Chapter 8: Foolish move
Silvia dispersed herself from the darkness taking the maker’s new body with her. They were reduced to almost nothing and the maker’s human vision, hearing, sensation, gone. All of the maker’s consciousness was pushed out and then sucked into its old body.
Did she just die?
The maker questioned itself again.
Did I just die?
The maker saw with its old flesh, the old flesh that was the dungeon itself. It saw that they were expanded and reduced to tiny particle-like mist. They rose to the ceiling and like ghosts they passed through it. Going through the higher levels of the sanctuary.
Death did not occur, I think.
The maker shook its tentacle. If the maker did die then it would know, it would have felt differently. It was just a little weird how ticklish it was; getting turned into miniscule bits and pieces, and then dispersed up to the ceiling.
Once the new body reassembles again the maker would start to feel what would be of the new flesh. But for now, all the maker felt with its new body was darkness, the new flesh probably lost consciousness.
The maker did something foolish, on the other side of the makers face, the sea of molten magma that it had been pushing back had rushed, seared and destroyed the part of the dungeon that it had traversed; The maker shouldn’t have left that spot. The maker should've sealed the other side before it even gave chase.
Even if the maker did seal the magma behind it,The maker did not feel like chasing after the human and itself. Looking at how the human, Silvia desperately escaped, It might do more harm than good. There were other options.
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Turning its attention around, the maker began to push back the molten metals and rocks. Reclaiming the space and areas that it had previously made. The maker was going to do it all over again; It’s efforts from before was wasted. But the thrill, the frustration, and then the magnificent escape stimulated the maker to no end, it was worth it.
As the maker pushed on, it did as it always did; it separated the molten rocks and precious stones from the melted alloys that came from the magma. The maker extracted and separated and refined, nothing was left wasted. Everything that was and can be used, will be used.
How very convenient for magma to exist if one digs deep enough. It’s searing energy can be used and eaten in many different ways and whatever metal or stone or slag was left can also be used and eaten.
Energized with magma, the maker created eggs. Eggs that hatched and borne creatures that would help with it.
The maker placed them on all sides of the room, urged on by the heat, those same eggs began cracking and the tentacles inside of it grew and consumed the heat, more mass, more body was created making the maker larger, making the dungeon larger.
The maker shivered as the room cooled.
Maybe I shouldn’t make too much of these, it’s making the room too cold.
The maker considered it for a moment, but then shook its head. Have to stick to the current formula…
The maker started singing the formula just to prove its own point.
“Extra procedures♪ extra procedures!. Forget how to do it and the sanctuary burns♫” the maker sang its old tune meant as a reminder to itself.
“Give them structure give them bone♫ Flatten the walls and let them grow♪ let them grow rocks, let them grow brick. Let the tentacles grow until they get thick♪”
“Bones are needed, Metals too, expanding growing, flowering. Turning all things dead,living.”
“Abundance of gold and precious metals ♫ Mix it all up, turn them all to aloys.”
The maker absentmindedly sang and dug deeper, all the while consuming chunks of magma; melding the metals to alloys and into different shapes. Swords, plates. Works of arts. The maker absentmindedly adorned them with finely cut jewels and powers. Having done this for a long time, even while pensive; all of the maker’s creations were perfect in their own respective element.
As soon as it was done. the maker spat them out and proceeded to mold the next chunk of gushing magma.
“Gold and iron, Gems.. and alloys adorn them..” the maker boredly stirred the metals together for the nth time.
“all together and forge them into…….”
The maker sighs,
How long would it take until the new body wakes up again?
I really want to wake up!