In Sector 45, Ip'ur Mountain remained unchanged in its appearance or problems. Without any new great visitors, Razmund had yet to come, and there was some shame in that. For those coming deep underground, or at a weird party deeper, there was some decency and impacience.
In the Ip'ur City, a range of gangs, companies, and miners were making their moves, scrambling for information, tools, weapons, or old or new alliances. Hunters widened their scope because that wasn't against any rules.
Mindarch accepted them, while Levandis never stated anything. Rataratan was the same; he let this mess run its course. Some hoped to get more information about Bagus, whose sole disappearance into the mines ended as a main event for most Hunters. It was as Murai and Lisa predicted; they aimed at Bagus, rather than the unknown little charades that suddenly disappeared.
Thus, many dangerous groups were teaming up and reaching into the various underground openings.
Hundreds of new or old Hunters entered it in just a few hours that had passed since Bagus entered Entrance Five. Deep underground, in various dark shafts, mines, and caves that stretched far like tree branches, the journey of a strange team was going deeper and not one bit simpler.
It was relative, of course, thanks to the constant moves Lisa was driving with her mind or a little finger, guiding Itrosh who held a bunch of maps in her grasp. Mines were like a net of dozens of large cities, making shafts big and putting them into systematic schemes and links.
Murai held this journey like his mind, while his legs hadn't flinched or moved in hours. He had a fine mount in Bagus, who hadn't complained about this journey as much as Itrosh, who questioned how many turns would come, or how many crazy Hunters were soon to arrive. It wasn't about how, or why, but when.
Lisa argued that whoever could come, they were fine to lose themselves, or they would have to get to work. Either fleeting or meeting their demise in these tight and limiting corridors, Lisa gestured to a solid plan that Itrosh shouldn't mind more than what was above those mines.
Bagus had no issues with that point. Even after revealing his former slave status, he began to thread around with lighter steps. It took him by surprise, though when he felt those mines again, and even if he was large, he didn't think he would lose.
He was fitting just right to unleash his wrath without giving anyone a chance to dodge, while there were mining shafts of bigger proportions depending on where they were coming.
But still, this location was a double-edged sword. If someone powerful came, hiding was more difficult, and Bagus and Itrosh should have some concerns about that.
Lisa planned to disregard these fools by going deeper or into dangerous locations. She pointed to many deep sections of the mines that had no more Ultra Materium, so perhaps fewer Hunters would dare to go there. When she recalled Beast Masters, perhaps that was a naive thought.
She kept thinking about potential places for a portal, with enough background, importance, and space. It needed to be bigger than some average shaft, or potentially remote, hidden, or abnormal to some degree. Maps should suffice, yet there were a lot of them. Itrosh's hands proved their worth while Lisa floated right beside her and Murai.
Some paths were clear, others were harsh in appeal, Ultra Materium, and structure.
Mines shouldn't have a portal. That was the first idea that Lisa believed no matter what, but... what if? Perhaps this one didn't depend on how most portals worked or were constructed all of these years ago. Lisa got her ideas from history and throughout complimenting research of Lookish and Foolisch.
Ip'ur Mountain was exceptionally ancient as one of the first mining locations in this Gate. Starting shafts went into the ground at an angle or straight down depending on the entrance.
Then, many side shafts turned the mines into a steady image of hundreds of levels. Those went for almost two dozen kilometers deep, which was quite some distance when one considered where this Gate was and how difficult the underground was.
A portal could be around the lowest points or on the ground level, constructed in a cave, mining shaft, a city, or some location that went a while back to the construction of the first shafts.
That was at least the norm in most of the mountains, with some having portals very clear than others. Underground was rarer. At least for what Lisa assumed, which was bullshit because of this shitty mountain.
In any case, Lisa was losing time and discovered way too many potential spots. Entrances varied, and what she was looking for might not adhere to any of the known rules. A master or some treasure of the Chaos Space would help, but it was too bad; she had nothing of that sort apart from Murai's Token and its limited range.
