Grimalkin's Help - VII - [PT.6.9]
The creepy mummy slowly emerged from its tomb, its eyes filled with red like blood pooling out from under its skull, they flashed bright, was this part of the spell?
It grabbed the door, pushing with intent, it looked down, its hair flushed towards the ground, in some parts of its hair, there were giant bold spots.
It was a moving corpse.
Neso had named it a Horokin.
Sybil, can you do a quick search on this creep?
>Initiating Scan
Sybil shone from my point of view, making the creep shine as it had some sort of outline. It was gone as quickly as it came.
That was enough for the monster to look at us. Its eyes shone like stars.
Its body hung low, its spine curved downwards, its arms laid bare towards the ground, and it dragged its feet towards us. Moving at a glacial pace.
"Shit!" exclaimed Neso.
With just one look, Neso's whole body got visible chills, his fur prickled up, and he started growling at that thing.
>Terror has been inflicted on the party.
Terror?
Then I felt it too, a deep unnerving deep dark primordial fear.
Fear of the dark, fear of the unknown.
>Void Magic Detected; Initiating Purification Sweep
Huh? I can't move.
Mana gathered through me and shot, in a circular fashion, flowers grew in an instant, the place filled with grass, suddenly it was a little slice of paradise.
Except on a small circle around the creep, it stopped as the shockwave of mana hit it.
The creep took another step, and the plants the purification sweep had cast, died in a mere instant, this creep was killing the vegetation!
>Purification sweep failed.
>Retrying.
Another shockwave shot through me, once again the creature stopped in its tracks, but the force field it was generating shined through, and the mana only bounced away once more.
A panic attack set through me.
>Purification sweep failed.
That thing is trying to kill us.
Huh?! Huh?! Huh?!
Are we going to die?
>Initiating Life Preservation Mode
Suddenly, words rang through me that I couldn't understand, it wasn't a like a language, or a feeling, but something I couldn't comprehend. It was primal, it's aura intensely evil. As if even breathing in the same room as it would get you instantly killed.
I managed to move my eyes, and meet it's gaze. That thing was speaking softly, and quietly, mumbling something to itself.
""ț̷̻̣̲͕̟̲͇͙̒̇̌̋͛h̴̨̡̨͙̲̀̋̈͘͝͝e̵̻̪̘͊͆̌̉͌ ̵̢̡̛͔̭͖͔̮̫͇̣̖̻̐̆̔̑͆͘̚͜b̵̻̱͔͇̲̥͔̈́̀̄͊͘ļ̸̤̥̻̠̭̭͈̤̺̰̲̘̓ͅͅó̵̧̧̲̞̫̞͇̣͍͔͓̣̈̈́ͅo̷̢̭̬̫̺̾̄̐̓̀́̒͜d̴̼̘̥̮̰͍͔͎̪̱̙̭̲̒̅̏͌́̒̓̐͂̅̃͝ͅͅ ̴̨̡̧̩̗̜̰͔̮̟̫̗͈̐̈́̄̋ͅǫ̵͇̜̮̳͍̉̉͒̏́̂̈́̿͒̚͠͝f̷̡̤̘̥̥̱̻̮̲̳͊̊̇̈́̅͌͜ ̵͇̮͆̉͐̎̀̽̀̆́̈̚͝
