Hiya. Due to a tight timeline, coupled with a lack of readership/engagement, I'm going to pull Res 7 down and stop publishing it to Royal Road. I will continue publishing to Patreon and Amazon.
I will probably not be publishing to Royal Road again until my next-next-next series, which I think has a better chance at being received by this audience.
Cheers.
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Chapter 1: Divine Alloy
HOPE IS RENEWED!
Ty felt the god’s voice like a physical force. It rang out in the cavern, sending chunks of rock falling from the ceiling.
A hand larger than a zalantar’s wrapped around Ty’s, holding him in place. Inside the Arbiter Matrix, the catalyst of the god’s awakening activated the millennia old divine magic. It transformed from inert, useless mass into Salient mana far more potent than anything on Volar or Earth.
Fear not, mortal who has awakened me. Stand back and give me space. Once I deal with this fetid spell, I shall come forth and plant the seeds of light in this desolate realm.
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The thought came across as a shout, an unfiltered declaration. Had he been anyone other than what he’d become, Ty would have obeyed. Instead, as the giant hand pushed at his, Ty twisted his fingers around, gripping the god’s wrist. His senses probed outward, following his aura.
Realization hit just as the prompt appeared in his mind’s eye.
Notice: The akkoan god once known as Hope, is attempting to purge your Surrogacy spell. If he succeeds, your power will have been spent to no effect. You may attempt to force your spell onto the god. If you succeed, you will hollow the god’s mind out and claim its corpse for your Surrogacy. His mass will merge with the spell. The outcome of such a merger are unknown.
“There must be another way,” Ty said through gritted teeth, burning mana to hold the god’s purging effect at bay. “I won’t kill a potential ally.”
Little being. Why do you fight me? Surely you realize that dark spell has no place here. It has been foreseen. My return shall bring forth a new dawn now that our enemies have gone.
Hope’s voice was warm and curious, not antagonistic.
The magic inside Hope’s prison surged around Ty’s hand. Despite its ancient, foreign nature, his Prism adapted to the divine power effortlessly. It poured into him and the god, dividing between two equally potent reserves.