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The black skeleton, massive in size, tore through the ground as it crawled toward Soron. It's mouth released trails of black smog as it rushed forward with abandon. It barreled forward and attempted to bite into Soron. 

Ariel quickly grasped the back of Soron’s armor as she flew up in an arch away from the figure. 

”Ariel! What are you doing! I’m not running!”

“You're not. Get yourself together Soron or else I'm feeding you to that thing...” He glanced up at her in confusion before he smirked. She had flown high enough to where she believed the figure couldn’t reach them. 

“Soron, listen. We have to make a plan and I have an idea. Can you make that thing again?” She said quickly. Soron looked up in confusion. 

”What thing?”

“The basilisk that you used to destroy those dragons before.” He remembered. He wasn’t actually sure how he did that. He shook his head.

”I don’t remember how I did that.”

The massive skeletal creature turned upward after Soron and Ariel avoided it's jaws. The smog enveloped it's surrounding area and began to rise to cover its entire form with a large dome of black and grey slow moving mist. The dragon above made of cloud and storm broke free of one of the chains. As the chain whipped through the air it released a stream of lightning within the smog.

A dragons soul is a worthy prize

Echoed the deep enigmatic voice through the smog. Rising from the smog was a body made of black mist that surged with lightning within its form. The skeleton serves as a foundation for the form of a man that took shape before the two descended. Though it was hard to make out it appeared to be a slender long haired man with angelic wings. The height was still massive however. 

’Dragon’s soul…’ He squinted his eyes at the figure as a flash of black crossed his eyes, within them, slit pupils flashed at the figure with boiling rage and predatory instinct. Its gaze, for as brief as it was, registered the figure. Unbeknownst to Soron but what the figure could see, was a rather black, behemoth of Basilisk, its curved, razor-like teeth gnashing at the figure, its lips curled back in a snarl as it hissed with the sound of a heavy rainfall. Ariel flew back further to set themselves down. 

’Dragon’s soul…’ He uttered again, the words escaping the mouth and echoing in the air. He glanced back up, a new resolve in his eyes and a flicker of white slit pupils. Inside he could feel something bubbling, wanting to break the surface and let loose on what was in front of him. Currentl, it was locked, behind his own pysche. If he wasto make it through this, he would need to remember. Remember his training with the Sureiya and his time as a slayer, otherwise, it would be all for naught.

Mindah Tarvitaan: Hall of Fate

The sound of the cane clacking against the marble flooring echoed through the halls of the temple, reaching the rather large hall that was at the heart of the Mindah Tarvitaan itself. Each passageway leading to another new area of the temple. From zen gardens, training areas to sleeping quarters and the schoolrooms. The stonework and columns that rose to the ceiling were embellished by red and gold design and accompanied by tapestries of the temple symbol. Currently, there were a few monks roaming about the hall as Qobo entered with Sophia, to which those inside stopped their work and bowed, earning a bow in return from Qobo and Sophia. Qobo glanced towards another elder monk. Despite this monk being of old age, he didn’t show it as much as Qobo did. His bald head and hairless face gave a light nod to Qobo. It was a Nayu man, not as old as Qobo but having still a bit of youth within hidden behind a rather stoic face.

Gathering the other elder monks wasn't that hard, especially after Sophia told them what they would do. Some of the elder monks were already preparing the altar, while others were getting some grimoires and scrolls to help with the enchantment. They would soon be there. Qobo was very powerful, more powerful than many descended could ever hope to be, but he wasn't immortal. And he was already far older than a normal descended should be. Using that spell once more, could be rather dangerous.

Sophia knew very well how stubborn he could be. Maybe the other elder monks could help to convince him to not do it, but it was only a gamble. Sophia was sure that the other elder monks would surely offer part of their souls, so Qobo wouldn't need to, after all, he had already performed that spell many times before...
As she walked inside the room together with Qobo on her shapeshifted form, she saw Temeir, one of the other elder monks. Hopefully, he would have something to say to Qobo as well.

