Kal ran through the halls of Fyborh’s resting place, the runes lining each corridor flickering as the structure continued to shake since the system’s punishment.

He had a few options for where to go first but he couldn’t ignore the obvious hint Fyborh had shown him at the last door. If Fyborh was telling the truth about his mind being manipulated he needed something to protect him from it.

Kal arrived at the door with the three rune colors. Its runes were flickering like the rest and Kal could clearly see the mana fading from them as the timer ticked down. Kal shouldered the door open and was surprised when even his full strength failed to budge it even an inch.

“For fuck’s sake, of course, it couldn’t be that simple,” Kal forced himself to focus on the runes of the door squinting at the still blinding light as they flickered. Why didn’t it open? The doors in Mira’s bunker- Kal sighed, those doors had opened themselves…

How was he supposed to open them then? The runes had to have something to do with it. Kal concentrated and tried to ignore the light of the mana flowing through the runes and instead focused on the runes themselves.

It only took him a moment when he actually stopped to look at it to figure it out, “God’s the intellect drain is hurting in more ways than one,” Most of the runes were unknown to him but a few at the center were clearly there to form some kind of activator function. But how was he supposed to activate it?

Not really knowing where to start Kal went with his instincts placed his hand on the door and focused on the activation runes with his will. The runes continued to flicker but the activation runes solidified and a resounding click made Kal sigh with relief as the door slowly swung open.

He entered as soon as he could fit to find a large room much like the memorial chamber. The runes here remained stable for now and they all seemed to brighten as he entered. A small staircase led to a small platform in the center of the chamber where there were three podiums each holding a display case of various sizes.

As Kal’s foot fell onto the first step he received a notification.

Warning: The resident of this resting place has faded from this plane. Planar Cohesion is at risk.

Due to the assurance of safety from a system-sanctioned timeout you will be returned to the place of entry in 10 minutes.

Recall in 8:39

8:38

8:37

Warning: You have entered the vault of a tier-five being without permission. This is grounds for divine retribution…

ERROR: ~~~~~~ The Forgotten One has faded from this plane.

ERROR: ~~~~~~ The Forgotten One has been removed from pantheon of origin.

ERROR: Divine Retribution failed due to the lack of prerequisite mana.

Pantheon notified of your transgression.

Kal’s emotions went from panic to relief and finally unnerved. Sure he was glad he didn’t suddenly get smited. But the gods knowing that he had been here probably wasn’t good either.

“Let’s hope Fyborh wasn’t messing with me…”

Kal continued down the stairs and up to the first display case. It was made from a nearly pure white stone and when he tried to use Identify on it the skill simply fizzled. Looking inside the case Kal could see a small white ring with red and black marbling through it.

It almost seemed to shine even as it simply sat there. Kal carefully checked the case for any signs of magical weirdness but not finding he simply opened the case and took the ring. It felt almost hot in his hand and the ring began to shine brighter as he used Identify.

To Spit In God’s Eyes [Divine]

The wearer of this ring is rendered un-scryable to all but the system itself, this includes the capabilities of divine perception and blessings. In addition, the wearer is notified of all attempts at scrying their condition and location and receives a short description of the being who attempted to scry them at that being's current location.

Kal’s jaw hung open for a moment. This seemed too good to be real. The ring's description didn’t mention any kind of mental protection but he suspected if they could scry his location they would have to actually be able to see him to affect him, and if that was the case he had bigger things to worry about.

He decided to trust Fyborh was telling the truth. What did he have to gain from lying about everything if he was truly dead? The system itself had said that his mana had left this plane, whatever that meant.

Kal slipped the ring on and a warm feeling washed up his arm and over the rest of his body. It was a strange sensation, like stepping out into a warm summer’s day except there was no light. An instant later the feeling vanished.

Sensing no horrible trap waiting for him Kal went to the next display case. This one was a fair bit larger and inside he could see a large gold embossed tome held closed by a similarly golden lock. The embossing depicted a golden waterfall that almost seemed to move as he watched. Kal immediately flung open the display case and used Identify again.

The Threads Of All [Mythic] [Unbound]

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That was weird. Kal had only names missing from an item's description, not the whole thing. He also hadn’t seen the Unbound property before. Even if he didn’t know what it did he wasn’t going to pass up grabbing a mythic rarity book so Kal picked it up but when he was about to put it in his dimension storage he received a notification.

You have acquired a bindable item!

Do you wish to bind this item? Yes/No

Figuring if the ring wasn’t a trap the book wouldn’t be either Kal accepted and felt his soul flicker slightly as the notification disappeared before another appeared.

The Thread Of All [Mythic] [Unbound] => The Threads Of All [Mythic] [Bound: Kalum Lesta]

The tome in his hands pulsed with golden light and the golden embossing began to spin around the front of the book becoming an incomprehensible text of several different languages before solidifying at one that he could understand.