t̷̢̬̘̙͗́̈́̑͐̕̚ḣ̴̨̰̘͖̗̹͆̌̋̈́̾̓͆͐̓̾̎̕͜ę̴̛̯͉̘̦̪̮̜͇͎̮͎͉̈́̿̀̄̅̆͂͋̓̊͜ ̷̧̧̮̮̳̭̤͖̉́̌̈́̀̽̅́͌͜͝g̵͈̩͚̒̐̍̈́̓̽̅́̀̄̈́́̚̕͜o̶̡̢̨̥̰̜͇̖͈̳̮̺͛̓̉͋̌̈́͆͗̀͘͜ͅḑ̷̙̪͊͑̀̒̾̓̕͘͝ ̵̡͔̭͕̫̤̙̹̰̃͜͝o̵̢͖̭̩͎̹̗̜̯̖̠͎͊̾͆̈̈́̈̐̓̑̐͜f̴̡̨̹̼͍̥̟̝̹͕̬͙͉͛̋̔͜͠ ̷̘̟̩̱̗̠̮͉͈̠͖̦͚͍̓̆̀̾͊̓̔͗̈́͂͝ť̶̜͍͙̘͈̜͉̅̅̔͒̉̎̀̓̓͑̿̓̓͠h̷̪̳̣̬̯̾̒̔͊̿͗̔̀͆̄̉̉̅̃ẻ̴̤͙͗̓̃̋̅̄͌͝ ̶̺̼̗̟̝͇͚̉͌͑͊̔̈̒̊͑̇͐͘d̶̺̪̣̼̜̜͐̌́́̇͝e̶̝̫̭͇͓̿̆̅̂͋̿̃͝m̷̙̯̥̲̾̽͂̎̈́̊̈́͒̚̕͘ő̷͍̜͙̜̗̰̲͚̞̜̱̤͚͇ͅn̷̨̛̛̻̩̦̲̰̟̗͚̺̤̏̎̈́͒̉̉͑̈́͝ͅ ̷̖̻̙̳͚̘̬͚̪̮̺͓̋͐͒̽̑̀̓͘ͅp̴̧̢̨̢̧̢̭̻͔͍͚̳͙̭͗̍͘a̸̧̠̞̙̻̍͋͐̐̒͒s̵͎͇̪̜͎̰̓̎͛͆͋̿̽̌̈́̕͝͝ŝ̶͎̲̓͆̎e̸̖͐̅̉̒̏́́̑̐͗͝͝d̴̬̖̝̩̰̒̅̓͌́̋͗͑̔̐͗͘͝͝ ̶̞͓̻̬̙̪̲̳̳̲͇͓͖̓͆̏͛̅̑̎̚͜͝ͅb̴̨̹͓̣̥̳͖͗͋̓͗̅̈́́̀̓̽͑͝͝ͅy̶͓͍͕͙̹͖͕͌̏ ̴̜̯͛͑̇̒̇̋̚ṱ̴̀͌̏̈́h̵̡̡̡̡͈̙͎̪̻̅e̴̢͎͔̗̼͍͇̙̳̰͌̾ ̸̬͈͙͕̳̯͕̜̬̳̣͖͕̽͗̆̂͛͌͒͠á̷̛̟̖̲̭̰͈̹̥͙̲̈́̽͊̄͜͝͝r̷̹͈̯͖͚̠͔̤̝͔̦͓̣͕͋̾̒̾̑̈́͝b̸̻̳̰̭͙̫̪̫̝̙̝̜͒ͅǐ̵̡͙̘͉̟͕͒̈́͑̒͗̆͜ṭ̵͔͉͈̟̖̠̖̖̭̙̞̲̬͆ŗ̶̝̱̳̭͎̍͒̐̀ͅḁ̴̱̖̦̥̰̘̙̞̦͙̑͋̓̿ŗ̴̛̗͇̥̻͕̫͙͎͎̗̘̬̆͑̂̄̅̃̎͋͑̆̊̋y̵̨͔̦̯̦̺͔̖̻͖̩̿͐̇̾̉͂̓̌ ̴̺̰̺̓̽͑̓̈́̏̄͛͑͑͒̐̾̕͠a̵̛̮͍͍̮̓̿͐̉̾̾͋̎̂͠ͅl̷̪̲̳̯̪͆̇̌͊͂̏̑̽t̸̛̪̖̰͎̼̻̤̣͎͂͑̈́͒̓̈̒̀̎̏̈̐̕e̶̛̺̩̥̰͚̹̜̟̜̦͓̯͕̐̿̄͂̚ͅr̶̨̧̯̫͕̳̼̤̻͕͖͔̞̠̊̇͌͋̽̏͗̊́̇̂͐̓̊ḁ̶̧̣̜̝͔̫̝̓̄͒̄̊̚t̶̡͉̱̤͚̣͔̟̑͐̉͑̽̔̐̽̅́̃̃̎͜ͅi̷̡̧̻̲̘͕̭̳̲̙̮̗̹̤̓͑̒̃̈͐̎͐̋̾̕͜͝͠o̷̥̘̬̲̼͚̬̟̻̮͗̏̑̃̂͝n̶̛̳̱͕̘̗͖̺̞͎̲͎̗͉̳̳̉̿͆̔̀̏͂̀̊̋͘ ̷̨̧̣̮̜͉͉̹̘͈̙͉͒̾̃̾̍͗̍͛͝o̸̧͙̣̣͚̐̀͌̇͗̈́̾͑͗͑͠͝ḟ̸̡̗̲̥͍̙̘̬̮̫̗̱̩̓͌̓̓̈́̈́͝ ̵̡̨̨͇͎̤͔̼̩͕̰̃̒̂͆̆͋͌͐͐̽͒̌̌̕t̴̗̳̬̪͎̗̝͓̊͆̊̈́̚ͅḩ̵̠̏̈́e̷̦̟̰̗͕̤͈̞̒͌́̀̔̋̓͘͝͝ ̵̡̦̟͇̮̱͍̤̦̼̰̟̠̮͐͌͂͂̂͌͆̐͝͝d̷̡̧̡̞̮̖̪͕̺̼̟͚̎̂͂̀͒͒̓̈́͑̀̓͝͝ḙ̴̢̪̺͎̰̗͕͓̹͋̎͐̃͊̅̔͘͝m̸̨̝͓̦͒̆ͅỏ̴̠̪̱͉̦̊ͅn̴͉͚̘͔̬̩̬͚̥̼͉̦̽͛͛͆͜͝͝í̴̬̻͉̖͉̬̍̾͆́c̵͕̻̭͔̣̪͉̯̀̏̍ͅ ̷̜̩͙̳̦̙̘̤̟͇͖̫̙̆͜ģ̶̉̈́̅̋̈́͐̍͊́̉̕ơ̸̟̰͚͖̪̜̈́͂̒̒͜d̵̡̧̘̳̻̳̥̠̫͇̗̝̾̏̂̀͘,̷̨̩̳̩̟͙͎̻̪͎̅͋̃͊̊͌̐̽̈̑̇͛̅͝ ̸̞̫̻̼̯̲̗̙̖̥̘̰͌̆͝͝ͅh̴̭̣͈͎̑̋͜e̷̛̛͚͉̘̝̳͖̫̺͊͛̈́͐̑̌̏̓̈́̄̓͝r̵̘͈̥̥̤͆e̴̳͉̰̽͋̀͋͑̈̊̉͆̆́̀͐̄̚b̴̲̺͇̳̹̋̌̆̇͐͐̍͂̎͂͆̆̿̒͘ý̶̩͖͍̩̭͐͝ ̷͉͍͙̩̞̮̳͉̍̈͋͊͂̃͝
