> The Great Aetheric Disaster was not only a tragedy of epic proportions but also a mystery that puzzled experts for years to come. Some experts speculated that the event had somehow managed to disrupt the natural flow of fate, causing a ripple effect that would reverberate through the world for years to come.
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> The theory was not without its detractors, but it was difficult to deny the evidence. The mutations and aberrations caused by the aetheric energy released during the disaster seemed to defy natural law, and the affected areas remained volatile and unstable long after the initial explosion.
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> Those who believed that the disaster had disrupted the flow of fate argued that the consequences of the event would be felt for generations. They warned that the mutations caused by the aetheric energy could spread, affecting not only the creatures and plants in the affected areas but also those who came into contact with them.
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> Others dismissed the theory as mere speculation, arguing that the effects of the disaster could be explained by natural phenomena. They believed that the mutations and aberrations were simply a result of the intense aetheric energy released during the explosion.
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> Regardless of the debate, the Great Aetheric Disaster remained a cautionary tale of the dangers of unchecked experimentation and a reminder that even the most brilliant minds could make grave mistakes.
~An excerpt from The Evolution of Aetheric Research Throughout Time: Volume 13 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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THE FATE FULL EXPERIMENT
1513 IF 5405 > 1513 IF 5573:00
Niloggver, the magnificent time dragon, resplendent in his shimmering white and golden scales, unfurled his wings and took to the sky with effortless grace. His sinuous body pulsed with raw power, exuding an aura of majestic strength as he surveyed the world beneath him, his keen eyes scanning for any hint of his elusive prey. The rush of the wind against his mighty form did nothing to distract him from his single-minded mission.
Niloggver soared high above the clouds, his massive wings beating with effortless power as he surveyed the world below. His eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as he searched for his target, a sense of purpose driving him forward. There was no mistaking the aura of raw power that emanated from him, a force that commanded respect and awe from even the most ancient and powerful beings.
As he flew, the wind howled around him, whipped into a frenzy by the sheer strength of his wings. It was as if the very elements themselves bowed before him, recognizing his authority and power. There was a palpable tension in the air, a feeling of impending greatness that seemed to emanate from every pore of the white and gold time dragon.
For Niloggver, there was no greater thrill than the prospect of testing his abilities, of pushing himself to new heights of power and mastery. And now, as he sensed the presence of Silver-Fang nearby, his heart raced with anticipation. He could feel the energy coursing through his veins, the sheer force of his will pushing him towards his ultimate goal.
As Niloggver flapped his immense white and gold wings, the very air around him crackled with anticipation. With eyes like pools of molten gold, he surveyed the world below, searching for his quarry with laser-sharp focus. The wind whipped through his fur and scales, but he remained undeterred, fueled by a primal desire to fulfill his mission.
As Niloggver approached his target he slowed down and started hovering in the clouds, he would need to flex his immense power for the next step. His white and gold scales glistened in the sun as he released a burst of energy that sent shockwaves through the air. The very fabric of reality seemed to ripple and twist around him as he channelled the full force of his dragon aether. But just as quickly as it came, the display of power vanished, leaving only the echoes of Niloggver's roar reverberating through the sky.
He had decided to stop since a familiar presence tickled at the edge of his senses. It was Elyon, his one and only disciple, who was watched from afar as if waiting for something. Niloggver could have easily asked her to stop looking, but he knew that would ruin the surprise he was planning. Instead, he decided to use his stealth art to hide in the clouds and wait for Elyon to look away.
Days passed, and Niloggver remained hidden, his immense power allowing him to remain completely undetected. He watched as Elyon continued to cultivate and use the senses of the Creation Trees, never once taking her eyes off the area he was searching. Niloggver remained patient, occasionally stretching his wings or scanning the area for anything interesting.
The tension grew with each passing day, as Niloggver waited for the perfect opportunity to make his move. The mystery of his plan hung in the air, as he remained hidden in the clouds, his power and presence neither felt nor seen. The anticipation of what was to come built with each passing moment, as Niloggver prepared to unleash his power.
A week later, Elyon momentarily looked away, Niloggver seized the opportunity to unleash a domineering ability. The dragon's scales once more glimmered in the sunlight as he unleashed a powerful burst of energy, causing the very air to vibrate and distort. With a fierce roar, he channelled the full force of his dragon aether, causing reality to warp and twist around him. Using his mastery over time, he created a sphere of frozen time that encompassed everything within a certain radius. To anyone watching from outside the sphere, it would appear that everything happened in an instant, even though time was at a standstill within.
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Niloggver, the powerful white and gold time dragon, descended down to the cave below where Silver-Fang had been residing. He moved with a calm and unhurried grace, as if he had all the time in the world - which, in a sense, he did. As he landed lightly on the frozen ground, he noticed something unexpected. At the moment he had frozen time Silver-Fang and the Icebird had just been leaveing.
Niloggver's sharp gaze fell upon the bird, and he studied it intently. He soon came to the realization that the Icebird was a creation of his own disciple, Elyon. It must have been why she had been looking over the area for so long. The time dragon couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at Elyon's ability to create such a magnificent creature.
