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The Temple of Moruk

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Post by Fluxarc » Tue Feb 11, 2020 4:03 am

The Temple of Moruk

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The main cavern. Probably where most of the fighting takes place. It's roughly circular, big as twenty football fields combined (It was once the site of a thriving Aztec settlement, after all). At the center of the cavern is the main temple, surrounded on all sides by a misty chasm - with a natural underground lake about 200 feet below- some two hundred feet at its widest point, and about 90 feet at its most narrowest point. A single, very fragile rope-and-wood bridge leads over the misty chasm to the temple. Three narrow caves provide entrance into the cavern- one for each participant, at the Southeastern, Southwestern, and Northern ends of the cavern.


Temple of Moruk, Main Chamber
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This is the main chamber of the temple, accessible from a tall flight of steps leading up the temple face. Arrayed along the chamber are statues of past vessels of Moruk, great warriors of the Omatucai. And at the end of the chamber- large as a football field on its own- is the graven figure of Moruk itself, hooded and mysterious, an air of deep menace about it.







PROLOGUE


Leagues beneath a remote forest in South America lies the long-forgotten temple of a mysterious Aztec cult known only to a few keen scholars of history.

They were called the Omatucai.

And they worshipped the dark deity Moruk.

At the height of their power, the Omatucai would carry out a savage ritual at every full moon. Beneath a graven image of Moruk, the Omatucai's strongest warriors would gather for a bloody, cruel ritual scrimmage- a battle to the death.

When all but one warrior remained, this last brave would be sacrificed to Moruk, a vessel to enact the cruel god's wicked fury until the next ritual battle.

No one knows how or why, but, like a midnight flame caught in a great wind, the Omatucai vanished suddenly and completely.

Until today.

A team of explorers, stumbling upon the Omatucai's Great Temple, unwittingly awaken the slumbering god Moruk. Moruk consumes their minds, and the explorers tear at each other till they are all bloodied and dead. And then, its insatiable bloodlust unquenched, Moruk sends out tendrils of its twisted will, touching the minds of three warriors from three of the four spirit realms- A Death God, a Quincy, and a Denizen of Hell.

Taken by an inexplicable will, the warriors find themselves drawn to the temple, and there they go, unaware of the dark purpose which calls them- a battle to the death, a sacrifice of warrior's blood to awaken a dark god whose hellish will would cover every world in terrible darkness ...


Participants/ Posting Order- Aegis, Pheonix-chan, Flux-stuff

I guess the first posts will be how your character is drawn to the temple. And then ... whamma-bamma-kaboom!!! Well, before all that, once all characters have entered the cavern (main pic), all entrances will seal themselves. They will stay sealed until there is a victor, at which point Moruk will awaken, and attempt to consume the victor's soul. Only once Moruk has been defeated will the exits be unsealed.

I've put myself last on the posting order so hopefully my last spar gets reviewed and I can update my stats before making my first post. I think its best if we all include our stats in the first post (no links, if possible), just so if you'd like to update it down the line you can, and we'd still be able to review each other's profiles for this particular event.

So, now all that crap's outta the way. Ladies, gentlemen ... break a leg. Someone else's.





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Post by Aegis Raiu » Tue Feb 11, 2020 10:05 am

Quincy Stronghold :Main Palace Of Warhwelt
Lost in thought, while seated on an icy throne in a snowy winter castle was a calm looking old man with grey white hair, long white apparel and brown leather sandals. His name is Crimson Max and he was the Quincy Grandmeister, current guardian of the stronghold whilst the Emperor had his timed nap.

However, something tugged his mind and made him feel uneasy. He battled mentally with an urge, much like a call of duty to rid the world of more impurities than he'd ever done since time. It first felt like a choice but steadily became domineering and persistent with a vile, sinister aura enforcing it.

Suddenly, a orb-like manifestation of clear water became prominent in the room, wobbling and hovering in the epicenter as though a crystal mirror had been summoned. The old man assumed a curios posture as he watched his reflection and awaited any sudden changes, one which occurred a few seconds later by turning mud black and sucked in all living creatures in the room like a vacuum.
Human World:Temple Of Moruk
The old man had found himself before a temple of eerie vastness, filled with green miasma and protruding earthen structures. Evenmoreso, he felt the urge from earlier become a lot stronger and knew this place or someone, was beginning to mess with him.

