"Heya folks! Have you ever wondered about the magic that you see everyday?
Do you want to know how to harness this energy latent within all of us? Except for the lesser ones of course...
Or maybe you're more of the scholarly type! Looking for the origins of the arcane arts as you obsess over every scroll and tome...
Well you're in luck! That's what this tape is designed to do!
My name is Phin and I'll be your guide to magic!
Magic, described as a 'latent energy within all of us', is not really a tangible thing! Heck, it's not even energy! (wow!)
Magic is magic, plain and simple, and any efforts in trying to explain or rationalize it has always ended in failure!
For as long as we humans have recorded down our history, magic has always been by our side... (wow!)
With the oldest mention of it being a poem written by an unknown magic-user some hundred thousand years ago... (wow!)
This poem, or rather a copy of the written text as the original has been destroyed by magic related mishaps, now resides within Jest's public library on the highest floor!
Some lesser people would call the things we do with magic as 'spells' or 'wizardry' which is wholly incorrect, of course!
These same lesser people would be the ones who can't do what we do, so what authority do they have, really?
Now, we can't talk about magic without talking about our world now can we?
One of the most popular locations for magic-users to visit would be the continent of Morya! Home of the 'magic capital' of the world, Jest!
*By the time this tape is recorded, the validity of Jest's title is currently being disputed. -Editors
Jest is one of, if not the largest city in the world! With its territory being that of ninety-eight percent of Morya's landmass! (wow!)
It is home to many of magic's greatest history and achievements!
Speaking of magic, many might wonder how it works! Well, have I got the answer for you...
...
Who knows!
Many magic-users seems to think that magic should stay purposefully obscure and mysterious! As such, not much progress have been made in discovering what it actually is!
But what we do know is that magic allows us to do great things entirely on our own! From manipulating the elements to much harder and abstract concepts like emotions or feelings!
There are hundreds upon hundreds of magics out there, all developed by great magic-users and their equally great writings detailing said magics! (wow!)
These magics can also be combined and used in tandem with one another! Allowing for great flexibility in usages and new techniques being made every day!
So! With all that's said and done, I bid you a farewell!"
The tape slid out of the deck and clattered onto the ground. The deck was hooked up to an old CRT television, the screen was cracked and the surface was dusty with faint hand markings along the sides of the TV. Faint breathing can be heard as silence permeates throughout the room... wait that's mine, shit. Things truly have gone from bad to worse, one moment I was walking the street and the next I'm hiding in a derelict shopping mall, hiding underneath one of the shelves as I wait out the battlefield happening right outside. The tape clattering on the ground might've attracted some unwanted attention though, so I wondered if getting it in the first place was a good idea.
Since waiting in the mall was dreadfully boring, I silently crawled out under the counter and wandered around the mall a bit, before finding a video store with the doors still unlocked. I carefully sneaked my way into the store, using the sound of explosions to my advantage, I entered the store. I then dug through the bargain bin of the store for any fun tapes that might be there, but the search yielded nothing but some broken tapes and poorly rated B-movies, the latter of which I stowed for later viewing. Perusing through the shelves, I do eventually found something that caught my eye, a colorful tape adorned with various stickers, the words "Phin's very short guide to magic" were written on it.
I ran over to the electronics store, spent some time finding and plugging in a tape recorder to a TV nearby, and watched the first half of the tape before a loud boom echoed throughout the mall. Scared shitless, I shifted some of the TVs on the shelves and hid behind a couple of them, praying that the only light source in the mall, being that of the TV, didn't give away my position to any passerby. The first half of the tape was just mindless drivel, the titular Phin didn't even show up until after what I could only describe as audiovisual vomit. So now here I am, the tape fully expended, with it being pushed out automatically and falling loudly to the floor, great first impression of Jest so far.