May the smith forge or the spinner weave as the Astral Falls seek a new ascendant.

Was it a riddle? Probably. Kal wanted to dig deeper into it but he didn’t have time. The tome’s description hadn’t changed and the lock remained intact so there was obviously something else he had to do.

Recall in 6:56

6:55

6:54

“Shit..” Kal quickly moved on to the final case. This one was even larger than the last, taking up most of the small platform and if Kal wasn’t already rushing what he saw inside it made him rush faster.

Within the display case lying atop a white scabbard was a large black sword. The blade was nearly two hands thick and about five feet long with a band across the base of the blade to serve as a cross guard. The sword’s hilt was long enough to fit both hands and was wrapped with a crimson material. He wasn’t sure if it was leather or cloth but as he picked it up it felt comfortable in hand.

The sword was surprisingly heavy telling him it was not some low-quality metal before he had even identified it.

Exterminator’s Regards [Rare] [Evolution]

The final weapon forged by the Lord of Extermination for a friend he hoped would never need it. This blade contains a fragment of its creator’s soul and will grow with its wielder. When an enemy is slain with this blade the wielder gains stamina equal to the enemy’s level. If damaged this blade will regenerate over the course of six days. The regeneration process can be accelerated by imbuing the weapon with mana.

“May you stride through the enemy unhindered.”

Kal held the sword for a moment, thinking about the lengths Fyborh had gone to. He felt guilty about the memories he didn’t have but now he hoped they would return, “Thank you…” He said as he picked up the sword’s scabbard and left the room. He didn’t know what else to say but he hoped he would remember Fyborh and the time he said they had known each other.

The moment he stepped out of the room he received another notification.

Warning: You have stolen from a tier-five entity. This is grounds for divine retribution…

ERROR: ~~~~~~ The Forgotten One has faded from this plane.

ERROR: ~~~~~~ The Forgotten One has been removed from pantheon of origin.

ERROR: Divine Retribution failed due to the lack of prerequisite mana.

Pantheon notified of your transgression.

Title Acquired: Thief of Ages [Mythic]

Recall in 3:11

3:10

3:09

Kal chuckled as he ran through the halls, something telling him he wasn’t going to get smited any time soon. As he ran down the hall with all the weapons and armor towards the first door he read the description.

Thief of Ages [Mythic]

You have stolen from an entity of tier 5 or higher while in tier 1 and have survived the divine retribution. Your luck is matched only by your hubris. +15% Agility and +5% Perception

There was no doubt left in his mind that Fyborh knew this would happen he had even said to make sure he was gone first. Kal moved into the first room and was pleased to find it was the one that contained the armor. Most of it was sized to the larger people of Kartha but he hoped a few pieces would fit.

Kal didn’t waste time trying sizes instead he simply ran by the racks and started dropping everything into his dimensional storage. He didn’t know if there was any kind of limit but he had emptied the room and a few racks of random weapons before he stopped and started running for the small library.

Recall in 0:59

0:58

0:57

Kal entered the room and got the first bookcase. He didn’t have time to scoop every book so he went with the quick method of picking up the whole bookshelf. He couldn't help but laugh as the entire thing was deposited into his amulet, soon followed by the other two.

Recall in 0:05

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Kal let out a sigh of relief and smiled as the timer ran out. That had been a lot more fun than he had expected.

The world around him warped and Kal was thrown into a spiral as he wrenched away from Fyborh’s final resting place. Despite the sickening disorientation and burning sensation of the gray trying to reach his core Kal smiled. He knew that soon he would be fighting for his life once more and the nightmares would return but now he felt renewed.

He would kill the Bestial Lord, then the Lumixet. Then he would tear the abyssal hordes apart until he could return home. His soul roared in time with his own emotions as he felt the wasteland of the first layer materialize around him.

His feet touched the harsh ground of the caldera and the storm above continued to tear the world around him to dust as he was bombarded with more notifications. He read them as he peered through his amulet for fitting armor.

Sanctioned Timeout: Concluded

Multiple Scrying attempts: {

Dhinir: Tier 5 God of Conquest => Pantheon Divine Realm,

Uton: Tier 5 God of the Underworld => Pantheon Divine Realm,

Canmis: Tier 5 Goddess of Storms => Pantheon Divine Realm,

Earae: Goddess of Abundance => Pantheon Divine Realm,

Quotz: Goddess of Logic => Personal Divine Realm,

Dhoerin: God of Tricks => Quotz’ Divine Realm,

Lady of Blood: Tier 5 Abyssal Entity => Personal Abyssal Realm,

Vorayx: Tier 2 Abyssal Spawn => 1st Layer of the Abyssal Horizon [Fallen Kartha]

}

All scrying attempts failed.

Do you wish to send the prerecorded message? Yes/No

Event: Trial of the Slayer I [Wave 3 Commencing]