Nonetheless, with the mindset that he could just leave and he quickly attempted to do so. Calling forth a massive pillar of light,[1] it decimated the surrounding earth and earthen protrusions within a 10m radius of himself, as it attempted to transport him back to his castle to no effect.

Unable to transport himself back, he was left with no options than to explore his surroundings and figure out why he was summoned here and whom is responsible for that.

He made his way across a thin wooden bridge and up a tremendous flight of stairs to meet three cave-like entrances.

He went straight ahead into the Northern exit.
[1]Himmelslicht: A Quincy ability to call down a portal in the form of a vertical pillar of light that can be used to travel between realms. Multiple Quincy focusing together can hold open a Himmelslicht for a longer period of time.

[Battle Summary]
Division
Wandenreich
RankSoul Level
Grandmaster55
Zanpakutou
The Belief
Powers & Abilities
Reiatsu [ S+ ]

I have now reached the true zenith of spiritual power. This level is so overwhelming that on its own that it can easily become a threat to all but the strongest fighters when fully unrestrained, when concentrated it's power could be even deadly when pit against inadequate defenses. At this point it seems as my reiatsu reserves have become vaguely limitless as even high level reiatsu techniques have become inconsequential to use.

Blut Arterie [E]

Unfortunately I sit a level indicative of someone who does no physical conditioning and not much of anything else. The concept of blut is totally nonexistent to me as I could be described as physically frail. Moving anything other than myself is a struggle. An attack using strength alone might knock down someone who is much smaller, but the damage would be minimal. Throwing objects in combat, while still being able to cause harm would be limited to something like a fist-sized rock.

Blut Vene [ E ]

I'm no more hearty than the average human. Even the most basic of attacks from someone of even meager strength would be enough to cause significant harm to their person.

Endurance [ S+ ]

Most would suspect I am a literal machine. The stamina reserves I carry are so incredibly vast that none have ever seen me tire. No matter the non-lethal wounds , no matter the effort expended, I seemingly will continue to advance without end. It would likely take moving heaven and hell to tire me out.

Reiatsu Control [S+]
I can completely hide up to S+ reiatsu.
Reaitsu channeling can produce full strength blasts with long range, using much less reiatsu in making them.
Blast strength is perfectly controlled.
Reishi Channeling is accurate, with excellent control and long blasts range
  • Channeling arrows now ranges 1-100 at a time
    Sankt bogen unlocked for users
    Arrow strength is fully controlled
    Arrows can create 5-15 meter wide craters
    Arrow form can be modified
    Spell casting is done at standard ginto cost
    Blut use is simultaneous
Weapon technique [ A ]

Expert no more, I am now recognized as a master of weapon's art. Masters are the best-trained with weapons, it's hard to grasp the concept of their feats. In fact, masters are so well versed with any kind of weapon combat that most moves can be executed to devastating effect, leaving little option for defense to any who are not at least equal in skill. They need only to pick up a weapon before they instantly become proficient in it. The first time they pick up a weapon, they can spar with masters, the first time they use a bow, they can hit bulls-eyes. Even magical, or other weaponry that they should not understand comes naturally to them. All of the basics and variations are applied with reflex-level spontaneity. Their understanding of any weapon allows them to wield it to a greater extent than even their bare arms. Even a miss comes with enough precision to graze the opponent's flesh. They know all of the art's theory and probably all of the advanced techniques, and begin to experiment with concepts to advance both. Their understanding of time, zone and balance allows them to attempt and recover from techniques that would leave a lesser artist dumbfounded. The opponent's anatomy and movements are an open book, with long range weapons they can hit smaller and distant targets as masters can instantly tag 3 rigorously running bush rat simultaneously half a city away while being blindfolded. With mid range weapons, they have complete control over how much force is used.