Still though, waiting and hiding behind a row of large TVs was not the welcome I expected of the magic-capital of the world. After lying there for god knows how long, I prepared to push the TVs aside and get out of the mall entirely, that was before an explosion, quite loudly I might add, reverberated throughout the mall again, this time vibrating the TVs and the shelf I'm hiding in violently. Someone then crashed through the store's windows. I don't know how far they flew before hitting the window, but I know damn well that I didn't hear no footsteps nearby, so it must be pretty damn far. This person, a woman from what I could gathered, pushed herself from the broken shelf, letting some of the shattered TV screens' glass shards fall to the ground, conveniently enough, the tape was kicked over to my location.
I slowed down my breathing as I watched the woman wipe the dust away from her bomber jacket, unzipped to show the graphic tank top she wore underneath. Her face was twisted into a scowl as she threw back her ponytail and glared at whoever or whatever launched her here. Suffice to say, I am now deathly afraid for my life. If someone can be thrown through a window at a high enough velocity to create a dent into the shelf and shatter all of the TVs and still be relatively fine, then I worry about whoever or whatever did that. This worry was perfectly founded as another person dove through the store and tackled the woman back into the shelf, this time breaking the wall and creating an opening to the store next to this one.
I kept myself stock still as I listened to the fight, all I heard was the shattering of glass before another explosion, this time close enough to light up my hiding spot in a bright orange flash, rocked throughout the store. The woman came flying right back through the opening and crashing into another set of windows, shattering it instantly. I could vaguely see faint wisps of smoke coming from her body, her jacket now caked in what I could only assume as ash or soot. In her hands was a large hammer, covered and dripping in blood.
"Argh! You piece of shit!" A male voice broke through the silence, making the woman jolt upright as she got into a fighting stance, "that fucking hurt!"
I peered through the cracks of the, thankfully, not broken TVs to find a face for the voice. What I saw was a man, fairly young and wearing a black dress shirt, although it looked more maroon now since blood covered every surface of it. The man was holding the left side of his face, which had blood leaking out from it, covering half of his face in slick crimson as the blood flowed down and dripped from his chin to his shirt. Looking back at the hammer being held by the woman, I saw that only the sharp end had any blood on it, meaning that she probably stabbed him with the hammer. To be honest, that sounded pretty hardcore.
"You're gonna fucking pay for that!" The man screeched as he held out an open palm before a torrent of fire came spewing out of it, the fire also engulfed his arm, creating a second layer flame that obscured his skin, "DIE!"
The woman said nothing before dashing forwards, the hammer flipped around so that the sharp end was pointed at the man. She ducked and weaved through the beam of fire, before swinging at the man's fire-engulfed arm. The hammer snapped into two as the man recoiled back in pain, his other hand still holding his face as his flame arm shook and sputtered, extinguishing completely as the beam of fire ceased. The woman held up the remaining half of the hammer, being that of the wooden handle, and swung it at the man. To my surprise, a completely new hammer head immediately reformed right before impact, a gruesome thunk echoed out from the his as the man stumbled back from pain. The woman did not let up the attack however, as she swung the hammer with reckless abandon, each swing connect as the blunt end made bruises and shattered the man's bones while the sharp end cut into his skin. I looked to where the other hammer half was after it broke off, to see if whether or not it disappeared as a result of the woman's quick repair only to find it still laying on the ground.
The man growled before dodging a hammer swing and grabbing the woman's arm with his free one, he then reignited the arm, burning his hand into the woman's forearm. The woman grunted before dropping the hammer and grabbing it with her free arm, attempting another swing. The man seemed to have expected this though, as he leaned back to narrowly avoid a hammer to the face. He then used his other arm, now no longer clutching half of his face, to grab the hammer and set fire to it, burning the wooden handle to nothing while the hammer head fell, darkened from the intense heat. The woman kicked the man's legs out from under him, freeing one of her arm from his flaming one as she grabbed the hammer head. She then swung the hammer head down, the wooden handle somehow reforming around the head as she embedded the sharp side into the man's head.
