350. The Concept of Radiation (III)

ʜᴏᴜʀs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ…

Zane sat cross-legged in the bone-white zone and meditated, feeling the war raging through his body. The uncanny ominous winds blasting him full-force, hour after hour.

He'd begun to enjoy it, strangely.

The fallen star core sat not a dozen steps away.

One heartbeat, two, three…

His eyes snapped open, and something in his dark eyes seemed to shine.

He was still swamped in radiation—but it flowed around him now, not through him. Like a white-water river crashing around a stone.

He stood and strode straight for the core.

Those fierce winds kept blasting him, stronger and stronger the closer he got, howling in the astral plane. And Zane heard in that sound an element of Destruction. A faint whisper of it—but it was there.

Still, its power couldn't seem to touch him.

It was almost as though it didn't dare. The way a hound knows not to bite its master.

Soon he was standing right in front of it. He reached out a hand.

His skin shivered and cracked as he did, but he frowned and did not stop. He pushed through until he made contact with the stone.

At that moment, he felt a jolt run through his body, his soul. Something electric.

A single note rang out in the Astral Plane, like the chime of a gong.

And it was done.

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕕!

𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕡𝕥 𝕠𝕗 ℝ𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

He let out a deep breath, pleased.

Held out a hand and summoned a hint of Solar Flare. A new aura flowed around it, leaving little cascading cracks in the air, mesmerizing; faint and warbling and mysterious, like an aurora. He knew most of its power came subtly, invisibly, blasting in the Astral Plane.

𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕕!

ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕖 [𝕄𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔+ (ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟)] -> ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕊𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝔽𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕖 [ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟 (ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕝)]

He closed his fist.

He turned his gaze toward the ground and let a bit of his domain out.

Turned his intent toward it.

Instantly he saw new fissures running through it.

He knelt down. Gave the biggest seam a tap.

The ground collapsed in an instant. Disintegrating to ash—and when the shaking settled, it looked like some god had scooped out a canyon of pale earth. You could see how deep the radiation struck—the stone changed as it went deeper and deeper, hollowing out the plate, striking into bubbling bursts of magma thousands of feet down—and beyond.

He crossed his arms as he examined it.

He nodded.

If he could do that with a tap now… he was imagining what he'd do with a full-powered fist. He figured only a handful of Minor Gods alive—maybe a handful who'd ever existed—could stand against him now.

Nice.

He shut off his domain. Clamped down the lid, sealing off the worst of the Radiation.

He would only see its true power in battle. But he'd have plenty of chances to test it once he was out on safari with the Barbarian Sage, braving the Desolate Wastes to get his Sacred Bone. And that'd come pretty soon. His heart beat a little faster just thinking about it.

It was almost time to return.

Before that, though, he had just one last errand to run.

***

That night he ate a hearty feast to celebrate—plasma eels and rice bowls and a nearly million-year-old wine Reina had sent him off with, made of some heaven-grade grape treasures—all quite sweet and delicious. He slept well that night.

The next morning, he made for a garden in his manor. A simple stone garden with a single dais at the center. A place for him to meditate. The runes lining the walls made the space one of the most essence-rich places on Stormhaven. They blocked out all outside fluctuations in the Astral Plane, the way certain sealed-off rooms ensured silence.

It was made for him to find focus.

He remembered seeing that one True God Elder carried out on a stretcher earlier, crippled with soul winds. Remembered his Ragnos run, and how those ice monkeys, and that lich wizard, had broken through his soul defenses.

That didn't sit right with him.

It was time for a long-due tune-up.

He crossed his legs, took a deep breath, and called up the Red Moon Pagoda.

Its blurry shape appeared in his mind, rapidly solidifying…

It wasn't long before he sank into the vision.

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The Spirit of the Pagoda yawned. Its entire figure was translucent and tinged the crimson of the Red Moon Pagoda. Its form was that of a little old man rubbing its eyes. It hopped off its cot. Rubbed its eyes.

Ah, it sighed. He's back.

It girded itself for the meeting.

Truth be told, the Spirit had been having a fiendishly hard time coming to grips with its new Master. He'd found Zane to be… something else.

It'd decided to try a new tack with the man.

He might be a big brute who seemed quite oblivious to a number of basic things. The value of the treasure he possessed, for one. Or just how unusual he was. The last time he'd come, he'd walked through Emperor's Might—a Skill that was meant to be hellishly hard to master—in about half a day's time.

The Spirit had sat there for a few hours after, wondering if it was the crazy one.

But now it had some dealings with Zane, it felt it had some grasp of him. It could work with him.

In some ways, it was a lucky thing the Red Moon Pagoda had fallen into his hands, the Spirit told itself. Sure, he could be rather rough around the edges. But if he was guided right—if he took the Pagoda seriously, and mastered all its powers—he could unlock its full potential. Even take it to greater heights.

Its legend in the Dragonspire Galaxy could rise again!

The Spirit brightened.

Yes—it was plainly obvious that Zane had a… rather mind-boggling… amount of potential in matters of the soul. He could become an unparalleled master of all manner of soul-skills, if he wished.

The Spirit's face twitched.

…If only he weren't so fixated on that punching business.