Hakuda [E]

At this level, I show a total lack of knowledge. I have no idea what I am doing. Any attack would be based on instinct and guesses. If a punch or kick landed, I would not be prepared for the impact and might sprain or break something. A miss would leave me off-balance or on my face. When only using this art, a return attack will almost always cause damage, because I wouldn't know how to defend myself. Hand-to-hand could still be used in desperation, but the damage to myself is likely to be as great as, or greater than, the damage to the opponent. Assuming that I can even land a hit.

Hierenkyaku [ S ]

Now being recognized as a Grandmaster, I have transcended all formal understandings of speed prior to this level. In fact, the extent of my capabilities is so great that most movements become difficult if not impossible to comprehend without complete focus. I have also been known to be capable of being at 5 places at once. These speed clones are indistinguishable from the my true self and mimic my movements, but they do not last long.

Epithet Mastery[D+]

2nd ability unlocked, 1st ability mastered.
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Re: The Temple of Moruk

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Post by PhoenixDayne » Tue Feb 11, 2020 1:53 pm

Ragmuir moved, pacing silently and steadily through the narrow stairs down the nether-universe. Old Flames Ragmuir, Eyes Of Timeless, the omniscient one, former lord and retainer of the nether-universe, he's treated a rank above even the demon-king and often times called the distant relative of the gatekeeper, Oz**s. So, he'd move?
"Depart through Asherm Route, for Moruk, your novel awaits you"
Though a whisper, there was an archaic depth and tone to that voice. Barely through the opened chamber doors that led to Seke's throne room(within the nether-universe), he tapped his staff softly against the concrete grounds and whispered in ancient, rasp voice. Ragmuir saw nothing but prophesies, trances and designated future. His reality perception had meshed so greatly with his foresight, he'd barely separate them anymore.

Down his spine, a chill travelled. Seke grew rather restless on the throne he once sat confidently and with great charisma. The faded pieces of forgotten memories slowly shimmered within his head and bonded together, filling his thought with a familiar yet distant scenery, these unknown memories made Seke's stomach wary. Strangely, Seke never ventured out into the dystopic lands, however, a strong yearning to visit this one blossomed, a strong desire he couldn't resist, a link he couldn't severe. The sudden surge of desire wasn't natural, it grew more intense by the fleeting moments, he wanted to confirm something, he wanted to confirm what these sceneries and memories were. He had never been there but yet, it felt like another home to him all too abruptly.

"Wh......"
Before he'd respond and question his abrupt appearance, Ragmuir sank back into his shadows and hazed away into the grueling darkness, leaving him stranded in overflowing thoughts and ancient memories as the words he formed clogged his throat and rendered him inaudible for a while.

"Open up, Ganthel. I've got no choice but to rid this feeling swiftly"
He ordered then mumbled to himself, sighing at every turn in a rather frustrated and agitated manner. He just couldn't figure out what these sudden memories were all about and if the answers laid within the depths of these sceneries, he might as well pay a visit to whatever or whoever toyed with his memories and no, it wouldn't be a mediation but rather, through a violent and forceful means. "What exactly does Old Flames know about this? Perhaps, is he behind this? Not like I don't entertain such surprise events but if I'm being toyed with by an imposter. . . Well, till the moment comes, even I can't tell what I'll potentially do"

The gehenna gate manifested before him and yanked open at once. It linked directly to the location of Asherm Route, the world tree - Yggdrasil. A tree whose branches connected worlds, and roots connected listless times from past and future. Shortly being sucked into the gehenna gate, Seke rolled over soft autumn leaves and dried branches, rustling the settled leaves as he appeared before the endlessly tall tree -Yggdrasil. On the spot where his roll ended, he felt his right arm clash against something metallic on the ground, while the sharp pain flourished from the collision, he appeared rather curious at what he made contact with. He sprang up, dusted the leaves off his body and approached the metallic structure without haste, fixing a curious stare at the leaf-covered metallic template. At yggdrasil's base, a template with several carvings and inscriptions was covered by fallen leaves and extending inactive roots. Clearing off the leaves to further examine it, a droplet of water fell onto the bead found at the top of the templatr, it caused a sudden spark to be reignited, litting the rims and inscriptions with sparkles of emerald lights. Seke startled at first, went down a knee with sparkling interested eyes, kneeling close to carefully and closely examine these inscriptions. These inscriptions were glyphs and symbols neatly and keenly carved, and vividly written so as not to lose form through the endless course of whiling time. These symbols and glyphs were no mere symbol, they were part of the several forgotten languages that couldn't travel through times, rather, they were substituted. At a first glance, the symbols and glyphs appeared strange and unreadable but with more memories born from the intense focus and keen eyes he set on the dazzling glyphs and symbols, Seke began to understand everything he saw and tapped carefully at intended symbols.