Now with a hammer sticking out the side of his head, the man screamed before lighting his entire body on fire, or rather detonating his body as it burst into flames rather explosively, the heat instantly disintegrating the hammer as he writhed around, clutching the hole in his head and the wound on his face. The shockwave of the blasted the woman back somewhat, and the explosion shattered some more TVs around him, thankfully, the blast only vibrated my hiding spot a bit. The man kicked and screamed loudly as the fire around his body slowly dies out. He quickly scrambled back and ran out of the store, his body still somewhat smoldering as ash and embers fell from his skin, the woman quickly gave chase, grabbing the hammer half on the ground and quickly reforming the wooden handle to use as a weapon, seeing as how effective it was at dispatching the flaming man.
That was intense, I should definitely get the hell out of here now lest I want to be reduced to a red stain on the ground. I'll just push the TVs out and then I'll be home free-
A skeleton drops down from the roof, somehow not shattering itself from what I can assume is a pretty high fall. Then it pushed itself upwards to a standing position, before its jaw unhinges and words come out of its mouth despite it not having vocal cords. All in all, freaky but it might not pose as much danger to me as the fire guy or the repair woman. The skeleton just looked like a skeleton, like one of those model ones you see in classrooms, if it's sentient then does it know that its naked? Was it naked in first place? Do skeletons need to wear pants or is that just a skin thing?
"Kekeke! I know you're there!" the skeleton spoke, its voice was shrill, strangely high pitched, and had a weird inflection to it, "I am communicating with you skelepathically! That's how I communicate with people without my voice flesh!"
Maybe it's speaking to someone else? If I just keep quiet will it go away? The voice sounds male enough, but do skeletons have distinct genders? I mean there are male and female skeletons but this one looks too mundane and uniform for me to differentiate the difference, can it even hear me? Does it hear my thoughts?
"Yes." Looks like it does.
Not wanting to keep the skeleton waiting, I crawled out of my hiding space and stared at its hollow eyes, "Wow! You look a lot more pathetic than I thought!" Rude, "and I do think by the way, even without my head flesh! Anyways, what are you doing here?"
This will be my first contact with something not overtly human, "I was hiding."
"Hiding? Why would you hide?" the skeleton repeatedly open and closes its mouth, creating a clacking noise, is it laughing at me? "Yes." Looks like it is.
"You can read my thoughts?" it nodded, "do you have like... telepathy magic or something?"
"Telepathy? Ha!" it clacked its mouth again, "not something so normal... no what I use is something infinitely more interesting! It is skelepathy!"
"Skelepathy." I repeated, it nodded vigorously, "how are you walking around right now? Are you like a new race?"
"No, not really," it shook its head, or was it spinning its skull around its spine? "I was a failed bring-dead-back-to-life-mancy experiment! The magic-man that made me forgot the flesh!"
"How long ago was that? Since you look like you have a pretty good grasp on moving around like a human."
"I dunno and I don't care!" it cackled, "the flesh men who roam the streets, y'know, like you, treat me well enough! Kekeke! I just have to explain myself sometimes!"
"Why did you just fall from the roof?" I look up at the hole, sunlight breaking through the clouds to light up the destroyed electronics store.
"I was fighting a flesh man, like you, and I pulled his big bone out!" it said, way more cheerfully than I would've liked.
"Big bone?"
"Yes! The biggest bone in your body is the bone matrix, where all the smaller bones come together to form the general flesh person shape!" It was talking about a skeleton, like the thing in my body right now.
"You- you ripped out the whole thing?"
"Indeedly! I ripped out the whole thing."
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"I thought your power was skelepathy?" Maybe it was strong enough to do that physically? There's no way it can do things like this with magic-
"Not just skelepathy! I'm also very good at doing things skelekinetically!" Never mind.
"So... are you going to rip my skeleton out too?" why did I say that, "not like I want you to or anything... please don't."
"Don't worry! You're no threat to me anyways." the skeleton cackled again, "the one who brought me back called me Eskel, shake hands!"
