Within his core realm, Moyo sat, cross-legged atop some random mountain he had manifested as he got in tune with his aspect. Eyes closed as his aura rampaged around him in a maelstrom of power, cycling his power calmly, feeling the veneration and intent course through his entire frame. In one movement he was up, gripping dominion tightly as he swung the blade, layering Ashe and veneration into the intent around the weapon, feeling the powers combined blistering at the edges, begging to be released.
He swung it with one step in the movement of his path, reality in the realm responding with his every move, singing in concert with his will. It sang across the landscape, parting the sea of Ashe like the biblical prophet of old, revealing Aserite bottom of his core realm, blasting both Idris and Josh who fought to stabilize themselves even as they laboured under his gravitational powers. Both could hardly spear him a look, their entire willpower bent into moving as both Valoris and champion alike clashed with each other.
Moyo glanced at them and then flicked his eyes away, after forcing them to push their attributes to three thousand each, he had watched as their very bodies rebelled under the forced enhancement, his aspect keeping them in one piece as they battered at each other, trying to forcer the archailect’s equivalent of gaining the attribute points of working for it. He left them to it, facing his own training, dominion floating away from his hand, sitting back down and closing his eyes, summoning his spiritual form, the physical manifestation of his aspect given form.
It rose around him as a behemoth, a towering figure of pure purple energy, aspect in its strongest form, his realm quivered in pleasure at its manifestation, speaking, he directed his voice with aura to the two vassals under him,
“Release your spiritual forms, whatever form those budding aspects of yours have taken” he commanded,
The reason was obvious to them as it was to him, training their spiritual forms under the overwhelming might of his would allow theirs to get accustomed to manifesting under stronger powers. Despite their already strained bodies, they manifested them, two figures appearing. Joshs’ took the form of a large figure clad in silver burning light, in one hand a large shield, the very manifestation of the rune of shielding, his entire aspect rotating around that of the sentinel.
What piqued Moyo’s curiosity however was the large silver eye that shone above the shield, flickering around just as quickly, as it watching for threats,
A true sentinel,
It locked on Idris, the Geb hand whose spiritual form took on that of a yellow glowing figure with runes all over its form, shimmering like some dessert mirage figure, its eyes glowed purple, evidence of the impact of Moyo’s aspect on his as well. It had golden-like bangles on both hands and it floating above a yellow aether storm. All these, Moyo noticed the minute they summoned their spiritual forms.
Then both forms summarily exploded,
The pressure from the form of Moyo being enough to totally subdue theirs, he shook his head,
“again” he commanded,
“We shall be at this till you can both comfortably summon it within my realm” Moyo finished,
They nodded tersely, focusing on it as Moyo returned to his forge with a step, cracking his neck with a sigh, he needed someone stronger to duel with. As sad as he was to admit, they no longer posed a threat for him, masters that is, wondering to himself if he should invite Altair and the other masters into his realm. He paused at the thought, staring at the pieces of Aserite metal he was about to forge, mantle hammer in hand, and then he glanced at the entrance of his core realm, eyes furrowed.
A lot of things were happening, so many things at the same time that he was having a hard time keeping up with them all. There was the fact that he was the only one in recorded recent history to kill a lord of the abyss, not that the primordials who had been around when the prime lord had been killed would admit that Eses had perpetually ended the last one. There was also the fact that the forces of the archailect seemed to be splintering slowly and quietly, entire fleets disappearing back to their galaxies, leaving the fight for the entire universe a few warriors shorter.
The brigade was scrambling around like a headless chicken with the absence of Xerxes despite having Tania, the fabled protectors of the archailect no doubt spread thinly across the entire stars. The jades were doing their bests, deploying their elders along with their orders and clans, but Moyo wondered just what Lucirion himself was doing. The silence of the high lord of the jades was telling, and he could only hope the overpowered being was off protecting them in some ways he hadn’t understood yet.
Then there was also the imminent fracturing of the primordials and their factions, to be honest, according to what he had heard and seen, the fact that they could work together for so long had been unexpected and considered a once in a millennia event. No doubt they would go back to they petty squabbles for expansion, deploying their vassal ancients and rulers who would in turn deploy their emissaries and vassal diamonds or even independent masters who owed them one way or the other to take the fight to the planetary level.