The Icebird was a marvel to behold - its feathers shimmered with an icy blue light, and its wingspan was awe-inspiring. It was clear that Elyon had put a great deal of care and effort into its creation. Niloggver felt a twinge of regret that he had missed seeing it in action.
As Niloggver approached Silver-Fang, he could feel the white wolf's energy pulsating through his body. With a deep breath, he placed a single claw on Silver-Fang's brow, just above its snout. The dragon closed his eyes and focused, using his Basic God Eye technique to see the wolf's fate.
What he saw surprised him. Silver-Fang was not just an ordinary wolf, but the alpha of a powerful pack. And the fate of the pack was intertwined with that of the alpha - the links of fate were invisible to the naked eye, but Niloggver could sense them.
The dragon realized that his plan would be more difficult than he had anticipated. He couldn't just take out Silver-Fang without affecting the entire pack. He needed a different approach.
Niloggver drew in a deep breath, his chest expanding with a visible effort as he prepared to cast one of the most complex techniques he had ever attempted. The magic circle he had created was intricate, made up of countless layers of shimmering aether that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light. His claw, carefully positioned above Silver-Fang's head, hovered just above the wolf's fur as he concentrated on the spell.
With a flick of his tail, Niloggver sent a surge of energy flowing into the magic circle. It crackled with power, the aether seething and boiling as the energy from the pendant he held in his other claw poured into it. The space around them seemed to pulse with the intensity of the spell, the air vibrating with the raw power being unleashed.
The aether flowed out from the circle, snaking its way across the room like a writhing serpent. It wound its way around Silver-Fang, following complex and mysterious patterns that only Niloggver could decipher. He chanted an incantation, his voice low and resonant, the syllables rolling off his tongue with a musical cadence that spoke of great power and knowledge.
As he spoke, the fate around Silver-Fang began to twist and swirl, as if caught in a powerful whirlwind. The wolf's fur rippled and danced as the energy from the spell washed over him, his eyes glowing with an inner light that spoke of great power.
And then, with a final burst of energy, the technique was complete. Niloggver released his claw from Silver-Fang's brow, his eyes alight with a fierce inner glow. He watched as the wolf's fur settled back into place as the energy from the spell dissipated.
Niloggver's Basic God Eye technique had shown him the results, a humanoid avatar of fate forming around the wolf, a powerful symbol of the technique's success. The white and gold time dragon couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his achievement.
Niloggver felt the wind rushing past him as he took off, soaring high into the sky. His powerful wings beat against the air, propelling him higher and higher until he was just a speck in the distance. He released the frozen time, and everything resumed as if nothing had happened. But as he flew, the dragon's thoughts turned to the experiment he had just completed.
He knew that the fate of Silver-Fang and his pack was now different. The links of fate that bound them all together had been altered, and it would be interesting to see how the pack would adapt to their new destiny. Niloggver was pleased with the outcome of his experiment, but he knew that this was only the beginning.
The dragon had been planning for this moment for some time now. His true purpose was to surprise Elyon, his disciple and one of the most powerful beings in the world. Niloggver had been honing his skills, preparing for the day when he would finally reveal his surprise. And now, with the successful completion of his experiment, he knew that he was ready.
As he continued to fly, the dragon couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within him. He had been waiting for this moment for so long, and now it was finally within reach.
But the dragon was confident in his abilities. He knew that he was undisputably the strongest creature in the world, and he had many tricks up his sleeve that Elyon had never seen before. With a grin on his face, Niloggver began to plan out the final details of his surprise.
As the dragon flew through the clouds, he felt a sense of purpose coursing through his veins. He knew that he was greatness, and he would stop at nothing. With a powerful flap of his wings, he pushed himself higher and higher, eager to see what the future would bring.
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AFTERMATH
1513 IF 5573:00
As the Icebird soared through the air, it replayed the events of the past few minutes in its mind. Just moments ago, it had been soaring alongside Silver-Fang, enjoying the freedom of flight. But then, something strange had happened. The alpha wolf had suddenly collapsed, as if dead. At first, the Icebird had been terrified, unsure of what was happening. It had circled around Silver-Fang, trying to see if there was anything it could do to help. But there was nothing visibly wrong with the wolf, and the Icebird had been at a loss.
In a moment of panic, the Icebird had flown back to the cave, hoping to find some answers. But when it arrived, it found that all the wolves had collapsed. It was a strange and eerie sight - the pack, which had always been so strong and united, now lay motionless on the ground. The Icebird felt a sense of despair wash over it. It had grown to love the wolves, and it couldn't bear the thought of losing them.
Desperately, the Icebird fluttered around the cave, searching for any clues or hints as to what might have happened. But it was all in vain - there was nothing to be found. The Icebird felt helpless and alone, unsure of what to do next.
But then, just as suddenly as they had collapsed, the wolves began to stir. First, Silver-Fang rose to his feet, looking around in confusion. And then, one by one, the rest of the pack followed suit. The Icebird let out a chirp of relief and joy, happy to see that the wolves were alright.
As the pack began to move about and shake off the effects of whatever had befallen them, the Icebird couldn't help but wonder what had caused this strange occurrence. Little did it know that Niloggver, the time dragon, had been the one responsible - and that his actions would have far-reaching consequences for all of them. Reaches much farther than even Niloggver would have expected from a small "experiment."