Memories (Spoilers)
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Memory: Devourer
Memory Description:
[And there was darkness... Corruption and filth swallowing everything. The Cage of the -Unknown- weakened. Among the unholy forces, there were four—most terrifying, harrowing, and overwhelmingly powerful.
Origins Of Disasters and Sworn enemies of the Gods…
The Four Horsemen rode, and wherever they went, calamities followed. Conquerors ravaged realms, and that led to wars. Wars bred hunger and Hunger led to death... Until nothing remained.]
Rank: Divine VII
Memory Type: Tool
Enchantment: [Conquest]
"The Will to Forge One Who Conquers Them All."
Enchantment: [War]
"Devourer can gain characteristics of mystical Artifacts and Materials it absorbs. By synthesizing absorbed artifacts, you can create the Seven Deadly Relics of devastating power."
[First Slot: Satan]
Enchantment: Impaler – A spear that strikes with death.
Enchantment: Soul Piercer – A spear that pierces the soul itself.
Enchantment: Striker of Heavens – A spear that splits the skies.
[Second Slot: Leviathan]
Enchantment: Flaming Sword – Burns and purifies all that is impure.
Enchantment: Catastrophe – Destruction in its purest form.
Enchantment: Nourishing Flames – When fully charged by using souls as fuel, can heal any wound.
[Third Slot: Pandora's Box]
Enchantment: Evil – The box contains malice, despair, and corruption.
Enchantment: Miracle – The box contains the power of change, a gift capable of creating miracles.
Enchantment: Ark – The box can become anything its user desires.
[Third Slot:] ???
[Fourth Slot:] ???
[Fifth Slot:] ???
[Sixth Slot:] ???
[Seventh Slot:] ???
Enchantment: [Hunger]
"Allows its master to devour up to seven abilities. Hunger can fuse abilities to create new, more powerful ones. However, the abilities must be compatible, or the results will be unpredictable."
[First Slot: Lightning]
[Second Slot: Seasnake]
[Third Slot: Seed Of Life]
[Fourth Slot: Gigantification]
[Fifth Slot: Frostbite]
[Sixth Slot: Swamp]
[Seventh Slot: Hurricane]
Enchantment: [Death]
"Created from the remains of a long-extinct Soul Serpent And Sinister Shadow, it carries the Will of Death itself."
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Memory: Omnitool
Memory Type: Tool
Rank: Ascended I
Memory Description:
[And they work, work, and work.... Until they die.]
Enhancement: [Shaper]
"Liquid Metal changes it's shape according to its User's will."
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Memory: Akashic Records
Memory Type: Tool
Rank: Divine I
Memory Description:
[A sea of towering black pillars stretched endlessly into the horizon, each as wide as a fortress, resembling the fossilized remains of titanic beings long since turned to stone. These monolithic sentinels loomed skyward in mournful silence, their dark forms piercing the heavens like the fingers of dead gods. And at the heart of this ancient forest of obsidian stood something far more magnificent—
A Tree of impossible grandeur, its trunk wider than mountains, its roots plunging deep into the abyss of existence itself. It was The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil, a sacred and forbidden monument that had borne witness to the rise and fall of eternity. Even as countless wars raged across the heavens and hells, as gods clashed with daemons in battles so fierce they shattered reality itself, this primordial entity remained unmoved, its cosmic branches stretching across the firmament, holding within them the sum total of all wisdom, all secrets, all history.
For this was the Heart of the Heart God's Divine Realm.
But knowledge was never immune to corruption.
When the Great Corruption swept across the Realms like an all-consuming tide, devouring the very foundations of existence and plunging entire worlds into oblivion, even this magnificent Tree began to wither. Its once-luminous leaves dulled, its branches sagged beneath the weight of forgotten truths. The Dream Realm, that abyssal maw of hunger and madness, reached forth with insatiable greed, and one by one, the Realms fell, swallowed by eternal nothingness.
Above the clouds, at the peak of the Tree, something stirred.
An Eye of Omniscience—unblinking, infinite, knowing—opened amidst the dying canopy, piercing through the fabric of fate itself to glimpse beyond the veils of past, present, and future. And what it saw was prophecy in motion:
It beheld the rise and fall of empires, the tides of blood-drenched wars where gods, daemons, celestial lords, and mortal champions perished alike. It saw a future where only one Realm endured, where a Radiant Star burned defiantly against the dark, filling hearts with a desperate longing for salvation. It saw a Sinister Shadow, a harbinger of death, carving his path through history. And it saw a Vengeful Prince, wreathed in fire and vengeance, ascending to the Throne of War.
Yet beyond all this, beyond even the collapse of time and fate, the Eye fixated upon something far more terrifying—
The Throne of Void.
Deep in the abyss of the endless cosmos, where galaxies were mere grains of dust and nebulas swirled like dying embers, where reality trembled upon the precipice of nothingness, a throne of unfathomable dread loomed.
And upon it sat The King of Space-Time.
A being both majestic and monstrous, adorned in celestial horror. His form was shrouded in inky blackness, glowing with amethyst light, his body reflecting the very essence of the cosmos itself. Scaled and terrible, his razor-sharp claws extended like celestial scythes, and behind him floated six spectral arms, each frozen in an arcane gesture—symbols of Space, Time, Change, Void, Error, Chaos and Order. Patterns together creation Wheel Of Samsara on his back. His wings, vast and skeletal, unfurled like the shattered remnants of a fallen god's glory, composed of obsidian bones and ethereal night, swallowing starlight and reflecting infinity.
But it was his eyes that defied reason.
Not on his face—for his visage was a void—but scattered across his entire being, countless, lidless, watching. And though his true mouth remained unseen, his body was riddled with countless maws, each screaming in a cacophony of madness, uttering profane whispers, forgotten truths, and cursed revelations.
Then, as though sensing the presence of the Tree of Knowledge, every eye upon his body snapped open at once.
And in that moment, all his screaming mouths fell silent.
A single voice—distorted, fractured, composed of a thousand overlapping tones—rang out. Some voices were like that of a child's laughter, others deep and guttural, others still eldritch, beyond the comprehension of mortals. Yet together, they harmonized into a singular utterance:
"I see you..."
The Tree shuddered.
In its final moments, knowing the end had come, it closed its eye.
It did not resist. It did not struggle. It simply accepted its fate, for oblivion was the natural enemy of memory.
And in its dying breath, it bore a single beautiful, luminous fruit—a vessel of knowledge left behind for the one who would inherit its legacy.]
Enchantment: [Heart's Archive]
"Allows the user to access the Records of the past, present, and glimpses of possible futures—though knowledge always comes at a price."
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