A flash across the small puddle of water around the template caught and set Seke's eyes above, staring inquisitively at the object that shot down from space. He caught a faint glint in the dark, cloudless sky, his face tightened, his eyes narrowed, trying to take in what this sudden glint could be but as time passed, this faint glint became bigger and brighter until it occupied every inches of Seke's eyes and Seke himself was unable to look above anymore. The spire of light, that was once a faraway glint, ensphered Seke and transported through dystopic and forgotten lands, some of the lands he saw in his memories, while some new to his eyes. He was completely absorbed and taken in by how strangely calming and nostalgic these fleeting sceneries he was felt, still, he hasn't visited these lands once.
Just as he continued to marvel within the odd beauty of the dystopic lands, the transportation ended and he was ejected out forcefully before a tunnel entrance at the southeastern part, which at the outer-end, had a questionable aura to it. But with literally zero care in the world, Seke took his first step and continued his walk into the cavern.

Level: 53

Powers & Abilities

Reiatsu [S]


I as I am now, I sit in a realm thought to be the pinnacle of spiritual power. This power is so immense that even Captains feel small by comparison. Titanic would be the best to describe my spiritual strength, where even high-level spells feel almost inconsequential to use. At this point, my full power would be oppressive even to those at a great distance. It would take significant suppression efforts to prevent my presence from being known to all as soon as I appeared on scene. With enough control my reiatsu alone is could used to near lethal effect when focused, without control my presence alone is enough to cause significant harm to anyone unable to resist it.

Strength [S]


Truly terrifying. If but to keep things simple, that would be the only way to describe my power as it is now. Feats like breaking down mountains, picking up giants, destroying sections of cities seems paltry now. I've gained so much strength that even meteors would crumble before me. I could reshape a landscape with a single punch, and would be questionable if any but the strongest could resist such terrifying might. Throwing something as heavy as the Antonov An-225 could be effective in combat, though almost hilariously easy.

Durability [B]


I am now showing signs of being a defensive force to truly be reckoned with. Mid-tier attacks can be handled with relative ease, to an extent, while minimally impacting my ability to carry on.

Endurance [B]


Being well above average in terms of endurance, I could definitely last all night long before breaking a sweat. A moderately high level of high intensity action would most likely slow me down.

Demonic Authority [C]


I can completely hide up to C reiatsu; partially control C+; cannot control B or higher, unless I use a special device
  • Reiatsu channeling is accurate and has minimal loss.
    Demon's-Blood:
    • Hellfire: I am able to cast some I am able to command Greater Hellfire, albeit only being able to manifest a quarter of their full potential.
    • Contracts: I have now gained the authority to sign contracts with Greater Demons.
    Devil-Gene:
    • Devil Arts: I am able to cast some I am able to command Greater Devil Arts, albeit only being able to manifest a quarter of their full potential.
    • Contracts: I have now gained the authority to sign contracts with Greater Demons.


Weapon Mastery [E]


At this level, my use of combat device are nothing but a joke, and could end up turning me into a jester rather than the brave warrior which I intend to be. I show total lack of weapon knowledge and have no idea what to do with them. At this point any attack carried out would be purely based on instinct or guesses. My attacks are imprecise, and could leave many openings for counter-attacks, parries, and the like. When only using this art without focus, it would most likely blow up in my face, while solid impact would end up knocking a the weapon out of my hand.