p̵͖̞̜̻͇͈̭̤̤͓̎̒̇̍͋̒̒̒͗̚͠͝͠ṟ̵͍̼̭̙̉͛ė̶̢͓͔̜̙͍̳̟̫̮͙̐̑̌̏̂͛͒̓̊̋̃͘s̸͇͎͖̑́̈́́̓̓̐̆̕͘͜͠ȅ̵͓͙̫̺͂̈̈͌̔̋̔̿͐̈͒͛̒͝ņ̴̡̢̟͍͖̘̜̏̅̈́̋͗͑̔̕t̴͉́͜e̷̜͕̔̂̂̀̈́̎͆̑͒̂̒̆͘d̵̻̮̘͕̻̎̀̚͠
̴̛̣̜̯̻̠̦̈̋̈́̃̿͂̈́͘͘͝t̷̘̗̱̳͎̫͉͂w̷͓̘͓̫̭͈͙͍̏̅͐̂́̓̾̈́̓ͅo̷̜͉̼̟̰͉̦̬̝͆̈́͋̾̈́̈́͜ ̶̼͆́̄̋̉v̶̪̋̽̄̇̃͐̉̆̅i̵̛̛͎͔̼͍̠͓̞͓̞͙̿̓̋́̉̓̀̂͋c̶̡̗͚̻̺͖̻͖̥̮̩̠̐ṱ̸̪̥̜̟͚̫̰̀̈́͑̆̏̊̊̀͂͛̀̓͊͠ͅi̵̧̨͔̠̮̖͔̺͓̝͓͉͍̳͐͆̈́͂̐̃͗͊͒̏̕̕̕͝ͅm̶̛͇̯͍̼̥͔͍̔̿͛̀̀̈́̆̕s̷͓̻͔͇͕͉̑̐͑́̆̀̕͝ͅͅ ̶̦̯̦̣̪̥̖͚͈͂̊̎͗̔͑͆̇́̓͝͝w̸̺͐́̅̆̐͐̑h̸̛̲̰̤͓̭͍̖̘̉̌͗̏͌͑̀̍̆̆̈̇̚͝ĭ̷͔͍͂͋̒͋̇͒̄͝c̵̢͙̗̝̍̓̈̆̾͆͗̎̏̉̀͘ḩ̵̠̺̖͓̠̰͚̈́̓͊̈̔͂͒ ̶̛͍̥̾̀̍̆̎̕y̶̹̱̣̲̙̑̔̆̊̆͑͠ó̸͈͎͓̮͈̯̮̞̥̖̮̥̬̣̓̉̓̿͌͛̒̒̽̊͒̔͗͠ŭ̸͖͈̠͍̝̙̪̖̭̝̋̄̿̂̒̀̿ͅ ̷̧̟̺̖̳̩̚c̷̢̡̹̦̻̺̘͔̬̠̪̻͐̌͂̓̈́́̾̈́̀ͅą̷̢̜͖̺̠̖̩̲̱̭̀̈̀̊̈́̈́̇̔͝n̴̨̟̜̳̝̳͔̟͈͌ ̵̨̫̣̖͇̩̭̙͕̰̥͂͆͆̈́̑̔͋̄͋̑̄͘̚͠͝ͅg̵͇͊̽̃̈́̈͝͠͠ṟ̷̻̦̱͈̈́͐̽̍͛̚a̸̢͍̟̣͍͒͂͛̿͒͒̿s̴̛͕͋̓̔͐͂̄̃́p̵͔̑͠ ̴̢̳̜̺̟͕̫͙͙̺̤̈́͋́̈́̒ừ̷̧̧̙̩̯̫͇̐̉͌̍̓̓͑̀̌̅͆͝ͅņ̸̭̼͓̙͎̖̟͓͈̈͑̇̎͜d̴̢̺͕̰̜̳̭̭͕̍̅̉̒ͅe̸̢̢̗̙͍͉̮̟̱̖͙͔̍̀̔̊̿͝͝r̷̡̺̺͙͉͈̮̿͂̿͌͗͋̑͛̒̎̋̕͜͠ ̴͔͍̘̣͚̗̭͔̖̰̬̪̱̄͛̀̈́̔̊̑̔́̓t̸̨̨͉͙̻͙̍͗̑͑̚͝h̸͚̻̍́̇̃͑̾̈̉̓͝͝e̷̡̢̪̥͎̳͂̐̈̃͋̐̍̑͝͝ ̶͎̥̟͎͍̗̍͌͊̋̌̃͒̉͑̐͒́͘ḹ̵̪̖͍̬̮̦͉̙̲̠͇̥͂̒́̐̇̎̌̈́̾̉ͅe̶̩͎̺̍́̀̂͌̌v̵̧̧̢̨͇̹̘̩̤͖̠̭̣͉̋͊͗̒̓̿̒̊͊̔̚̚̕̚ę̷̡̺̺͖̘͓̣̰̝̌̽̈́̈́̏̀̐̆̀̊͘͠͠l̶̬͔̳̱̺͋̓̓̽̃̊̕͜͝ ̷̡͚̰͌́̔͂̋̒̊̚͝͝͝ǫ̷̺̭̖̱̠̦͎̜̠͑̉̆́f̴̛̝̈ ̷̢̻̭̠̼͓̳̤͍͙̗̙̊̀̅ḑ̶͙̗̝͖͚͘ȃ̸̟̘̙̼̰̝̠͔̤̖̟̠͉͋͗͛͛̚͘ͅr̷̛̟̮̳̫̊̓͒̇̈́̅̃̉̎͛͑ͅķ̸̼͔̣͉̭̟͚̥̝̜̹̺̮̹͗̈͊̿̚͝n̵̢͕̫̹̈͘è̵̫̝̪͓͖͙͖͚̼̃͋͒́̈̆̇͗̈́́s̵̱̬̭͙̪̞͓̝̓̃̆͜s̴̼̜̰͎̰͉͚̋͗̈́͊́̀̌̑̈̂̚̚͝ ̸̡̟̪̱̼̗̹̮̌̍̽̊̎͑ͅẃ̵͕̍̆͐̽̈́̂̇͠h̶̼̙̥̖̝̤͓̘̫̘̙̞̰̲̑̔̂̀͂̋̕ͅį̸̬̖̟̫̊͋c̴̢̮͍̦̞̱̹̑̅̀̇͗̿̂̎͛̎̈̂͆́͋h̸̢͎̪̰̻̰̬̹̗̲͋͂̆̈́̈̄ ̷̡͇̣̹̖̲̰̔͛̈́̃̉̈͌͝t̵͊̈̇͋̊̍̂͆̉̔͜͝͠͝͝ḩ̵̱͖̻̭̒̒̎̊̎̿͑̄̄̚é̵͉̮͋̔̈́͒̓̕ ̴̧͚͕̣̼͖͉̙̋͛̚d̶̼̝͓̦͈̝͕̳̑̋̍̌̀͗̅̋̑̏̀ä̶̧̨̧̫̩̼͕̜͕̜̰̰̞̙̥̉̈́͒̂̓̐̐̕͝r̸̛͓̰̳͗͜͠ķ̷̩̠͚͎̬̬̞͚̳̲̣̩̅̊͌̔̐̚͝ͅͅ ̴̟̫̲̯̦̗͛l̸̛͇̪̝̙̑͂͌̅̐̄̄͗̿̀͒̇̍̓o̶̢̝͇͎͒̿̇͜r̶̡͎͖̼̫̫̪͓̗̠͈̫̗̐d̸̜̹̰̲̝̮̤̠̍͗̌̓̆́̓̉̎̈́͊̊̕͜͠͠ ̶̢̡̧̨͖͕͉̞͖́̊͌͒̆̓͂̏̇̌̀͝͠ͅZ̴̛̗̙̜̻͆̅́͆̄͐̓͑̀̑̈̈́̚͝ö̶̬̝̘̯̬̝̰̙̼̜͉̠́̏̌͌̑͆̅m̴̡̞͚̲̬̦͈͖̝̼̩͒̐͆̂̓̈̂̎̀̚̕͝è̵̯͎̼̈́a̸̹̥̜̱͔̱̞͆̀́̓̉́̉̿̈́̈́͘͠͝ȓ̵̦̝̈͑̒́̇̑̒͑̏̐ō̶̢̢̱̗͔̟̟̦͈̭̺̮̻̲̑̾̅͊̂̐̔͊͋̒̚͝͝n̸̜̺̯̪̟̪̙̎͒̇̓͆ͅ ̷̨̓̉̇̾͠
h̶͔̠̦͎͓̯̩̞̟̘̍̂̑̈́͑̋͐͒̆̂̑͗͊a̵̻̬͍̮͔͙͔͒̂͂̊̽̀̽̿̓́̒̄͊̈̃͜ș̷̬͍̭̳͔̖͊͐̓͐́͛̽͗͑͘ ̷̧̜͚͕͙̻̣͖̻͔̘̾̂̌̋͛̇͗̏͠͠p̶̦̃͘͝ṟ̷̘̭̳͙̺̜̝͕̎͗̽̅̆͛̊̏͠͝ǫ̵̨̩̜̦̺̦̪̣͙͉̭̹̪̍̉͐̾͌́̎͆̇̈́̌̚͘v̴̻̬̣͆̊̈̈͒́͊̓͑̂͛̕͠͠î̷̡̹̦̭͎̦͙̙̹̥̘̦͛̒̎̄̓̏͗̿̇ḏ̴̡̫͈̇̈́̈́̄̄̂̋͜͠e̵̢̡̡̙̠͍̤̼̣͚̰̪̱̊͂̏̈̇̎̈́̑̅̾͒̿̇̚͜͝d̸̡̢̧̡͎͍̜͚͍̠̺͕̅̏͋͌͒͆͒͐̏̀͊͘͝ͅ,̸̧̹̩͎̥̩̗̏̔̾̂͂̈́̈́̄͆̕̚͜ ̴̲̈́͋̎̏͊͘v̴̡̧̙͇̭̼͉̠̥̜̈́̊͊̂͂̍͗͑͛͐̾̃̄ͅô̶̢͖̞̳̱̬͉͕͚̯̝̝͇̹̙̅̆͒i̷̡̤̪̜̼̊̐̈́̈̈̌̆͑̈̈́̈́͊͘̚͝d̴̥̞̺̙̮̙̻̺̜̻̮̝̋̂͋́͒͒̀͗͠ͅ
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m̸̖͓̰̰͓̒̔̋̀̄̄̃̋͘ͅͅ
a̸̢̧̠͚̹̜̋̉͌̐̿́̋͠͝g̶̳̬̼̘̃͑̀i̵̡͔̥̩̳̭͓͈̤̫̹̻̠͚̾̑͜ć̴̜̮̠̲̗̪̮͈̠͛͐͊̈̆̉̍̓̍̃̿͠͠ ̷̠̜͖͈̪͓̄̓͑̔̎͂̈́̑̅͝͝c̵̘̩̝͉̖̠̾̾̆̃̑͛ͅơ̸̧̮̞͔͕͚̹͕̤̏̈́̈͠n̶̠̺̳͔͙̔̔̃̋̋̏͆̈́̾̍̏̂̽̕͜͠ś̸̨͇͕͕̈̓̓͛̔͝ů̵͎̆m̶̧̢̪̻͖͕̠̥͙̪̻͖̫̳̆̈́͂̒͐̃̓̀̚͠ȩ̵̛̭̦̹̖̼̞̹͚̬̞̹̔̀̓̋̓ḋ̸̨̛̖̮̝̘̜̘͉̟͖̫͉̤̏́͆ ̵̢̛̼͂͛̎͐̔̽b̷̨̭̱̱̻͔͌̈́͐̆̍̓͒͋̓͘͜͝y̸̦̌̋̌́͗̆͌͒͐̽͆̓͗͠ ̸̙͚͆́͛͗̇̃̐̉̈́͛̽̕͝
ṯ̸̥͈͚̻̳̜̈́h̸̝͈̮͕̣̭̘̜̬̖̿ḙ̸̡̱̫̖̟̠̞̭̯̖̱̹̅̉͂̆̑̌̉̓͠ ̶̧̻͚̻̟̜̜͇̭̞́̇͊̂̈́̇̐̈̓͋̒͘͜ͅl̸̛͎̲͕̈́̋̏̏̊͌̀̈̔e̷̹̯̦̙̹̠͓̲͛̈́̀̐͒͛̚͜ͅs̸̢̛̬̺̪͑̓́̄͑̚͘s̶̢̬̰̗͚̳͈̱̱͚͈͕͙̯͑͂͋e̷̢̨̬͔̜͍̳͈̦̲̲͓͚͍̞̐r̶̻̩͙̤͎͓̦̅̏̈́̾͝͝-̴̖̻̼̮́̾̆͊͆̑̀͊̐̏͋͘͘͠ķ̷̩̠͈̱̙̭̰̳̮͉͑̎̾̌͆̄̃̋̀͆̂͑̚͠n̷̝̥̩͔̤͎͙̜̩̥̈́͐͌̈̿̽ͅơ̸̫̩̙̻̞͖̋̈́̓̓̃̄͜w̷̠̞͍͂͝n̴͚̣̩̤̰̰͝ ̷̧̨̢̜̰̬̹̟̼͍̣̌g̸̨̨̛͙̣͖̲̣͉͈̖̼̩̀͗̉̈̈́͊̽̉͗͜͜ó̷̦̘̲̣̭̞̰͎͉̗̮̣̩̔d̸̞̖̾̋̏̋̊̿̃̿̓͑͜ͅ ̴̖̒͛̽̽̿͛͛̈͑͠o̵̢̬͉̹̊̀̍f̴̧̧̢̡̧̯̖̘̳̦͓̪̖͔̄̒̑̍͘ ̷̝̻̤̎̄̌̋̾̀̀̑ẗ̴̗̪͍̻̺́̎͆͐̇h̴̡̩̺͓̮͍̹͉͛͒͆̏̾͐̈́̽͛͆̂͒͠͝é̶͇̩͠ ̶̧̧̲̼̭͖̜̝̫̝̘͗̂͛̓̀̋̽͌͊̊̄̎̚ͅȕ̷̳͌̈̒̆͒̒̓̇͑̀͘͝͝n̶̡͙̗̻̝̝͖̠͙̟̋ͅd̶̜̦̯̦̭̬͈̝͍̫͎̦̈́̈́̈̌̾͜͜ͅ
ė̷̡̛̞̝̻͎̳̠̖̺͕̥̪͉̩͆̃̈̈́͒͛̈́̔͛̕̚r̵̨̰̞͓̲̫̫̮̩͍͕̟̻̥̊͆́̓̈́͘͜͝w̴̡̲͔̠̬͍̦̉̃͋̽ͅö̸̖̘͖̪̖͓̯̦̖̼͚͖͚̞́̀̓̓́͛͂͛̄̄r̸̜̂̎̔̃͊̀̉̌̀͊́͘͘l̶̛͉̬̰̓̍̈̕ḏ̷̟͉̲͎͇͓͚̺͕͍̤̯̈͗̉̎̀͊̄͝ ̴̨̛̳̯͉̻͕̲̬̜̞͇̝͙͎́́͒̂̌͂͐̈́́̈́̓͌͝ā̶̢̝̠̳̬͂̔̄̐̂̉̄́̄̄̑̚͝͝n̷̨̘͈͚͚̩̞̘̦͇͊͗̊ͅd̶͖̹͍̯̬͕̯̺͎̙̀͋̾̈̅͒͊͂͘͘͠ ̵̨̢͕̣̯̳͕͔̳͍͇̻̱̠͛̍͊̽̃̂̉͜t̶̡̨̼̻͓̮͉͕̻͔̼͔̒̎̔̎̾͠͠͝ḩ̸̡̙̱̣̞͚̼͖̹̔̏͆͂̍̔̓̀̀̚͘͘͝͠e̸̢̧̬̮̋̾̈́ ̸̛͔̼͍̲͚̠̞̙͚̠͗́̔̾̆ṃ̷̨̹͓̋̋̈́̋i̷̧̟̭̬̥̙̣͈͇͙͖͔͋̎͜l̴̮͓̘̎̒͌͠͝i̶̧̧̥̯̻̺̹̦͖͖͆̍̇͋͐̑ť̶̞͈̰͍̳͕̬́̍̎̆͜ǎ̴̢͇̼̼͇̗̯̯̠̣̳̱̂̎͜͝ŗ̵͕̼͕͍̩̜͐̽̅̃̓ͅy̴̙̝͙̺͙̰͚̮̠̔͛̒̍̉̊͠ ̸̝͎̇͆s̷̲̺̿̑̎̑̅͗̀̒́̾͆͑̑͠ť̵̝̼̯̂̈̕͝ͅͅr̸͔̹͕̘̻̥̈̆̈̀̈́͑̂̂͊̆̕ư̵̛̹̦̓̃́͒̚c̶̨͇͍͍͚̯̖̺̻̀̾͠͝ͅt̸̡͈͎̲̲̱͉͖̹͕̝̤̄̑̂̋̑̄͘ų̷̼̤̞̻͓̣͚̺͉̟͇͔̟̮͂́̇̓͂͑̾͂͘͝ŗ̶̨̛͓͕͖͙͓̘͖̣̱̖́̆̊̉̇̈́̒̈͂̃͒̇͘ͅȩ̷̪͉̖̮̲͎̤̙̹̼͒͛̿̑̇ͅ ̶̺̭̈́̆̎͂̎̃́̂̋͗̊ö̷̖̫̙͎̝̱͔͇̩̖͚̥́͆̎̀̽̔̑͂ͅf̶͉͓̮͓͙̺͙̓͛̍͗̍̎͊̔͌̍̃̔̽̍͝ ̶̡̨̥̳̦̲̱̳̞̞̃͗̔̓́̀͆̓͐͐͒̋̏ḩ̸̮͙͉͖̙͓͓͕̹̺̉̓͜͜͝ͅͅȇ̵̡̢̢̪̞̖̍̒̓͒̈́̔̀̌̐͝l̴̹̙̋̍̋͆̈́̈́̔̈́͑͋̇͘͝͠l̵̨̨̢̖̼͎̘͇̄͒͑͗̆̈́̈́͆̊͋͊͘ͅ ̷̧̨͔̝̗͓̱̈́́̏̋̓ͅw̸̯̲̗̗̠̖̘̏͋̔̓͑͛̽͐͊̄̀̈́̕͠h̴͚͎̠̿̌̋̊̀͜ͅī̶̢̛̛̠̭͈̲̺̞̘͓̪̺̟̰̙̫̍̂̓͂c̴̛̺̘̒̓̇̄̇̄̓͝ḧ̶̪̤͙̯̭̠̝̩́̋͌̈̉̅̈́̾̎̇̕̚ ̷̨̡͚̹͕̙̦̦̙̮̖̩̼̅͐̓̓̿̒̌̉͑̌͂̀͝͠ẁ̶̧͍̮̼̝̜͍̺̙͙̥̦̈́̑͊̔͊̎͘̚͘͘͜e̴̢̺̖̖̳̿ ̷̨̛̰̫̩̼̖̬̼̹͍͓̙̜̩̅̂̀̈͆̑́̉͘̕̚͜͠͝