“Master Qobo...”

”Master Temeir. How are you” Temeir sighed with a nod before gesturing towards about four other monks who were tending to the columns.

“Finishing the preparations...But, Master Qobo, may I ask something of you?” He asked with a bit of curiosity as Qobo raised his brows in anticipation.

As soon as Temeir said those words, Sophia looked at Qobo, waiting for an answer. If Temeir didn’t talk, Sophia would. Even though Qobo was a very wise monk, Sophia wasn’t very comfortable with him doing such reckless actions. Even if it was for helping someone.

”Asking is a part of learning Temeir. What is it that you wish to ask?” Qobo responded. Temeir looked towards Sophia knowingly and gave a subtle nod.

“As you are our Grand Master and have performed this many of times. It goes without saying that you are the most skilled for this task.” Qobo’s facial expression slowly began to change to that of slight confusion..

“I simply wish that you allow us, your peers, to assist you in this process.” Qobo looked down to the floor with a nod before the faint outline of his tongue, slid along the front of his mouth in slight annoyance.

”Master Temeir I am having you assist me in this ritual.” His voice held the annoyance that was slowly growing in him. He went to speak up again before Sophia intervened.

“Qobo.” Sophia said, interrupting them with a serious voice.
“I asked the other elder monks to maybe try to talk to you, but you are as stubborn as always…” Sophia said, looking to him with an annoyed expression.

“You are wise, Qobo. Wiser than many descended can ever hope to be, but you are still as reckless as the day I met you. Sooner or later, you will need to face the fact that you are not immortal. Even with all your power. Mindah Taarvitan needs you. The other monks, everyone here still have many things to learn from you, and you still have many things to learn from me.” Sophia said, looking to his eyes.

“Master Qobo, we are your brothers, your sisters. We lift each other up. Each one of us like the stones of this temple, Should one of us be removed, we all fall. You were the one that taught me this when I was but a young boy.” Temeir added with concern. Qobo stayed quiet and simply listened, hearing not only Sophia and Temeir, but the other monks that began to fill into the hall.

“Ultimately, the decision is yours, but you need to remember that you also have responsibilities towards the temple and the monks who live here. This spell can prove to be dangerous to you if you perform it once more, Qobo. Listen to my words.” Sophia said, looking to him.
“You still need to appoint a successor, Qobo.” she said, serious. Even though Sophia had taken Mindah Tarvitaan under her protection, and agreed to share her knowledge with them, Mindah Tarvitaan was still separate from the Great Library, especially regarding the elder monks and the council which dictated its actions.

Qobo stayed silent for some time. He closed his eyes and simply began to use breathing exercises as he thought about it. However, if Sophia looked closely, she would see the sudden shift of his foot and his finger ever-so-slightly tapping the cane. It was a sign that, when he was younger, he had caved to the pressure. He cleared his throat and looked to Temeir with a thin smile and a voice that showed his rather begrudging, youthful acceptance to this.

”Very well... i will need you and 3 others to help me perform this. You will need to be able to access the Inward Eye in order to help me. Create a few wind and magic channel runes and place them on each side of the altar, from there I will need you to gather the body of “Soron” and place him on top of it. Search his belongings for something that has a part of him attached to it whether it is his blade, pouch of coin, medallion or something that could be a possibility.” Temeir bowed and as Qobo did, he looked up to her with a wink before disappearing in a wisp of smoke. 

“Qobo,” Sophia called him after Temeir disappeared.

“This spell needs a lot of magical power. You have already performed it before, you know how taxing and exhausting it can be. Especially now that we are bringing someone back. If something goes wrong, anything, maybe the other monks get too tired to be able to sustain the portal, or anything, I will intervene. You are one of the few that know how much power I really have.”  Sophia said, looking to him. She didn’t want to say it now, but if something went wrong, she was going to summon the Grimorium Verum. Even if it was dangerous, she wouldn’t let the monks in danger and not do anything.
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