Hakuda [C]


As an average user of this art, I have proven that I am well versed in not only the basics, but numerous variations. I can see and exploit openings, consciously cover most of my own, draw the opponent in, and usually resist falling for gambits. Application of what I have learned is confident and spontaneous. Use of hand-to-hand techniques becomes viable in almost any situation.

Hohou [S+]


At this level, I have gained a deep and very intimate understanding this are. Comprehending movement in all forms is astoundingly clear to me now. The extent of my capabilities is so great that most movements become a chore to keep up with, even for some masters of hohou. Furthermore, after ascending to this level I am now capable creating at most 10 clones of myself at once. These clones are indistinguishable from the my true self, mimic my movements, and are capable of lasting for an extended period of time.

Immorality [C]


At this point my voice has become as loud as the average demon. When I speak and manifest my curse, it is hard to ignore its status as a weapon.
  • Demon's Blood:At this level I have gained mastery over my second ability, and can now partially use a third.
  • Devil Gene:At this level I can now make use of a full use of my "Flow Arts", and have also gained the ability to partially use it even without activating my Devil Trigger.

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Re: The Temple of Moruk

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Post by Fluxarc » Sun Feb 16, 2020 7:34 pm



Though she did not know it, Kara was the last of the three summoned souls to arrive.

Kara had been investigating a spiritual anomaly in Northern Africa, flagged by the 13th Division's Scientific Bureau, when suddenly her mind was invaded by a force of terrifying evil. It ripped her thoughts apart, replacing them with a pounding bloodlust. Kara had blacked out, and when she awoke she found herself in a deep forest, standing outside a tunnel entrance almost entirely concealed by dense flora. Compelled by the dark force in her mind, Kara had pushed into the tunnel ...

And now, sandal-clad feet sunk into the damp, mossy floor at the mouth of the southwestern entrance to the sprawling underground cavern, and Kara slowly pushed down the hood of a dark tan cloak. With eyes wide with wonder despite deep misgivings, Kara surveiled the magnificent sight of what had to be the remains of some ancient civilization.

Kara's steps were short and unhurried as she proceeded farther into the cavern, head moving one way and then the other, eyes roving keenly, taking in the world around her in minute detail. A mysterious blue light bathed the cavernous space, reflecting off pools of water scattered randomly about. Shadows and dark crevices seemed to waver, as though possessed by spirits newly roused from a century-long slumber. Silence reigned with a cast-iron grip, so absolute that Kara could almost hear every single drop of water as it broke upon the cavern's floor from the ceiling thousands of feet overhead. Some five hundred meters ahead of her the cavern floor came to a curving end, the edge of what Kara suspected was some kind of gap; a bluish mist shifted sleepily about that edge, and beyond it was an island of sharply carved rock.

And on that island was a temple.

Just like that, the strange but overwhelming psychic compulsion that had brought her here took hold of Kara again, and she gritted her teeth, thinly smothering a pained moan as she dropped to one knee, her right hand clenched over her right temple, eyes shut tight.

As she struggled to regain her wits, Kara became aware of the two souls who'd been summoned as she had.

Shinigami...? No ... Kara concentrated on the spirit pulses, and found that it helped her push back the unexplained psychic invasion. Quincy ... and a Sinner. Powerful. There's a disruption in their reiryoku ... Not unlike mine ...

Kara then understood that the two souls had been forcefully compelled to this place, just as she'd been. And in them she could sense the same alien malevolence as she felt in her own soul, like something evil and serpentine unfurling in the depths of her soul, its dark whisper filling her mind with unwanted desires ... A terrible need to rip and crush and destroy.

Finally subduing the darkness in her mind to a point where she could think clearly again, Kara stood, and her eyes fell again on the great temple on the island across the misty chasm. As she took it in, a certainty grew in Kara's mind. Whatever had influenced she and the two others here lay within that temple.

Not wanting to announce her presence yet, Kara jumped hundreds of feet into the air and took hold of one of the rocky structures coming down from the ceiling.

She would investigate the others first. And then investigate the darkness she sensed within the temple.

The dark whisper pierced Kara's mind anew, and she pushed it back, trying to keep her sanity as she began flash-stepping from one hanging rock to another, making her way towards the southeastern entrance and the Sinner who'd appeared there.