The Spirit wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry sometimes, thinking about it. Why had the Heavens chosen to endow such a massive soul to him, of all men? It was akin to awarding a legendary sword to a man, just to have him use it exclusively for chopping turnips.

It sighed.

It just had to nurture him. Yes. Some patience—that was all it needed. It dared to hope.

Soon enough, the big guy came through the front gates.

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖!

"I'm here for a tune-up," said Zane.

ℝ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, said the Spirit brightly. 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕠. 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕?

***

The Spirit led him up a long flight of stairs, humming as it went.

𝕀 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕥 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝔾𝕠𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕨, said the Spirit. 𝕊𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕙𝕚𝕥 𝔸𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕖𝕥. 𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨.

The Spirit added that last bit hastily, and Zane nodded. "Sure."

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕕𝕒𝕪. ℕ𝕠𝕨 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝔸𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕥, 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℙ𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕒'𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣𝕤—𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕦𝕤 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕢𝕦𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤—𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦! 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕀 𝕘𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕣?

"Lead on."

And off they went.

First stop was the third floor. Its walls were emblazoned with stylized golden eyes that seemed to watch Zane as he moved. Bit eerie.

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕘𝕖, said the Spirit.

𝕄𝕒𝕪 𝕀 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕖… 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟'𝕤 𝔼𝕪𝕖! boomed the Spirit. Its voice suddenly got a good deal deeper. 𝔸 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜—𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕪 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣. 𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟𝕖-𝕠𝕟-𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕦𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖.

"Huh," said Zane. Sounded promising. "What does it do?"

𝕆𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕, 𝕚𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝟝𝟘% 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕪𝕫𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟 𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕞𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕫𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕗-𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕕, 𝔼𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕚 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥—𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣'!

The name floated right over Zane's head.

The Spirit flicked its sleeves, and a mirage shimmered into view.

It showed a wizened Red Moon Emperor stepping on a sea of white clouds, dressed in fancy crimson robes, embroidered with gold; standing across from him, floating on a mass of thunderclouds, was a huffing tiger-kin man, grasping sizzling orange thunderbolts in clawed fists.

Emperor Red Moon snorted—and a third eye opened over his forehead. The color of the Red Moon. He closed his eyes, held out his arms, furrowing his brow in full concentration.

The air began to twist and tremble. The tiger-fellow looked alarmed.

Enormous ghostly red chains flickered into being, shackling the tiger fellow in an instant. He tried bucking and roaring, but in seconds the chains had him up to the neck. The lightning-bolts, the thunderclouds, even the fellow's eyes—they all froze there, mid-air.

𝕋𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕗𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥? said the Spirit proudly. It admired the scene, hands behind its back. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕚𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕡! 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕟𝕠 𝔸𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕟 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖.

Zane considered it.

He was pretty sure no Ascendant would dare challenge him in battle already.

It seemed like a lot of effort just to have a shot at paralyzing someone of his power level.

It'd be easier to just smash them, he felt. He wasn't sure what creature at his power level could stand against him anyway. He usually fought up.

𝕊𝕠. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜? 𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝕜𝕚𝕕. The Spirit studied his face…ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕, 𝕠𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖.

"Not for me," he informed the Spirit.

A pause.

…𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝!The Spirit coughed. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕖. 𝕋𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟 ℙ𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕒, 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕀 𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕠𝕤 ℂ𝕪𝕔𝕝𝕖. 𝕎𝕖'𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖.

The Pagoda's fourth floor featured a technique called the 'Palm of Crimson Fury'. It let him palm-strike someone right in the soul from up to a half a Galaxy away. Its main draw seemed to be its sneakiness and range.

𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣!

But Zane felt he was more of a face-to-face guy. And the learning curve, the Pagoda said, would be a thousand years.

He was pretty sure it'd be somewhat less for him. But that was still a while. He figured he'd rather spend that time on his Concepts.

…𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥! The Spirit's beard twitched. It took a deep breath out of its nose. 𝕋𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕔𝕦𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕣. 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣—

Zane stopped the fellow there. "I'm here to tune up my shield."

ℂ𝕖𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕝𝕪, said the Spirit quickly. 𝕎𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕤 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕. 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕒 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕙 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕕𝕒'𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕒𝕝! 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕗𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣—

"Is it a shield?"

…ℕ𝕠.

"Please get me a shield. A bigger one."

A man only had so much time in a day. He was pretty sure spending it on things like Sacred Bones, or Radiation, made better use of his time.

He appreciated the offer, though.

A longer pause.

𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕪, 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣, said the Spirit. 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕚𝕒. 𝕀𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕖… 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘… 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣! 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤, 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕤—

"I don't care," Zane informed the fellow amiably. "I want a shield."

The Pagoda did seem to be a neat treasure. But he liked his fighting style now, and sneaky soul attacks weren't really his thing. He informed the Spirit that he mainly intended to use this thing whenever he got hit by a soul attack.

…𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕤 𝕚𝕥?

"Pretty much."

The Spirit pinched its nose and muttered a few things under its breath. Zane caught snippets like 'why do I even bother' and 'the Heavens are truly unfair,' and something to do with turnips.

He waited patiently for the fellow to finish. By the end of it, the Spirit looked rather deflated.

𝔸𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕖! It grumbled. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕙 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕣—𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟-𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 '𝔸𝕖𝕘𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪.'