Unlike him, who had his Helpers on point, her mind wasn't as steady as their journey. Their target could be anywhere close to the deep entrances, or not at all.
None of them knew about Ceila, nor did they know that Razmund was approaching them faster than ever, deducing that the chances and his abysmal starting choices were blunders and his fault.
If he had moved against Murai sooner, he would've gotten him by now. At least intercepting him, leaving him for later plans—or anything—would've worked better than wasting time with Ozeki's information gathering, getting hold of himself, or thinking of overreaching plans or this Gate. Hunt was taking its damned time anyway, and if he wanted to, claiming his prize wouldn't be that wrong.
Back then, not making that choice wasn't a terrible alternative. Razmund was fearful of the consequences of Voice losing effectiveness. What if some questionable figures would move against him of all famous figures? Many should detest him and killing him would be outright blissful and similar to finding a massive treasure bag.
That was part of the reason why he employed Ozeki as his Helper as his most promising move, and tested the waters by proclaiming his stakes straight out of the Helltrim City Castle.
It worked out in the end, leaving him with fewer choices of going forward because Ozeki meant trouble, and time changed. He observed his target from a distance, discovered Lost Brothers, and almost nothing about that duck. It was both weird and good, but Ozeki seemed interested and talkative, so Razmund got some ideas out of him.
Lacking information and worries created a changed situation, going up to the current reality, where all Sides were coming together.
He shouldn't have listened, not wasted time with Ozeki too much. His force did help; but not enough in his bid for time, recovery, and more suitable chances. And without any Ceila to be a bother, or Radiant Paladins in sight, not moving earlier was a regretful choice.
Razmund didn't even know how much of a blunder he made because of his current focus. It was a gamble to go against Murai and his team, which might not be any better or worse than he and Ozeki. It would suffice in the open Hellscape.
Mines might be an issue for an army or too mighty figures, yet, it was something that Razmund was yet to know. A deep nonsense was there, hiding in the Ip'ur Mountain where his target vanished.
Too late. Ozeki was spent, so Razmund went ahead without much of a strategy, as they either fled his mind or he wasn't very good at them, regardless of how much he grew, or how much Uzbek taught him. Never was he so perplexed by the surrounding implications and godly problems, while other ones were soon to come.
Mistakes followed those unprepared, overconfident, or simply wrong as a whole.
Razmund wasn't wrong. He was strong enough to disregard some issues and not weak enough to be wrong. It was confidence and power.
Yet when the weight of some issues was far too large, followed by his own Side and things he knew or didn't want to acknowledge, things got messy.
Going through many sections of the underground cave systems didn't sound any better, yet time was getting nigh, and the journey wasn't all too bad. Murai took this rare instance of calmness for yet another training, for they might be here for a day or two, or even longer. He kept his mind sharp in any case, but with trustworthy teammates, he had his faith in good hands.
He kept Shaping mana over himself, right when Bagus walked through a wide dark shaft that went deeper into the darkness.
Itrosh was walking aside from him, saying that she couldn't be sitting on him all the time. She held her maps and wondered if they or Lisa were right. Frankly, she was a better guide than Itrosh for obvious clever and planning reasons.
Murai kept his Heavenly Shaping training in mind, and in this area with large-scale mana empowerment and recovery, his attempts were quite good and not all that difficult and filled with setbacks. How many human forces would kill for such an elevated, albeit dangerous wide-scale mana empowerment? How would a city or a nation feel when a Hell possessed this?
Well, it wasn't that hard to imagine it was a great advantage and a small curse. There were similar and even better and mysterious places with advanced types of empowered mana.
For now, Murai held passable efficiency in Heavenly Shaping according to Pillage, whom he visited more than once in a day. It was one thing that was possible when moving and not fearing for his skin or heat. He would just remain unmoving like a broken doll when his Will was inside the Heavenly Shaping Manual. That was it.
These times amounted to many days' worth of training inside that mysterious space that showed and helped his development. His proficiency in Sharpblade grew very quickly, shocking Pillage, who thought his Blades were better than any Child he had ever taught. No matter the race! No matter the species!