OOC - The tunnels open into the cavern. So I guess we're all in the cavern now. :p
Level: 70

Powers & Abilities

Reiatsu [S+]


I have now reached the true zenith of spiritual power. This level is so overwhelming that on its own that it can easily become a threat to all but the strongest fighters when fully unrestrained, when concentrated it's power could be even deadly when pit against inadequate defenses. At this point it seems as my reiatsu reserves have become vaguely limitless as even high level reiatsu techniques have become inconsequential to use.

Strength [S+]


Truly terrifying. If but to keep things simple, that would be the only way to describe my power as it is now. Feats like breaking down mountains, picking up giants, destroying sections of cities seems paltry now. I've gained so much strength that even meteors would crumble before me. I could reshape a landscape with a single punch, and would be questionable if any but the strongest could resist such terrifying might. Throwing something as heavy as the Antonov An-225 could be effective in combat, though almost hilariously easy.

Durability [S+]


I have no cemented my place as someone of extreme constitution. I am capable of surviving even the most powerful attacks as if they were nothing. If attacked with Hakuda, the attacker would be more likely to injure themselves than me. Reiatsu attacks would seem to do little more than singe the skin, while, Zanpakutou would themselves barely able break the skin.

Endurance [S]


I've become near mechanical in composition.No matter how rigorous the activities are, or how much of a beating I take I seem to carry on with no problem. Being able to tire me out would take a mountainous effort.

Reiatsu Control [E]


Cannot control reiatsu at all, unless a device does it.
  • Cannot channel reiatsu.
  • Reiatsu A+ and up: Full reiatsu is channeled uncontrollably to whatever the character touches.
  • Cannot cast kidou or cero.

Zanjutsu [E]


At this level I exhibit a total lack of knowledge and or skill. I have no idea I am doing. Any attack I do would be based on instinct and guesses. At best swings are imprecise and leave many openings for counter-attacks, parries, and the like. Even a solid impact might knock the blade from the my hand. It's almost a wonder that if I would be capable of buttering toast. Of course, someone a bit more knowledgeable would use a butter knife.

Hakuda [S+]


One might say that as a Grandmaster at this level, I have ascended to a different plane altogether. My grasp of the art's theory and its application is as instinctive as breathing. My body moves as needed or desired without thought, leaving the full power of my mind to plot a course of action ... or consider what to have for dinner, if the opponent is sufficiently below my level. My control of force is such that an opponent might not even feel the strike that injured them, or be left wondering how a graze on one side blew a hole in the other. Every apparent opening is a gambit. Every technique leads to a branching variety of others as if leading the opponent in a dance. And of course, I could probably win multiple bar fights in while sitting comfortably at home.

Hohou [S+]


At this level, I have gained a deep and very intimate understanding this are. Comprehending movement in all forms is astoundingly clear to me now. The extent of my capabilities is so great that most movements become a chore to keep up with, even for some masters of hohou. Furthermore, after ascending to this level I am now capable creating at most 10 clones of myself at once. These clones are indistinguishable from the my true self, mimic my movements, and are capable of lasting for an extended period of time.

Zanpakutou Mastery [C+]


(Shikai/Resureccion): 4th ability unlocked, 3rd ability mastered.

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The Temple of Moruk

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Post by Aegis Raiu » Mon Feb 17, 2020 12:43 am

The old man walked deeper into the pitch wide cavern with his left gloved hand tucked into his pocket while his Quincy Zeichen(cross) dangled freely on his right wrist. He remained curious and alert as he glanced over the various statues and unknown inscriptions on the wall.

He'd covered at least a 100m when suddenly, he felt the spirit presence of another being enter the cavern. One he'd never confronted but had a familiar feel to it. Remembering one such intrusive threat by some vile spirit which was explained to be a message from hell by one of his Upper Sternritters. Whom had called those hell dwellers Togabito. Crimson was certain the spirit presence he felt now possessed similar feel or at least were of the same race as that sinister spirit, and if so, it needed to simply not exist anymore. And though he intended to execute punishment to this creature for its race's rude shortcomings, he found his hate steadily grew out of proportion inexplicably.

