As the entity that had once been the Oni That Was crawled from the cinders of the despair that once took her, Ochazuke slowed for a moment to draw deeply his breaths as he beheld her. Besides the heat and light, the strange, cosmic tone struck form the impact reverberating across the world had momentarily numbed all his bodily senses. And yet despite it all, somehow, he'd known the result had been worth the risk.
"Ashes rendered from brittle bodies, impure slags molten, cast to vapours. But whatsoever the quantity it takes, that which the flame does not consume, it changes," he said, turning his view to the Elemanti planet above. "This time, it is the Archon Lasair whose lesson you inherit."
Ochazuke gripped the
Forger's Hammer with both hands, for he felt an incredible weight pon them. Despite what he'd done with the help of Zaofan and Jack, what they'd managed was dulled by the sensation he'd felt when he'd reached across the Cosmic Leyline.
"Much the same, this is all a game to them," he said. "Sakin's toyed with innumerable lives as though he could cast them off or make them currency in his fell wager. In an instant, on nothing more bit a whim, he's brought the end to hundreds of worlds."
Drawing a breath between his teeth, a low hiss accented it subtly. Drawing upon whatever energy he remained, he put his focus once again behind the hammer.
"Why would a God of Rebirth upon his Forsworn throne sworn to his truth strike down those he'd taken such pains to speak his promise to? Though his might is great and his powers vastly beyond anything since the creation of this universe, therein lies the contradiction."
Expanding his consciousness through the planetary Genius Loci of Reshlan, Ochazuke then reached once more across the
Cosmic Leyline, carrying his sense sublime across the familiar paths wrought by the Guardians' Network and the pitted calamity where Sakin had fallen his hand.
"A cruel manner of a godly way, nothing more than an obfuscation of the truth,
cheh! If this is divinity without ideals, there can be no faith but what is offered, and rather than be penitent to spare his wrate, they rejected Sakin! Yet if he sought to silence their dissention, it's already too late."
Whatever had transpired, for good or ill, he'd nonetheless behold the entirety of the matter that spanned the stars. For the stubbornness of mortals and guardians had been notorious for along time now. It is nigh impossible to crush people who still have a spirit, and through the losses that echoed throughout the ages, this was a story he and his martial brethren on Earth had rewritten before.
Hundreds of planets had died, their souls departed. And yet the voices of those who believe in something higher - something more - than themselves, their very
will, fed into the spark of
Heka roaring like an unquenchable fire spreading across all the universe. And so long as there are those that hear them, much like the memories of Cleos held by the Palantine, that would never fade. Not as long as there was somebody to hear them.
Fanning the spark of
Kikojutsu once more, in exchange for a portion of the time he'd had remaining in this live, Ochazuke lift the hammer skyward and rallied the
Heka Flow of the Universe to their group upon a fixed point.
世界軸: 螺旋
Sekai Jiku: Rasen [Axis Mundi: Spiral]
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Sekai Jiku: Rasen! Gathering the living wills of the cosmos where they stand in Etrina's temporal maelstrom unbound by Fate, Ochazuke seeks to amplify the voices of Universe 15! The legacy of the Palatine Cleos draws upon the
hope of the universe to empower the group with the
willpower to act upon it!