04-10-2015, 07:34 AM
The power they approached could only be Ascendancy. Nox didn't think there was anyone else alive who could reach the level of power he felt. He knew his power was useless, but it was their only defense, and Nox would not go down without a fight.
They crested the rise and saw two men. Both watching as they approached, one armed the other was clearly Ascendancy himself. Nox watched the threads of power work around him like they were the tentacles of some ancient monster, he grinned at the thought because according to the Atharim he was a monster. Ironic really.
Nox looked to Aria, this was her game, she walked a step or two past where Nox had stopped, the ground beneath their feet now clear of snow. It was a small comfort, but it was clearly a display of power. Aria nodded and Nox sighed as he dropped the power. He didn't like it, but he wasn't a threat. There was nothing that he could do against Ascendancy anyway.
The power he held, Nox couldn't imagine the feeling, the intoxication of that much power, he never pulled on it much, he was afraid of himself, Atharim teaching at its best. But he didn't think he'd ever be that strong, that much power. Nox knew he would drown in the power, it would encompass him and then there would be nothing left. Yet Ascendancy wielded the power so easily, amplifying his voice, and the fire that melted the snow at the same time. Nox smiled inside, it WAS possible to hold more than one weave at a time, oh the possibilities if he survived this encounter. So many possibilities! Thoughts and ideas scrambled for purchase inside Nox's head. He had to push them away, focus on the matter at hand, playing would come after work, so much fun to have when he got home.
Edited by Nox, Apr 10 2015, 07:36 AM.
They crested the rise and saw two men. Both watching as they approached, one armed the other was clearly Ascendancy himself. Nox watched the threads of power work around him like they were the tentacles of some ancient monster, he grinned at the thought because according to the Atharim he was a monster. Ironic really.
Nox looked to Aria, this was her game, she walked a step or two past where Nox had stopped, the ground beneath their feet now clear of snow. It was a small comfort, but it was clearly a display of power. Aria nodded and Nox sighed as he dropped the power. He didn't like it, but he wasn't a threat. There was nothing that he could do against Ascendancy anyway.
The power he held, Nox couldn't imagine the feeling, the intoxication of that much power, he never pulled on it much, he was afraid of himself, Atharim teaching at its best. But he didn't think he'd ever be that strong, that much power. Nox knew he would drown in the power, it would encompass him and then there would be nothing left. Yet Ascendancy wielded the power so easily, amplifying his voice, and the fire that melted the snow at the same time. Nox smiled inside, it WAS possible to hold more than one weave at a time, oh the possibilities if he survived this encounter. So many possibilities! Thoughts and ideas scrambled for purchase inside Nox's head. He had to push them away, focus on the matter at hand, playing would come after work, so much fun to have when he got home.
Edited by Nox, Apr 10 2015, 07:36 AM.
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