That didn't amount to everything, of course. Pillage wasn't some all-knowing figure, and there was always a mountain behind another. Murai knew some races and talents would eclipse his options, growing and focusing on one singular attachment and gradual, if not perverse focus. Those called maniacs and lunatics were masters without being one, and a sword or any technique or magic could create them.
But if one wanted to be one to call their shots or Fate, one thing wasn't enough. It went without saying that Murai's focus was spread, thanks to Heavenly Shaping and influences that seemed linked and flowing much better. His unkempt Beast Core was growing naturally in its stability, although without any Mana Essences or obvious technique in sight.
Mana Replenishment did its bidding, and it wasn't very far from a natural breakage, becoming Medium Success Initialization Core. Murai didn't like that too much because he preferred the way of Core Defying Fusion Technique. Then, apart from working with his Elements besides Sharpness, he was busy and extremely satisfied with Pillage's legacy.
Flame and Water showed countless flexible ideas, even if they were polar opposites. Fusing them into other spells, or making use of his knowledge, was possible. Then he had his Insta Cast or Surges which were like stepping stones to greatness, or like a step to a run that was full of spikes and unknown times. He shouldn't be in a hurry. Universal Affinity was the reason why, so Murai began to think of his other choices because he had many of them.
Murai focused on the timing for the time being, getting his Conjuring and Shaping as good and stable as possible, so any core of future or present technique would grow.
Behind him, Sharpblades swung to one another, hitting the walls, or dancing like waves before turning to swords again like a mindless storm of mana and clashing light.
“Can't you rest?” Bagus asked towards his back, where Murai sat like a duck, glancing upward at his Sharpblades, and focusing on them as if they laughed at his ancestors.
He shook his head, waving a wing to be left alone. He was curious about the limitations of this technique and how well it could mend with some knowledge he comprehended. These starting stages were passable for a couple of tries, whereas making use of foreign or complex spells wasn't as comfortable as he thought.
For example, touching upon some Swordsmanship was tough, but that could grow over time like his Affinities, soul, and body.
Pillage said that it was important to handle Elemental Magic with interest first, before making use of Force Magic. Alas, the latter was his priority because his Sharpblades were just too good to pass, and they showed the biggest results, unlike his Flame Shots.
His Water had no spells whatsoever, but that didn't mean he couldn't create some ideas for himself, or let Water flow according to his Heavenly Shaping or his mind or core itself.
There was something Pillage and Lisa said; focus and link, or connect Affinities together. Sharpness and Water were compatible. Flame and Sharpness weren't.
Sharpblade worked with any mana within himself, but using different types, or a fusion came with costs, learnings, or difficulties. Everything had some cost coming out of his Mana Pool, letting each Sharpblade leave its mark, while the magical technique called Recalling didn't work all the time. Sharpblade wasn't even fine with regular mana any longer. It would charge up with Sharpness on its own, and it was up to Murai to try new things.
Could he let some element fuse with it on its own? That was impossible for the current him, or not very clever to try. Murai didn't like guessing or using something problematic, as Elements and all kinds of Force were separate and not part of every magic. Using them together was a sensitive topic stemming from Epochs, eras, and countless mages.
However, Murai was not a regular mage, let alone a beast, so he might disregard some problems sooner or later. Anatidae held their Universal Affinity with diverse visions and principles, guiding them like a curse and blessing, and every one of them might have different sets of Affinities, or they could grow as no human would ever feel.
Pillage said it was a good idea to trust instincts and legends, and it seemed Anatidaes held their magic at their highest principles, which was odd. Murai would bet his wings on his beak that his body was a greater tool than his magic.
Still, Murai agreed that his magic and inherent talks about Anatidaes weren't simple. They were full of wonders and every discovery answered one thing or revealed dozens of other questions.
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The main one was; how many of them were out there, and how crazy of a species was able to grow and live like that?