I shook hands with a skeleton, "nice motion!" it then yanked its hand away, "I'll be going now! Kekeke!"
It then raised both hands in the air, "SKELEPORTATION!" Eskel screamed before turning into a pile of bones.
Today was a very strange day indeed. I shook my head as I looked at the pile of bones, hoping that whatever I just saw was a simply an illusion and I'm currently lying on the ground half-dead right now but nope apparently, everything I just saw, witnessed, and felt was real. Who knew skeletons could be so lively? One could even say that he was more alive than me, and he's a skeleton! Taking whatever just happened as my cue to leave, I stepped over the pile of bones and walked out of the mall, only to be confronted by a quite familiar sight.
The woman from before was standing over the man on fire from earlier, or rather what's left of him, seeing as how his head was basically a pile of mush on the pavement. I winced before looking at the woman, in her hand was the same hammer from before also, this time it was caked in blood, and so was she. It was pretty easy to connect the dots on what happened here. I just stood there, staring at the woman covered in blood as she let out a sight before walking away, never once indicating that she saw me in any way, and I'd prefer to keep it that way, seeing as how I stood there frozen, never once opening my mouth or even saying a word before I am perfectly positive that she's out of my line of sight.
She eventually disappeared after turning a corner. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in before walking forwards to the man on the ground. He's dead, definitely dead, no person can survive having their head caved in like a watermelon, not even magic-users. I sighed exasperatedly, this definitely wasn't the introduction I had expected when I stepped off of that boat into Jest. The brochures and websites did mention that Jest could be dangerous to tourists and visitors, but never to this degree or caliber, because the moment I stepped off of that boat it blew up. So did the dock I was standing on, leading to me swimming back to shore only to be faced with fire and explosions happening constantly. Fire erupting from places in the city periodically as I hauled ass across the battlefield to the mall.
Guess I finally found the sources of those flame geysers. I walked around the corpse and back into the city, the action's long since died down by now, night is drawing closer and sun is just about set. So hurriedly, I ran towards the nearest hotel, paid the receptionist as quickly as possible, and entered my room unimpeded as I practically collapsed onto the, quite soft to be honest, bed. What a day huh? In my haste to get away from the battle zone, I had unintentionally ran through two streets without stopping, but that's good, the farther I am from whatever happened there, the better.
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Meanwhile, somewhere quite far away...
A man rose from the ground, he sat up atop a large hill, his eyes were unfocused as he stared at a city's skyline.
"AH!" he screamed, the color returning to his eyes, "WHY GOD?! WHY!!"
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I jolt awake as a beam of sunlight hits my eye. It was not a restful sleep, as my dreams were invaded by Eskel and his collection of bone magics. Even in the realm of my subconscious, that damn skeleton follows me. I guess that says something about it, because just from an incredibly quick interaction, Eskel has established itself a foothold within my mind, much to my chagrin. Well, no matter, I bet that I won't be seeing that skeleton again for a month at least. I got out of bed and got dressed, now it's time to go outside into the city without the fear of being decimated by some stray magic blast. Before I went though, I turned the TV on to see if there are any news about what happened last night, lo and behold, there were.
"Moving on from that, reports of a large fight near eighth street has been confirmed as another magic-related scuffle broke out between esteemed librarian Manniemaru and candle shop owner Ignacio. The scuffle lasted for twenty-eight hours, and ended with Ignacio's untimely death. Now onto Katie Mulligan, at the scene of the fight."
"Yes thank you Tom, I'm here at the now recently abandoned Trinity Mall where the fight reportedly took place. The red stain next to me has been confirmed to be what remained of Ignacio's head, a shame really, he was quite the looker when he was still alive. Anyways, witness reports states that Ignacio screamed something unintelligible before flying away with his flames, witnesses also states that Manniemaru knew what Ignacio was screaming about, which led to her chasing him. Back to you, Tom."
