02-16-2019, 11:15 PM
Would the enemy show his face? Had he indeed agreed to this confrontation or was it all a ruse?
Nikolai’s thumb tapped his hand, rhythmic like the beating of a distant drum of war, as he waited. Moments, minutes. They blurred in this reality. Even his body was disconnected from his soul. The power of the universe burned celestial in the physical form, but here, only the fragments of his imagination translated the effects.
He turned when an injected presence rippled this reality. There stood the man himself. First impressions were flattering, but Armande was an aged mortal. Wrinkles cut lines in the stony façade of his face. His hair was thick, but gray. The body of one bound by the rules of time.
Above all, Nikolai’s first impression was one of serenity. Not so the last he glimpsed the figure.
They watched each other in silence for some time. Two students of the east, two reflections of opposite realities. He wanted nothing more than to crush this creature in the palm of his hand.
“I remember your face.” Ascendancy spoke first. His own voice was realistically projected, his bearing lordly and wise. “You were angry last I saw you.”
Nikolai’s thumb tapped his hand, rhythmic like the beating of a distant drum of war, as he waited. Moments, minutes. They blurred in this reality. Even his body was disconnected from his soul. The power of the universe burned celestial in the physical form, but here, only the fragments of his imagination translated the effects.
He turned when an injected presence rippled this reality. There stood the man himself. First impressions were flattering, but Armande was an aged mortal. Wrinkles cut lines in the stony façade of his face. His hair was thick, but gray. The body of one bound by the rules of time.
Above all, Nikolai’s first impression was one of serenity. Not so the last he glimpsed the figure.
They watched each other in silence for some time. Two students of the east, two reflections of opposite realities. He wanted nothing more than to crush this creature in the palm of his hand.
“I remember your face.” Ascendancy spoke first. His own voice was realistically projected, his bearing lordly and wise. “You were angry last I saw you.”