The chain extended to squabbling experts who would no doubt seek to go higher than their stations, seeking to ascend, to advance along their paths,
But to what end?
All that lay at the end was death, Moyo had seen enough of diamonds, masters, rulers and even ancients die during this campaign to realize that it wasn’t worth it. The bloodthirsty climb to reach the top of the supposed pinnacle, it wasn’t worth all the bloodshed, and he wanted to stop it. He was one man however, a simple cog, albeit a stupendously large and powerful one, but the titan blade couldn’t be everywhere at the same bloody time.
He took a deep breath and began hammering, imagining the idea he had in his mind, that was why he needed the house, his people, those who had shed blood with him and knew the worth of lives, all lives. To be honest, he had grown tired of these aimless deaths, true, the forces of the abyss had to be stopped, countless billions would die should they spread away from the system they currently were in, that was a definite. Moyo hammered on, his aspect burning as a fire around him, he would get stronger, not because of some sick need to see those beneath him squabble for his attention or power,
No,
He would do it to do the one thing he had decided from day one, he would do it to protect all he could,
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DING!
He would do it to hold back the horrors of the eternal darkness that raged across the stars,
DING!
The Aserite began to take a silver sheen as he channeled aspect from Josh who stumbled, blinking rapidly hundreds of miles away. He bent his entire will into the metal, watching it take shape, taking a deep breath as he spoke again, his Ashe flowing from his lips as easily as water did,
“Protect, defend, shield, endure, strike down” he said,
His eyes swam as his aspect rushed out of him, pouring into the armor that glowed with his aspect and that of the mithril warden interwoven together into one powerhouse. Its presence weighed heavy on his forge and with another hit, its form began to manifest within his sight. In the heart of his core forge, where the aspect flames burned with a furious intensity, the Titan Blade, a master and pseudo primordial of unparalleled might, channeled his authority and will into the creation of a mythic armor. This masterpiece, that will be known throughout the future empire of house titan blade as “Ihamora Ashe”, the "Aegis of Authority," was forged to honor the valorous Josh Mithril Warden, the esteemed Valoris of the Shieldborne.
As the hammer struck the anvil with thunderous force, molten Aserite, the rarest of archailect metals, surged and flowed like liquid silver. The Titan Blade's very aspect infused the metal, binding his immense power and commanding presence into every inch of the armor. In that sacred forge, the Ihamora Ashe was brought to life, a testament to the Titan Blade's favor upon his devoted defender.
The mithril plates, expertly shaped and engraved, gleamed with a radiant sheen. Its surface bore the marks of valor as stated by the titan blade himself, etching the words of the unwavering loyalty and indomitable spirit of the mithril warden. As each piece of the armor took shape, the air crackled with an energy unparalleled, as if the very essence of Ashe itself was being harnessed within its mythic form.
At the heart of the breastplate, a shimmering emblem materialized, pulsating with aetheric light. The Titan Blade's sigil, a symbol of his dominion, radiated with raw power, infusing Ihamora Ashe with an impenetrable defense and a surge of the pseudo primordial’s aspect. This emblem was more than a mark; it was a conduit for the titan's indomitable will.
Upon the pauldrons, towering shields manifested, shimmering with aetheric energy as well. They served as a symbol of unwavering protection, able to conjure barriers of supernatural strength. When enemies sought to assail Josh Mithril Warden and his allies, these mystical shields would rise, unyielding and invincible, casting aside the onslaught of any foe.
The gauntlets, masterfully crafted, crackled with elemental power. With a clench of his fists, lightning would course through his veins, empowering his strikes with the fury of a tempest. And with a gesture, the very earth would quiver beneath his touch, unleashing devastating waves of force that sundered even the mightiest defenses.
The greaves, forged with the grace of a master forger, granted Josh unparalleled agility on the battlefield. Each step left trails of radiant energy, a testament to his unmatched swiftness. As he moved with supernatural speed, allies found themselves inspired, bolstered by the unyielding determination and unwavering resolve embodied within the Ihamora Ashe.
Finally, the helm, a visage of divine artistry, took shape. Crafted to resemble a raging warrior, it bore glowing eyes that pierced the darkness, granting Josh heightened perception and supernatural insight. Through this majestic helm, he could see the very threads of fate, anticipating his enemies' every move and orchestrating strategies with godlike precision.