"Truly fascinating this case is. To think that such an unassuming librarian who's only well-versed in separation and repair magic could be so deadly. This is Thomas J. Rourke, and you're watching MNN."
So the two people that I saw beating each other to death were a librarian and a candle shop owner respectively. Who knew that people holding such mundane jobs could be so brutal in their fighting. Seeing as how I am completely out of my depth here in this city, I'll be avoiding libraries and candle shops from now on. I put on my coat and walked out of the hotel, the streets were bustling, a little too crowded and cheerful for what happened yesterday. You'd think that a fight to the death that took place over twenty-eight hours would have some impact on the common man, but no, apparently everything went back to normal within a day I supposed. Must be a magic thing.
I walked by crowds of people, sometimes catching glimpses of conversations they have, people who knew Ignacio just sounds disappointed rather than sad, talking about how it was a 'shame that he died' and even that he 'should've expected this to happen at some point'. Has the magic-using community been so numb to the prospect of death and murder that they brush off every incident as if it were a minor inconvenience? Maybe, maybe not. But I see a lot more people sighing and shaking their heads in disappointment than crying and mourning the death of who I could assume as a pretty renown person, seeing as how almost everyone here knew who Ignacio was, personal or otherwise.
I wandered around the streets a bit, eventually moving towards eighth street where the fight took place, I had already passed by the Trinity Mall but there were already construction workers tearing the mall apart. Arriving at eighth street, I saw that some houses, street sights, and even road have large scorch marks on them, clearly made by Ignacio. It seems like people here were more appreciative of Manniemaru dispatching the candle shop owner than the people back at sixth street, who seemed to have more of a connection with Ignacio. Maybe the people here were just bitter at Ignacio for torching their street, or maybe Manniemaru was some kind of local celebrity here, who knows?
One thing's for certain though, those scorch marks won't come off that easily.
"Hey, watch it," someone said, knocking me out of my stupor, looking around, I saw that I had already wandered farther than I intended to, realizing my mistake, I turned back around and began my trek through the streets and back to my hotel. That's what supposed to happen, what actually happened is that I stepped into an open manhole cover just seconds after I turned around, and instead of falling to my demise and dying at the bottom of the sewer, I was suddenly teleported to... somewhere. There were shelves everywhere, books stacked atop one another and layered in rows along the shelves. Stacks upon stacks of paper threatening to fall on top of me, there was also a- wait shit I'm in a library.
Fortunately there was a window in the room, looking outside I saw that I was still in the same street, I could even mark out the spot where I turned around earlier. Unfortunately, the window had no mechanism that allowed it to open, and I'd rather not accrue another 'destruction of property' charge. Despite being obsessed with lawyers and law, Jest had a pretty shitty justice system. Besides, the window was tempered, and I'm pretty damn sure that none of the books in this room is hard enough to break tempered glass... why did a library require tempered glass windows in the first place anyways?
I wandered around the room a bit before finding a door, I sighed in relief as my hand hovered over the doorknob, I was about to twist it and be done with this place but then I heard something coming from the other side, it was faint but I can make out some words. I pressed my ears to the wooden door and listened.
"I'll fucking show you five minutes late you--!" the wall next to the door caved in and in came the librarian from yesterday, Manniemaru, I think her name was.
She grunted as she pushed away the rubble, glancing at me for a second before looking back... before looking at me again in a double take, "Hey wait a minute, I know you-" her words were cut off as whoever just knocked her in here slammed into her again, this time breaking the window and taking the fight outside.
"You fucking bitch! I ran two red lights to return this damn book and you're hitting me with a late fee?!" The voice sounded high pitched enough to be identifiable as female, other than that there were no distinguishing features, seeing as how she was covered head to toe in blocky plate armor, even the helmet looked like a bucket to boot, a really large bucket, with a slit acting as the eye holes for her to see through. It looked very cumbersome, but she moved around in it as if it weren't there at all. The armored woman straddled Manniemaru and began punching down, with each impact sounding like a metal pan hitting another metal pan, it was quite comical, if not for the spittle of blood flying every so often.