Because of Affinities, Murai was focusing on improving what he was best at, which meant a better power for the sake of this shitty Encounter and Gate. That included quick mindful moves of his mana that mended fairly well with Heavenly Shaping, or various experiments and ways to use Sharpblades or his body.
What he was doing before this worked surprisingly well as it was. Techniques that primarily worked with touchless handling of mana were like dancing amidst a current of the River of Manaflow overflowing like a big waterfall. That was Murai's Mana Space and Beast Core.
So far, so good. Their journey went deep, giving Murai new views over the Ultra Materium and the scale of mining of this place. From what he guessed, the shafts weren't all that optimal for the portal, but they were a path to some option, and he swore to give Lisa no questions about it.
The greatest chances might come out of natural caves, leaving fewer chances to slip, but that was exaggerated, if not naive. Caves, old shafts, destroyed caves, mines, or various parts of the entrances made many difficult choices.
And at every one of them might be Hunters waiting for them. A single discovery might lead to a tidal wave, with even more Hunters coming for them.
Thus, Lisa thought about them as well, guiding this group and ignoring the air above Bagus full of glittering mana—sometimes Flames—creating light. This training went on for up to an hour at a time before Murai felt the limits of his stable body and trials.
Afterward, he rested for his mana to rest, or comprehension or mind to acclimate to his discoveries. It was a relentless kind of training that he adopted many lives ago. As for the rest, that was part of the learning that he learned the hard way.
Resting and taking a glance aside, he looked at Lisa and Itrosh arguing with one another.
According to the map that Lookish left and Foolisch composed and improved ever since he got it, there weren't as many methods of traversing these mines. There were some tracks, paths with wagons, and even elevators. Still, the optimal ways were various staircases, wide-open shafts of quite some depth, or ladders. This created all kinds of levels.
There were hardly any secret passages and hidden secrets at the beginning levels under the Ip'ur Mountain. They were the opposite of that, looking consumed and collected, and some were bright because of torches with small Ultra Gems.
Most of the useless shafts were left out dark because they didn't have a lot of meaning.
Along with some paths, natural cave passages were found while mining a long time ago, creating further complications in the maps. Finding Order in them was impossible when Lisa watched large caves intercept some shafts, which usually looked like rectangular or round tunnels with wooden pillars or metallic plates for support.
Caves were generally much bigger than the mining shafts, often causing problems with managing individual levels by connecting them, or creating some problematic detours, or bridges to ease the process of mining or traveling. Like any mining shafts, caves had opportunities for Ultra Materium as well, creating excellent and already open layouts.
Murai became familiar with them very quickly after hours passed and Bagus ended up talking about them out of nowhere and without asking or feeling his Will. He probably noticed Murai's curiosity after watching hundreds of kinds of Ultra Materium veins, looking like glass, metal, or bright objects across some walls, looking too thin for mining.
They would shatter to bits and would no longer be usable for anything but Ultra Dust, the poorest aftereffects of the Ultra Materium mining. Hence, they were generally left out, creating some thin glowing lines like blood vessels and making paths clearer.
For mining, only large veins were usable. So far, Murai had seen almost none because of their rather low levels. Of course, Murai never forgot about his Token. They were yet to get too far into places with big chunks of Materium.
Throughout the next hour, he found his time on top of Bagus interesting. The advantage of his elevation and having a mount was good, which he never took for granted, so he looked at Itrosh and Lisa as he listened to Bagus. It was convenient to travel, and that big Grifhart didn't mind it at all.
Sometimes, he shivered because of mana dancing behind his neck, but he grew accustomed to it as quickly as Anatidae riding his back or head.
Itrosh kept sighting for the past dozens of minutes, taking these maps for an endless supply of torment, right beside Lisa herself. She was never good at complicated things like figuring out an impossible mission.
Lisa was similar to her, though she wasn't slowing down, giving up, or taking any shortcomings out of her mind. In any capacity, she was capable and willing to do things the hard way while accepting they were hard.
The notes and maps were sometimes confusing, thanks to the intersection of many caves that made confusing rides where they didn't know if they were in some mines or not.