p̴̹̗̻͕̘̻̪͖̹̀́͗̍̌̕͝r̵͍̼̋͝ḛ̴̙͉͆̏̉͐̋̉̅̏̋̀̑͘͘s̵̢̞͚͂̉̓̅̊͘͘ę̴̳̩̝̥͂͊̄́͋̇͊̃͑̈́͘n̷̨̧͓͈̗̮̩̠̺͉̹̙̙̜̝̽̈́̕̚t̶̡̛̜̟̯͚̫̰͈͖̗̟̆̀̀̋̓͋̍͑́̆̃̌̚͠ͅ ̸̣͚͎̝͉̈́͒̾̚͝ť̸̠̹̎͝h̵̻͔̖̑̀̔͒͛͋̃̍̐̆į̷̰̤̞̺̆̿̽͜s̴̛̩̝̰͕̟̱̯̘̦͇̭̗͌̿̅̇̋́́̎̿̈́͆͑̉̊ͅ ̵̛̛̠̥̺̥̜͑̂̓̆̓͋̈́̾ţ̴̭̦̊̌̓̍͂͝͠ͅw̶̢͍̦̦̩̰̩̺̥͙̼̻̽͛̾̾̾̅͠͝o̵͓̼̲͍͕͓̺͔͛̉͋̾̒͛̈̈̔̚ͅ ̴̨͓̰̲̖̤̘̖͚͓̙̦͆̔̌͠î̵͈n̴̼͓̳͇͕̞͚̤̪̳͆͆̀̓͐̍͆͠ ̷̞̰̦̅́͗̉̓̃̿́̉́̾͑̕̕͘o̸̩̍͊͗̾̅̋̓f̷̯̝̈́̒͛͌̉̌̿f̸̧̡̢̲͈͔͇̯͇̹̹̻̯̘̅̅͗̏̃̓̈́͑͂̀̚͝͝ȇ̸̛̙͈̯̎̄̿̈̊͝r̵̬̱͕̜͖̜̗͋̀́͂̊̀̈́i̷͈͎̐̈́͗͘n̵̢̻͕̪̝̟̻͐͗͊̀̉͘ǵ̷̼͕͉̳͚͕͔̠͙͕͋̀̅̄̽̒̇̚͘͝͝ ̵͍̩̰̺̉͊̾͛͑̐̑̅͐͐̈̓͂͜͝f̶̡̧̛̲͔̜͔̬̯̈́̔̆̉̍̐͝ơ̴̪̿͌̍͋̏̓̕̚͝r̴̛̖͉͚͎̂̈̓́̓̏̀̕͠ ̸̡͈͙͍̗̩̳̩̪͂͋̂͑̆̌̓ǫ̶̨̺̮̯͔͆̇̈́̆͆̒u̶̜͙̩͑̍̏͐͌̊͂̄̽̎̀͘̚ŕ̸̛̯͙͇̌͆̓̆̅̾̾͆̓͂̈́́ ̸̲̩̳̰̄̓̉͆͊̂̚̚͝ͅs̶̛͔̙̘̺͈̼̹̔̑̉̏̅̇͌̔͌͐͘͝͠t̶̆̀̂͠ͅr̵̨̹̽͒̋̉̆͝ṳ̷̢͈͚̐͌̑̾̔́̍̆͌͐͝c̷̨͇͕͕̩͗͋͛̇̓̾͒͠t̷̞̣̰̳̻̪̰̓̈́̑̋̒̿͒́̽́͐́̍̋͘ͅư̴̠̰͕̫͕̏̾͆̽̆͊́̓̇͋̾̒̎r̸̡̛̗̆͊̇̓̅̽̍̓̓͋͐̕͝é̶̯̐͋̄ ̴̧̯̖͙̼͉̼̬̱̈́͜w̶̨̼͇͓̰͉̉͌̈́̍̆͝í̴̯̻͖̌̈̐͌̃́͋̇́͠t̵̜̺͙͕͍̰̗̹̱̳̥͍̿͑̋͋̉̋͑̂̚̚͘͘͘͠
h̷̙́͛̓̍̿̓̓ĭ̵̛̻̼̯̜͉̏̊̐̋̾̒̓͂͘̕̕͝n̴̡̡̲̮͉͇͉̘͙̜̹̲͇̯̥̓̾̎̔̓̓̚.̵̳̀͑̈́̽͑̾̊͂̕͠ ̵̧̟͎̯̝̦͓̤̺͉̲̅̉̓̿ ̴̧̠̻͙̬͚̟̟̺͉̯̰̠̠̏̃̅͌̌͌̔̎̿̂̃͘͝ ̴̛̛̻̜̝̱̜̅̋͐̄̑̓̾̐ ̵̛̲̰̎̈́̈́̓̀̃̄̇̅"
That thing suddenly started mumbling something under its breath.
It was incomprehensible.
Sybil, can you translate that?
It continued. As it moved very ever so slowly towards us.
I don't like this - I don't like this at all!
>Analyzing.
.
.
.
>Unknown.
What?! That can't be, you know every language ever to have existed.
>Void speak is one of the few languages not currently in my database.
>I can surmise the creature is doing some sort of incantation spell; with the intent of killing.