The armored woman was about to go for another punch before being kicked away by Manniemaru, who jumped back up and got into a fighting position. The armored one however, slid quite a far distance before stopping, she stumbled a bit but no meaningful damage was done. Must be because of the armor, "it was five fucking minutes!!!" she screeched before dashing forwards, her greaves and armor unnaturally sliding on the asphalt as if they were ice. Very, very slippery ice.
Seeing as how the two were now engaged in mortal combat, I clambered out of the room using the broken window, watching out for any stray shards of glass. After climbing out of the library, I prepared to get my ass out of here, maybe hide in another mall again seeing as how this is an almost identical repeat of what happened last time with Ignacio. The armored woman threw something at Manniemaru, she caught it but this split second of distraction allowed the armored woman to clothesline the librarian quite brutally, knocking her into a store nearby. Manniemaru crashed through the glass door into the printer store.
The implications of a printer store with photocopiers being right next to a library is not that interesting once you realize that fights to the death happen on the daily here in this city. Seizing my time to escape, I hauled ass right out of the street, looking to run right back to my hotel. Looks like I'll be sleeping early today.
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I groaned as I pushed myself off of the glass door frame. I didn't hurt that much to be honest, but it's still very annoying. That slag in the armor walked into the store as if she owned the place, her armor obscuring every part of her body, even her face, making it a lot harder to know how she's feeling right now. Well, it would be hard if she weren't incredibly vocal about it. Speaking of, who was that guy that was in my storage area? He looked familiar enough, but I couldn't get a good look at him on account of being flung through two walls at once.
Eh, no matter, I'll just track him down later for questioning, there were things in that storage unit that no one's supposed to know about, and gods help him if he stumbled across one in there.
"Are you done ruminating yet you twat?" the armored bitch spat out, "you regretting giving me that fee yet? 'Cause I'm about to make you regret it."
I work better when I know what my opponent's magic is, unfortunately however, the armored one has been using it very sparingly, only once or twice in our fight out in the street. She moved around in that armor as if it weighed nothing, interesting...
But there's no time to think now, as the woman rushed towards me again, unnaturally fast for such bulky armor, she swung her arm at me, fast, but not fast enough. Ducking under the arm, I slammed my fist into her torso, denting the armor a bit as she recoiled from the impact. I was about to go in for another hit, before I feel something grabbing the back of my head and slamming me into one of the photocopiers. Turns out, the armored bitch grabbed the back of my head while she got hit, resourceful, might I saw impressive, but I'd be lying if I said I weren't pissed off.
The armored one raised a fist, ready to drive it right into my skull, I hooked my fingers around the helmet's slit and flipped our positions, pushing it into the crook of the printer and slamming the lid on top of her. The lid bulged as I slammed it down, funnily enough, the machine activates as light scanned the helmet and papers start to be pushed out. The woman growled as she lifted her head upwards, causing the lid to detach and fly off.
"You- did you just- you'll fucking pay for that!" the armored woman dashed at me again, seeming like she has lost all sense and reason from before. I backed away from the speeding hunk of metal and stepped to the side, where instead of crashing into the printers and walls like I expected, the woman grabbed the printer, hauled it above her head, and chucked it at me. The sight of a printer flying towards you at dangerous speeds is a sight that I thought I'd never see, but here we are. It flew too fast for me to dodge, so I crossed my arms in front of me and tried to 'roll with the punches' so to speak. The feeling of being thrown halfway across a room by means of a flying printer is unpleasant at most.
It would've been unpleasant, but my separation magic has cut things larger. The printer split into two, unlike cutting, separating works differently. Instead of turning an object into two halves, separation magic turns an object into two half-objects, with each half being an object on its own, that means that it can exist on its own... Putting it into words makes me realize how utterly nonsensical the world of magic really is, but no one questions it, so why should I, a librarian, do it also? Exactly.