Throughout this time, Murai watched out for his Token in his pocket; it hadn't made any noise or trembled.
Lisa kept being a leader, showing her prowess and attention to detail and planning that she promised him. Murai felt nothing. His ideas were no better than hers.
On the other hand of her frustrating time was Murai, who enjoyed the ride and pictures of thin Ultra Materium on the ceiling. Somewhat, it comforted him, as if there was an inverted endless sky up above, constantly shifting and glowing.
The caves were quite beautiful because of their chaotic and various angles and curves, giving potential bright and flowing veins many intricate pictures. The sight of bigger Ultra Materium veins soon emerged, glowing even more, feeling even better or worse, and turning some caves into a day, if not heated hell.
By now, Murai accepted their appeal and looks, but not their feeling made him somewhat odd and melancholic, if not tense. Similar to what they wielded, what they meant, and how their mana or laws within them went through many cycles or eras, Murai found them rather difficult to comprehend.
Weren't they one of a kind? What would even come close to such big and unique-looking materials? They didn't feel like metal. Their mining was also different. They felt like part of the earth, feeling as if they were breathing alongside his own beating heart and core.
Seeing light-based Affinities trapped under the earth was fascinating, and thanks to his Mana Sonar and internal feelings, he was becoming even more certain they were precious resources, and very weird for him.
He could get behind the fact that this was a one-of-a-kind place on this plane. Some places had similar things, but not of this intricate and quantitative stance, hence explaining the exclusivity and monopoly of Levandis.
He was able to see and sense their mysticism and clarity of waves, and as Lisa said, they looked old, various in effects, and like glass, hard glossy metal, or veins or window etched into the stone wall.
They were impossible to miss, but also hard to guess how hard they were, or how big they were. Some were detached from the big chunks, looking like smooth crystals, with bigger ones often looking like waves of frozen bright sea or walls made of ice, glass, or flames.
Murai never saw light-based Affinities in such quantity and endless supply. He wondered what created them, as they went on and on and on, without an end of feelings in sight. Extensive and without any spillage, they were ancient leftovers or creations of Divinity.
He couldn't guess anything else, but he definitely didn't feel one bit of Divinity anywhere. Either it long seeped out, or... Levandis was why, or this temple was the reason for everything, these veins included.
It looked natural when he noted their flow, but what was and wasn't natural on this scale? Was life natural? Was handling mana like a tool fair?
Ultra Materium was a vast resource of ancient stakes, and it must have grown under the Surface long before Levandis came here. Or it really had something to do with the Sun God that numerous beings mentioned, Mindarch, Lisa, and Will of the Battleworld included.
In the end, that was it. The history and origin of worthy materials no longer mattered to those mining them and looking for wealth.
A few times, Murai tried out to mine them, cutting and swinging his Sharpblade at a handful of veins, or waves. He did nothing even against small-looking veins, or some that could leave thumb-sized Gems behind. Either he didn't try enough, or they were really tough. Bagus agreed with laughter, saying they were very difficult to mine even for someone like Murai.
The basic types of currency came out of those veins with simple points to their size. Dust was the poorest. Grain-sized Ultra Gems were next, with thumb-sized ones being the third lowest in value. Finger-sized was a popular and easy comparison and optimal for most traders, usually looking long.
Among finger-sized Gems were one, two, three, and four-finger-sized Gems. Next were rare palm-sized Gem that came out of few successfully mined veins. That went through mixed chances, ranging from near-impossible odds to those that could leave numerous great Ultra Gems.
Mining was often unreliable and choosing a vein would create some differences like those trying to mine them. Those capable of mining held high hopes and tried their best, cracking some veins via technique, body, or tools until the subsequent implosion created worthwhile Ultra Gems. Sometimes, one could spend the whole day trying to crack big Ultra Materium boulders or waves without any avail.
Thus, looking for good targets was important, as it was the basic motion one could try to improve their odds. Few liked how the gamble of the mining ended up, though strength and promising veins in large qualities and density carried more potent gems.
