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In that house, before The Emissary, I stand. Waiting, waiting, waiting.. The light of my mind shining.. Suddenly, a powerful burst, and all is gone, feeling has no feeling, and reality has slowed. I try to call, I try to scream, but I have no form with which to speak. The pain, the enduring pain, it brazens me like a burning fire. It moves, upwards, slowly, slowly. I look down, my hide has changed. Who is it, that I become? Was this shedding of individuality worth this? It continues up, burning, evermore. It reaches my hips. My legs have long since lost feeling, but they are still there, but they are not my own.. Suddenly, it moves up, it envelopes my whole, all that is left is my head.. I watch it, seemingly disconnected. This vessel is no longer me, the marks and scars that it once bore, now gone. Healed, filled, or what have you. My head is what remains, my gilded eyes still peering forth, with unending bravery in the face of this new experience. Then, much as it took my body, it takes my head, moving slowly up the neck, around the skull, closing in on my eyes. My golden eyes. My one signifying mark. Who I was known to be, what I was known to be. Was this worth it? Was this worth it? Did I choose correctly. . ? Suddenly my eyes change, they are no longer gilded like the morning sun, they are a powerful red. This being is truly, no longer me.. I stand here, disconnected from time.. Everything seems to fade, the pain, consciousness... It slowly leaves, then suddenly.. I see it, once again. I stand before the Emissary, but I am no longer me. I am now apart of the whole, I am Coterminous. I am content. We are content. This was right. We have no fear now. We know this was meant to be. We know what we are. . .
We are the Luminate One.
We stand now, in front of that temple. They're in there, Syrthal'Karr, Karrnach'Dahn, Vas'Kradili... We sense them, they want to be freed. How awful an existence... Resewn by the Great Captor's essence, bound to this Terran rock even after severance, pulled from the all-in-one, cast from the void. We shudder, as we think of what such a feeling is...
We're inside the temple now. We stand with two others, the Tohto and the Grand Seeker, as they call themselves. The crystal hangs above us, red-crimson. A powerful malice resides here, it is felt. Is this what is left of the Grand Captor? This crystal? It must fall.. Fall, fall, fall. We move our hands upwards, a powerful light shining forth from them, the crystal begins to slow... We look to our right, the Tohto is in combat with the Karrnach'Dahn... The Grand Seeker, in combat with the Syrthal'Kar... We must stay focused.. We close our eyes.. Suddenly, we are thrust to the center, we are beneath the crystal. The Vas'Kradili has thrown us forward. It seems whatever malaise holds them, it seeks to fight us back. We continue to hold our hands at the crystal, it slows evermore. Slower, slower, slower. The Vas'Kradili, the Karrnach'Dahn, and the Syrthal'Kar are now subdued. The Tohto and Grand Seeker join us.. We all hold our hands at it.. The crystal comes to a stop.. Suddenly, it vibrates, a great evil begins to be scourged from it.. Hold, hold, hold.. Do not lose focus.. We stand steadfast.. The crystal stops. It grays, the evil that lived here has been cast out, we hope to never see it again.. Suddenly, the crystal falls.. It shatters.
We leave the temple. The others in tow. They are free now, individuals to do as they please. We hope they shall join us in Coterminity. We feel that is what the Jalva-Qarr'so would've wanted. At least, we hope the Karrnach'Dahn chooses to do so.
Now we're atop the van, we're sitting.. Riding with the caravan who has left that valley. That terrible valley.. We're heading East, they say.. To a place called City-8. We have seen it before, but never physically. We wonder what it is truly like. We have sensed the Monk is there. Perhaps they shall meet with us.. We sit, sit, sit. Our eyes closed, in deep prayer. Light begins to shine from our hands once more... The humans have begun to call this vessel The Lightener, too.. Much the way the Grendel did. We wonder if the name will stick.
We sit.
In the new land, the land of the Rising Sun, now.. There are crystals here, familiar yet unique in their own ways… We wonder if they will serve a purpose.
For now, we reside in the Outerlands, biding our time. We are not working much, here.
From that land, to the next. The so-called “Terminal 7”, we began our work here, once more, planting the light seeds… How far will they grow, how long will they last? We will bring forth the light.
And finally, to the next, the Jewel. We continue to plant our seeds, though our vessel grows tired and weary.
We are done, now. Our vessel finds a return to the void, our mind melds to the masses. It is done. Is or will be, no.. It has been.
We are the Luminate One.
We stand now, in front of that temple. They're in there, Syrthal'Karr, Karrnach'Dahn, Vas'Kradili... We sense them, they want to be freed. How awful an existence... Resewn by the Great Captor's essence, bound to this Terran rock even after severance, pulled from the all-in-one, cast from the void. We shudder, as we think of what such a feeling is...
We're inside the temple now. We stand with two others, the Tohto and the Grand Seeker, as they call themselves. The crystal hangs above us, red-crimson. A powerful malice resides here, it is felt. Is this what is left of the Grand Captor? This crystal? It must fall.. Fall, fall, fall. We move our hands upwards, a powerful light shining forth from them, the crystal begins to slow... We look to our right, the Tohto is in combat with the Karrnach'Dahn... The Grand Seeker, in combat with the Syrthal'Kar... We must stay focused.. We close our eyes.. Suddenly, we are thrust to the center, we are beneath the crystal. The Vas'Kradili has thrown us forward. It seems whatever malaise holds them, it seeks to fight us back. We continue to hold our hands at the crystal, it slows evermore. Slower, slower, slower. The Vas'Kradili, the Karrnach'Dahn, and the Syrthal'Kar are now subdued. The Tohto and Grand Seeker join us.. We all hold our hands at it.. The crystal comes to a stop.. Suddenly, it vibrates, a great evil begins to be scourged from it.. Hold, hold, hold.. Do not lose focus.. We stand steadfast.. The crystal stops. It grays, the evil that lived here has been cast out, we hope to never see it again.. Suddenly, the crystal falls.. It shatters.
We leave the temple. The others in tow. They are free now, individuals to do as they please. We hope they shall join us in Coterminity. We feel that is what the Jalva-Qarr'so would've wanted. At least, we hope the Karrnach'Dahn chooses to do so.
Now we're atop the van, we're sitting.. Riding with the caravan who has left that valley. That terrible valley.. We're heading East, they say.. To a place called City-8. We have seen it before, but never physically. We wonder what it is truly like. We have sensed the Monk is there. Perhaps they shall meet with us.. We sit, sit, sit. Our eyes closed, in deep prayer. Light begins to shine from our hands once more... The humans have begun to call this vessel The Lightener, too.. Much the way the Grendel did. We wonder if the name will stick.
We sit.
In the new land, the land of the Rising Sun, now.. There are crystals here, familiar yet unique in their own ways… We wonder if they will serve a purpose.
For now, we reside in the Outerlands, biding our time. We are not working much, here.
From that land, to the next. The so-called “Terminal 7”, we began our work here, once more, planting the light seeds… How far will they grow, how long will they last? We will bring forth the light.
And finally, to the next, the Jewel. We continue to plant our seeds, though our vessel grows tired and weary.
We are done, now. Our vessel finds a return to the void, our mind melds to the masses. It is done. Is or will be, no.. It has been.
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