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Third person pov:
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It was known by various names, each one laden with symbolism and mystery. The Dothraki called it "shierak qiya," signifying a "bleeding star."
For the wildlings beyond the Wall, it was a symbol of the dragons' return, a beacon of legends.
The faithful in the Seven saw it as a mark of a New Era, a divine revelation.
The world was a tapestry of beliefs, woven with threads of the comet's significance.
The comet, initially just a faint speck in the celestial canopy, had grown in size and brilliance as it pursued its endless journey. Its fiery trail painted a mesmerizing portrait of otherworldly beauty as it traversed the cosmos.
As it moved across the heavens, the comet's radiant red glow cast a celestial spell. It was a beacon of wonder and speculation. People marveled at its majesty and the profound emotions it stirred within them. Each night, they would gather to watch its progress, casting their hopes and dreams toward the endless sky.
Yet, as the days unfolded, the unthinkable happened...
The once relentless wanderer came to a sudden halt, as if seized by an invisible hand...
It froze in the sky, its fiery tail remaining fixed, almost outshining the sun's brilliance...
And the world below fell into silence...
No one could understand what they were witnessing.
The comet's abrupt suspension seemed to defy the laws of the cosmos. It hung there, an enigmatic sentinel of the night, a scarlet flame against the black canvas of the universe.
The world was still, caught in a moment of celestial bewilderment. The comet's sudden pause was a silence that spoke louder than words, stirring feelings of awe and apprehension. It was a cosmic paradox, leaving humanity at the mercy of the unknown and the unfathomable...
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But...out of those glancing at this marvel...
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...𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀...
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Negary pov :
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As we ventured deeper into the north, the chill in the air grew ever more biting, gnawing at my senses. The landscape had transformed, evolving from picturesque vistas into a vast expanse of desolate, rolling hills that stretched endlessly before me, barren and seemingly devoid of life as far as the eye could discern.
I myself stood a few kilometers away from the makeshift camp we'd established for the night, standing before the only tree I found in the vicinity. Its trunk dwarfed my own form, making it a fitting choice for my purposes.
I retracted my hand and unleashed a swift strike, launching forward a razor-thin thread of soul energy coated with mana.
The string cut through the air like a lightning bolt, its incredible speed almost too much for my senses to follow. It struck the tree before me soundlessly, burrowing deep into the trunk, cleaving through almost half of its girth before it finally snapped.
Undeterred, I went over the scene in my head a few times, my expression growing more serious. It hit me almost instantly...I didn't maintain the mana concentration constant all along the length of the string, which resulted in a ,,weakest link,, scenario.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I recentered my focus. I extended a purplish thread of soul energy from the tip of my index finger, and as I coated it in mana, I tried my damnedest to keep the energy evenly dispersed across its length.
This problem could have also been solved by just adding more mana, but I was planning on working as smartly as possible before I started increasing my workload.
'Only then I can attain the greatest results.' I thought
As I directed my attention to the unassuming thread extending from my hand, I pondered once more if this was truly the best use of my time. In a moment of contemplation, my gaze shifted toward the sturdy tree trunk, and with a decisive motion, I reared back and delivered a powerful punch. The impact sent shockwaves through the tree, causing it to splinter and shatter into a cloud of fractured wood and scattered debris, the raw energy within me unleashed with a resounding explosion.
'It's physical cutting prowess isn't gonna be extraordinary but...'
But as I reached out and made contact with the string using my right hand, I felt as it sliced through both my flesh and soul. In that moment, my lingering doubts dissolved into nothingness.
"Yes, it will do nicely" I muttered as I glanced towards the red ,,star,, hanging ominously in the sky. Its fiery hue cast an eerie glow upon the world below, a baleful beacon that seemed to burn with a menacing intensity, like a watchful eye from the heavens. It pulsed with an unnatural radiance, hanging there in the dark expanse, a harbinger of foreboding and unseen danger...and it continued to emit pulses of mana from time to time, much to my confusion...
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I realized quite early during my journey in this world that compared to those that had literal centuries (if not millennia) to train, plan and prepare...I was sure to be...quite lacking.
But I harbored an unyielding determination to break free from such a fate.
And so, I plunged headlong into rigorous training, devised plans, and tirelessly honed my skills, readying myself for the challenges that lay ahead.
Every second of every minute of every hour of every day was spent trying to find new ways to improve my meager strength...and this thin string was the culmination of my experiments. A weapon against the immaterial, channeling all the expertise I gained from my forages in reality warping.
It wasn't flashy or extravagant, nor was it complicated.
But it could cut through my 350 man soul like it was butter, a feat valyrian steel couldn't hope to match.
(Or at least Ice, a sword made of old steel which was reforged countless times couldn't hope to match, but the fact remained).
'This isn't important right now' I thought as I continued to abuse the poor tree trunk in front of me, not sparing another glance at the red dot in the sky. Whether it was just a weird-ass comet or the Motherf*cking lord of Light, I couldn't care less.
"Don't dwell on things you can't influence" a wise man once said.
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And so, I will continue to hone myself. To sharpen my skills. To refine my soul. And in a week or so, when my other body will reach Essos...that's when the 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 fun will start...
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A.N :
"He remembered his first lesson with William about impossible situations, yet, even an ant had its right to defy the will of a dragon.
Coldness exuded from his figure like an extension of his state of mind.
'But I'm not an ant, and you are not a dragon! I can do this!'"
-Noah (Birth of the Demonic Sword)
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