Just then, Crimson frowned and paused in a bid to pinpoint his exact location which took nearly a quarter of a second, before he pushed himself forward in accelerated steps without the use of a speed technique, sending the stagnant dust beneath his feet flying backwards at every step as he moved.

Suddenly, he felt a second, rather feint presence enter the cavern from the same direction as the Togabito, causing him to halt almost several hundred meters from visual perception and calmed himself.

He_Crimson, possessed supreme observatory skills by means of Reiryoku sensing, making it nearly impossible for anything to escape his perception, but this second being was fleeting, as though non-existent. And for the first time in this mysterious world, he spoke calmly in deep, cracking voice Shinigami?... Very well.

He found it odd that the second presence resided in the ceiling above and still out of sight, he then decided to seat atop a small rocky protrusion to await their appearance given they both headed his way after all.

He would retrieve and unseal a single tube from his left pocket, before covering the lid with his left thumb. We may just make this our tombstone. He inaudibly pronounced.
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Post by PhoenixDayne » Mon Feb 17, 2020 4:54 am

Now within the cavern, the strange feeling, he once felt back at the nether-universe, overwhelmed him just as he stepped into the ominous environment that had a dense evil aura hanging mid-air aroind it, this aura didn't repulse Seke, rather, Seke embraced and didn't fear it, it was a similar kind that circulated through the whole of inferno. And again, more memories flowed in, this time with thunderous pounds of headache and sharp, piercing pain.

"Temple of moruk"
He spoke subtly, with a lost sense of confidence and pride. The expression, other than the blossoming pain which he'd ignored, was that of an adventurer stumbling upon an ancient, priceless relic that'd sailed ages. Within his widened, curious gaze, burned the scenes and images of everything he saw, the once-arrogant Lord tamed by the things he saw, stared intently and took in the entire landscape and terrain, not that he had forgotten his objective, this place was soothing and welcoming, a place that felt like his nether-universe, a location he might make a second home depending on the course of the soon-to-unfold events. Togabito sure are weird. Along with their twisted and odd sense of beauty.
The words, he knew never before- except "Moruk" that Old Flames mentioned- rolled out of his tongue without friction nor ado, fluently and doubtless, like he had known this place long before.

To further survey what was around here, he needed the minions he'd at his beckon and call, summoning them unhesitatingly.
"Come out"
From all over his body, ghouls of unknown kinds burst out and raced away from his body, crashing into the ground and bolting off into the lost, unseen distance while the three that had deep strong ties with Seke let out an ear-splitting screech and tore out violently from him, weaving and swirling up around him with their shadowy, semi-tangible form.

"There are more than just us. Not a confirmed reading, at least one or two. The malevolence, not ours, theirs. theirs. theirssssssssss"
Ecstanzo reported. Seke smiled softly, blinking repeatedly until he snapped out of his inquisitive state.

"So, how do we cook them? Are they the culprits?"
Seke asked, flashing his confidence and charisma through his mannerism- how he spoke, stood, took another step to visually explore the entirety of the cavern even further. Seke loved battling, afterall, he had his eyes out on the combat demon title and almost challenged the former combat demon, Azathoth without thinking twice.

"I don't know. I don't know, dimwit, find out yourself, find out yourself"
Ecstanzo returned, constantly scanning the entirety of the whole terrain with his red grimm eyes.

"But you know, Ecstanzo, nothing tastes better than brute-forcing everything with your fists. That pleasure is unriv...."
Cut halfway, Diablo grew frustratingly restless the instant it detected something that haboured great malicious intent within Seke's radar.

"What are you doing though? And who are you? Are you, by chance, the one that called m....."
Now, halfturned towards the direction Diablo nearly charged towards, he asked condescendingly and gave a bone-chilling stare through the corner of his eyes- not to intimidate but for him to grasp and poise her form.

"A female?"
He dropped a brow, taking in the figure's form from how her silhouette was shaped. However, he remained cognizant and stayed on high alert.
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Spirited away, One strides on the axis of death and alongside despair. Knowledge isn't finite, Our limit is Us.
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