When clad in the Mythic Ihamora Ashe, Josh Mithril Warden will stand as a paragon of the Shieldborne, a warrior blessed by the Titan Blade's favor. This mythical armor, born from his forge, embodied not only unmatched physical protection but also the indomitable spirit and immense power bestowed upon its wearer. As Josh would soon don the Aegis, would tremble in anticipation, for a new power was about to born in house titan blade.
With a loud boom, the armor was wrought into being, glowing brightly as it lit up like a beacon as well as the now reforged hammer of the Valoris. Where once, the hammer had been a bland weapon, a heavy wrought weapon infused with a single rune to crush, this was now crafted in pure Aserite, the rune of strength and crush fused into one, the weapon so stupidly heavy, that any ordinary diamond would be crushed under its sheer weight. Master would have a hard time taking even one swing with the weapon and their arms crushed from the impact.
However, to the Valoris, it would be as simple as wielding a feather, and when coupled with Ihamora Ashe, nothing below the rank of primordial would be getting past his master, Moyo had made sure of that. He felt the two presences of Josh and Idris land close to him, smiling as he turned to see the trance-like look in the gaze of Josh who stared at both armor and hammer,
“My weapon” he breathed,
“Jagun” Moyo replied,
“What?” Josh said, glancing at Moyo temporarily,
“I renamed the weapon, its full name is JagunJagun, but that’s a mouthful, so just call it Jagun” he replied,
Josh stretched one hand to the hammer, pausing and glancing again at Moyo,
“it’s yours, call it” Moyo said,
“Both of them” he whispered,
Josh’s gaze became steel, his willpower honed due to the countless trials he had faced within the realm of the titan, the weight of power he had been placed under had put his willpower and authority through the crucible,
“COME” He commanded,
Ihamora Ashe and Jagun both responded, the former settling on his body and the latter firmly gripped in his hands. Josh cried to the golden lit skies, burning with power as Moyo crossed his arms, feeling the spiritual form of the mithril warden take shape again, now remade in purple and gold, a gold Moyo knew within himself came from the prime aspect that shone above them. When it came down, Josh seemed to had added an inch or two, eyes burning with power.
He turned to Moyo, falling to one knee,
“Lord titan blade” he started,
Moyo waved his hand dismissively,
“None of that, tell me, what do you see?, what do you feel?” he asked,
“I feel the wrath of the titan at my beckoning, I see the countless foes who would break upon my hammer should they come for you. This I swear to you lord, I will be the gate, the wall that your enemies crash on, your blade will ring through across the archailect, slaying only those worthy to feel its bite” he said,
Moyo nodded calmly, turning his gaze to Idris who stared at Josh with pride, finally, the mithril warden would be able to cast of his fear to live up to the expectation of the Geb hand,
“Idris, to you, I give these two weapons” he started,
“Both of the arcane ranks, you want to be my spear, to take my fights to those who would consider themselves my enemy?” he asked,
Idris went down to one knee,
“Indeed, lord titan blade” he replied,
“Then Obalọkẹ and Agbala Agbaye are yours to use from this day on, to be added into the arsenal of the champions of the titan” he said,
Obalọkẹ and Agbala Agbaye manifested, the spear a thing of beautiful craftsmanship, its purple-colored blade with glowing gold around it hummed with power, purple runes adorned its body and the spear itself seemed to push into reality, as if attempting to puncture it. Agbala Agbaye on the other hand was a solid work of Aserite, its very black and purple colored metal while light for the champion the titan weighed enough to crush master ranked monsters should it fall on them.
Idris lifted both, taking a deep breath, drawing back his arm gripping the spear, and with one thrust, putting all of his strength, three thousand worth of it into the strike and watched as a lance of power shot towards the mountain the titan had been before. Nothing remained of it again, simple dust rained down into the ocean of aspect, Idris and Josh staring in awe at the power it wielded. Moyo spoke,
“you effectively wield my strength now, the power of a soon to be primordial, channelled into those weapons, you are effectively me in battles to come, show them what house titan blade can do” Moyo said,
Both ascenders bowed to him, eyes roaming around their newly gifted weapons and armor, and Moyo, the titan blade, turned his gaze to the entrance of his realm,
“it’s time” he said,
“we’ve arrived?” Idris asked,
“indeed” Moyo replied.