I should probably get back to fighting now.
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Meanwhile, in the infinite void of eternity...
The Chancemaker stuttered as a dice rolled the other way. In the infinite void of eternity, the concept of chance and luck exists tangibly as a physical thing, a dice, dictated by the Chancemaker. The dices roll uniformly, all together, as one, landing on different faces and sides, infinitely random. The chances of something different happening is low but never zero, improbable but not impossible. The Chancemaker stuttered again, this time a second dice rolled the other way, and it kept stuttering, more dices rolling the opposite way.
The power of chance and luck dictates the cycle of consciousness that the mortals who find themselves living down in the Created Realm refer to as 'reincarnation'. Semantics, the whirlwind of conscious energy swirled around a singular point, a light in the infinite darkness that illuminated nothing. Something then reached out, a consciousness, a familiar one to the Chancemaker, a fragment of it that was once long gone now clawing and pushing its way out of the mindpool. The whirlwind of energy stopped for a second as a bright light shot out through the void, a streak of powerful energy flying directly towards the Created Realm.
The Chancemaker saw this, and a dice rolled. The energy then curved, and diverted towards the Light Sphere that the Created Realm resides just close by. The Chancemaker hums as it returned to its dice field, there are more chances to dictate, more results to sift through, and more causes to predict. The Chancemaker knew that no fragment of it could ever reach the Created Realm, or else the other ones who share its void might not be thrilled by the prospect.
Then again, it could always use the excuse that 'despite being the epicenter for all things chance and probability, there are some things that even it can't control, such is the nature of chance'.
It hummed to itself, and stuttered again.
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At the same time, in a coronal hole on the sun's surface...
Eyes open to a bright orange world of pain. Consciousness returning to my long dead body as it reformed using the light all around me.
Solar winds blast high amounts of radiation towards me. Unlike the Created Realm, the Light Sphere had no terrain, only the super-heated plasma beneath me. Any lesser man would've been atomized if they were in my position, but I am no mere lesser man. A being of such divinity such as I would have no trouble traversing the Light Sphere, no matter how hot, nor how treacherous. Towering loops of solar filaments arched above, creating a half-ring around where I'm standing, plasma broke off of these loops, ejecting themselves outwards towards the infinite void of eternity, never reaching the Created Realm. Some plasma never reach the void, rather falling back down, creating solar rains that pepper my skin with heated plasma.
I walked atop the surface of the Light Sphere, my feet physically touching the energy beneath me and pushing me forwards. A fragment, how idiotic, that damned Chancemaker could never strive to be something like me. A god watches their subjects from afar, a superior being will interact with their subjects, and subsequently conquer them to remake the world in their own image. Was it my luck that blessed me with powers unimaginable? Or was it the blessing given to me by that blasted Chancemaker that allowed this? It was me, obviously, unequivocally me.
I looked up, up at the Created Realm as spicules of solar energy danced across the 'sky' of the light sphere. I then looked beyond, at the void, through the eternity, and at the Chancemaker.
Its plan at stopping me from reaching the Created Realm worked for a while, but I'll find my way back, one way or another.
So I raised my hands, towards the center of my torso, atop my sternum, a blast of energy. If convenient for me, I'll be back at the Created Realm before that blasted thing can stop me.
Dropping the condensed ball of energy onto the photosphere, I looked at the Created Realm and hummed. Consider this their warning of things to come.
The Light Sphere was quite interesting though, maybe I'll explore this place a bit before returning to the Created Realm.
And after I'm done with that, I'm coming for them next.
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Meanwhile, in a certain area in the Created Realm...
"Breaking News! The largest Mass Coronal Ejection has been spotted for the first time since The Battle of the 21st! And that was a century-and-a-half ago! Normally this would utterly decimate any electronic devices or technology that we have on Jest, but thankfully magic has a way to safeguard this. Thanks a lot magic!"