The best were those that were akin to a mountain, shimmering in light of many bright elements, or dangers. Flames, Brightness, Light itself, or some Star Energy, or other various energies could grow inside of them, influencing the subsequent Ultra Gems that were part of some veins.
When one mined them, one normally used sharp objects. Dull ones worked as well, but the need for momentum and the ability to shatter Ultra Materium was a bit harder in that case. Weapons were ideal, followed by special tools designed for mining. Those ranged from pickaxes or designed drills.
In the past, there were also legendary daggers or small delicate carving knives, but Murai learned from Bagus those weren't worth the effort. What was great was the usage of the body, or mana itself. Bagus didn't talk nonsense; he straight-up showed it by smacking some bits with his tail, wing, or beak, creating small Ultra Gems in a couple of motions.
Depending on the angle, width, quality, or density of the Ultra Materium, success described worth and work. It wasn't about going deep. Even a simple crack of the starting layers caused implosion, which then made further cracks, and only then would Gems crack apart, explode, or fly all over the cave, or mine, endangering the miner, so some consideration was due in mining.
Murai took this personal show with interest, taking Bagus's flickering tail and beak with interesting use. He showed him what it meant to be a great beast, and their aspects weren't very far from each other. Of course, Murai wouldn't dare to imagine that, for Bagus had his weight and sturdy legs, and he was far from a duck.
A lone head-sized Ultra Materium etched into a boulder exploded to hundreds of Gems of various sizes. One was on-finger-sized, with the majority being thumb-sized. Grain-sized ones often carried redundant particles, either turning to Ultra Dust or falling into many little holes. It was often too much of a bother to collect these, so they forgot them, creating patches of illuminating rocks or holes.
Murai was familiar with most of what Bagus showed since the size of materials was simple to call and evaluate. Many worlds functioned the same way, making various ores, materials, and recourses easier to understand. There wasn't much sense in complicating anything.
One should know what one mined, sold, or bought afterward since the size would be universally acceptable across multiple places and cultures. That was an idea of the Endless Skies, a place full of planets and celestial cultures and societies.
Murai would love to try the mining with his beak, but because of his position on top of Bagus and Lisa's complaints to focus, he refrained from attempting that.
That didn't leave him disappointed though. He tried his Mana Sonar next, discovering what his weird feelings were about, and trying to become familiar with this material and the light that was becoming more and more prevalent. Their various implications poised as Laws, and many of such veins had stable and crystal clear caged Affinities
Some were scorching hot, tolerating all kinds of Flames living inside of them. Cracking those apart would either explode them into raging flames that would either dissipate, or endanger the miner, or create rarer kinds of Gems with Flame Affinity within them. That's where the highest disparity in mining existed.
It went without question that protection and worthy veins came as a blessing in disguise, and many Ultra Materium veins in the underground were crazy and like charming caged treasure.
How old were they, or how far they would exist until someone would mine them? It was impossible to say that because there were way too many dangerous and hard-to-mine veins. Some of them held specific and unique methods of mining. Unfortunately, because of time and their purpose, Bagus had no time to show him too much.
Lisa kept this pair of curious fools at bay, giving them reminders to keep going and not waste time.
They were still lucky and hadn't met any Hunter. She waved a hand at the majority of Murai's attempts to mine, while Bagus's talkative voice or smacks of his beak or tails were fine as long as he wasn't too wasteful in his journey.
Murai learned a lot when he turned his wonders into a great source of knowledge. Bagus lectured him, feeling a couple of pokes of Murai's Will, which created a one-of-a-kind lecture without Murai's weight chattering into his head.
It ended up in many practical lessons about these materials and mining, and Bagus kind of enjoyed the change of pace. It was comforting to him. Magical.
For Murai, the light that was within them was immensely satisfying to seek with his Mana Sonar. He felt shocked the further he went, growing restless and kind of comfortable at the same time. It continued for hours until he was halting this desire like all bothersome feelings in the past.