Neso first.
Neso started fidgeting, gasping for air, it was like he was trying to get out of his own body.
Red tears ran down his face.
He couldn't speak, he couldn't scream, his voice muffled.
>Incantation at 90%
Suddenly the creature moved fast, almost abnormally so, it was inches away now from Neso, and it's fingers became like claws.
"No - No - I don't want this!"
"Syibil DO SOMETHING YOU USELESS PIECE OF TRASH!"
I was pulled down into the ground, my soul left my body, and I entered a pitch-black dark room.
I could see stairs leading nowhere, and everywhere all at once.
Like an Escher painting.
A hand grabbed my shoulder from the darkness.
"Hello," the voice said. I felt a chill run down my spine, its voice creaky and weird, its hand had elongated nails, and I felt like its eyes wouldn't be in the right places.
Like a chameleon.
There was something not normal about this place, its energy was dense and dark, and there was something malignant about this place.
"I can umm… see…" he laughed uncomfortably, he weirdly bit his lips. "You're in a tiny little bit of trouble… friend," he said that last part weirdly.
He breathed down my neck, his pinch was almost uncomfortably strong.
"Who are you?" I asked scared out of my life.
"Me?! Little old me?! I'm no one!" his mannerisms were coming through, he was trying too hard to be likable. His voice tone spelled hypocrite. "Just someone passing through,"
He wasn't letting go of me.
"Do you want your little pussycat friend to die?!" he finally exclaimed. That was enough to try and jolt me to see him face to face, but his grip just strengthened.
"STAY!" he said, with a forceful voice, I felt some type of mana being used, but couldn't tell what type, how to see it, or how to control it.
"It's not used," said the man holding me. His voice and tone changed. It was like a completely different personality.
How did he know I was trying to see mana?
I couldn't move my body.
"Here's the thing about void magic, little one, the void can only work against void, especially from someone like Z- Shut up! - Stupid! Stupid! You're so stupid!" the man started hitting himself.
"Hey it's okay, you don't have to do that," I said trying to calm him down.
He stopped and started laughing manically.
"You won't survive down in the void…" he finally exclaimed.
Sybil please just get me out of here
I started ascending.
I then began to understand.
I looked back at the man.
My suspicion was true, his face was distorted, and his eyes weren't quite right. He had a permanent smile, it was super creepy.
He looked like a demon. His eyes shone bright colors, and suddenly hands started flying towards me, disjointed hands, millions and millions of them, they flew in weird ways, not following any one pattern in particular. All coming towards me.
"Come back here! We're not done!" he shouted.
I've seen them before.
Just before communing with the tree gods, before I arrived on Cronus I was a slime.
Had all of that been part of the void?
I should just trust Sybil and fly towards the light.
I opened my eyes and there I was, with Neso and the creep about to slash his throat.
Time had almost frozen but not quite.
Sybil; Start a new program; Call of the Void.
Chaos ensued inside my head, I was one step away from understanding all the primordial secrets of this universe, and at the same time, I felt like if I touched them, I would lose every single part of my humanity.
>Generating a new program
>Success
>Activating
>Call of the void
>Insight Gained
>Taboo Level Increased
>All World Secrets Revealed
The madness stopped.
Time moved again, now it was the creep who couldn't move.
Spikes started appearing from inside its body, one after the other, it went on for far too long, then it slumped towards the ground, and threw its head towards the sky, its eyes started flaming with fire, sparks flying everywhere.
It was going mad.
Finally, it stopped, and a spike grew out of its mouth.
It had died completely.
It started rotting away almost instantly, its bones shattered, and parts of itself fell from its body.
Until it was only chunks and pieces of itself.
>Terror has been removed from the party.
>Disengaging battle mode.
Neso had looked at all of what had happened with open eyes, his breathing was back to normal, but I could see there was some anxiety still.
"It died…" he said. "It's dead!" he exclaimed.
"That - That was void magic," he said pointing fingers at me, I turned back into a slime out of the way he said it.
I wanted to cry.
"I didn't have a choice," I said under my breath.
"Did you - Did you see the void?" he exclaimed.
"I did, it was hell," I said sobbing, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. That whole situation had been so stressful.
"What about the madness?" he said.
"I dealt with it," I explained through heavy breaths.
Finally, Neso gave out and embraced me just giving me one big hug.
"You did it for me, didn't you?" he said softly, sitting on the ground, now a soft hay of grass.
"I had to," I said burying my face in pecs.
"You should have just let me die," he said
"How could I do that? After all, we've been through," I said fuzzing with my arms on his chest, throwing small punches that did little to no damage. "You're more than my teacher, you're my friend!" I explained.
"Is a friend more important than a teacher in the human world?" he asked with literally no ill intent.
"Of course! Friends are the teachers of life!" I exclaimed.
"Then let's be just that - let's be friends," he said with a warm embrace and smile.
He put me down softly and gave a small gasp.
"What is it?"
"You're body, there's a cloud inside of it," he said. I was instantly alarmed and looked for a mirror within the grass, a small patch of water that I could see myself reflected.
Neso was right, inside me was a dark patchy cloud, a remembrance from the void.