
Niloggver had been scouring the land for the perfect test subject, one that possessed a power he could use to unlock the secrets of the artifact he held. The Basic God Eye technique allowed him to see everything with startling clarity, from the smallest insect crawling on the ground to the vast landscapes stretching out before him. But what he sought was something more elusive, something that required his utmost concentration.
The white and gold time dragon with its eyes closed was focusing, using his Basic God Eye technique to scan the world below. He could see everything with startling clarity, from the tiniest insect crawling on the ground to the vast landscapes stretching out before him. But what he was searching for was something more elusive, something that required his utmost concentration.
As the pack led by the newly named Silver-Fang made their way towards a cave. The wolf's regal air was evident as it strode forward confidently, its pack following closely behind.
As they made their way deeper into the cave, Niloggver's powerful mind began to scan the area, searching until he found Silver-Fang. Niloggver knew that this wolf would be the perfect test subject, and so he began to formulate a plan. He would use his other technique, the one that Bashiri had taught him.
As the plan began to form in Niloggver's mind, and he opened his eyes, a grin spreading across his draconic features. He knew what he had to do, and he would do it with the utmost precision and skill.
As he prepared to put his plan into motion, Niloggver couldn't but anticipate Elyon's reaction. He was a dragon beyond compare, a creature that could manipulate time and space at will. His very presence commanded respect and awe, and he knew that even the mightiest of beings would cower before him.
With a flick of his massive wings, Niloggver took to the skies, the precious artifact and his plan firmly in his mind. He would not fail in his plan. And with Silver-Fang as his unwitting pawn, Niloggver was sure to succeed in his endeavours.