Then, it hit him like a storm when he was unable to continue doing so any longer. When they went through some places with large sides of dense and large clusters of Ultra Materium, looking like walls of icy light and brightness, Murai's inside shuddered and his mind skipped a beat.
Like a sun.
Murai felt it then. A raging storm and gratifying sunlight. It was seeking him. A Resonance was itching closer than ever, and for the first time, he discovered a feeling of instincts and Laws alike. They were telling him to handle something mysterious without being specific. It was an itching feeling as if something poked toward his awareness, or coming from his depth.
Then, his feelings, and Mana Sonar created the rest, connecting his body and mana to this magical place.
He poked at it too, unfortunately, so that might have started it all.
He couldn't stop it.
He couldn't ignore it either.
The representation of the Resonance and its feelings were way too deafening, trembling his feathers and core, and doing something he was pretending because of his shitty lives and circumstances. Unexpectedly, it was too close and savage even for him.
Murai felt how thrilling it felt, or how good it could be to accept this Resonance and take this irregular occasion for a dream or blessing he felt numerous times in his lives. But this was still different and difficult to take on, for he had sinned and thought about something else. His body. His experiences!
Murai didn't want something crazy if he was already crazy enough.
He didn't talk when upon those feelings. He said nothing to anyone. None could notice it, apart from one closely affected by his soul space and time that had arrived due to a minor anticipated matter. Lisa realized that fact with a twist of her head, wide-open eyes, and a difficult and tense smile.
She expected something else, or something crucial to oppose her feelings, or made her hesitate. In reality, it confused her more. However, the feeling she was sensing through him was much bigger than she had expected or considered. It wanted it.
The Resonance was forming a terrific force that came at him like a storm and that was no stopping it. It was almost insensible, devoid of anything from the naked eye.
Murai sat on Bagus, who didn't know he was underneath a storming Resonance that began to link into an Anatidae after many millennia.
Murai didn't want it, yet he desired it right thereafter, noticing how his emotions, body, and mind began to turn messy. Feelings stirred and he couldn't think straight anymore, which was weird.
He always thought of himself as strict and capable of thinking things through. His lives warranted it, even as a curse. The surroundings were calling. The stirring sensation of the Resonance was stepping forth like Laws calling for their maker.
The fact it was happening didn't mean it wasn't a time to take it or ignore it. He tried and failed, and being too stubborn was confusing him because he was losing his wit. The circumstances weren't bright like a sudden Resonance, but the longer it would go, the harder it was to keep up with it. Then, he realized one big problem.
The timing couldn't be worse when a familiar noise echoed throughout the quiet mine. From within Itrosh's pocket, a device started to make noises like knocks of metal.
Lisa glared at her, ignoring Murai's Resonance for the time being. If it went on, that was good. If it wouldn't, then that was it. It depended on what Murai did with it, how he should take this for, or if enduring this call would grant him something or nothing.
Resonance was a special merit that didn't adhere to the Divides but to remote ways of the energy of the dimensions. It wasn't like a sudden storm of Will of the Battleworld, but it was closer to the Laws of the universe, its beings, energies, and how its inner or external surroundings worked in tandem with reality.
Resonance was a moment that wouldn't come when one wanted it. It was like a shimmering threat of truths that submerged the mind with an endless supply of emotions and feelings, making one shudder in a challenge of the universe. It could beseech a very mighty message or passage, or pictures or end in Resonance like a gift of various consequences.
One could be lost in this process forever, waking up in seconds in reality, or be within it for seconds with too much time passing in reality, shivering the body, or endangering the life itself.
Lisa knew the weight of the Resonance, for it was a matter that created the highest rate of insanities in the Endless Skies. In the Battleworld, it was also present. There was no helping it.
This world couldn't escape from that, nor its beings. Similar to Murai who sat on top of Bagus in an attempt to seize this chance, she judged it was about time to take some drastic measures. He didn't know what was calling, or going on, but she did.
Why was it happening came as sudden as a device making noises. Thinking of this as something terrible wasn't within her mind. Resonance was a miracle after all.