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Post by Tsuya Kusanagi on Feb 10, 2022 16:25:30 GMT -5
The deepest, darkest reaches of Earth rivaled some of the turbulent areas of the demon realm from past memories. Though here, the obstacle was constantly the physical exertion forced on the body from the climate. That doesn't fool the hardheaded few that travel here in search for an ancient treasure. Whatever rumors of demons and monsters lurking in this forgotten corner of the world were real in one way or another if highly exaggerated by the creative minds of scared mortals.
What was this to Usumi then? A playground. The mere tests of rock and stone were not enough to even scratch him and his vessel at this point. The deep dark would beckon him to return to a place he laid eyes on centuries ago. That's right, this USED to be his base of operations. Whatever remaining vestiges of his old troops and loyal servants were scattered around the place as vengeful spirits and visages. Either unable to recognize him as their prince or no long subservient to him. He wasn't here to make new friends with the old though.
He required something he left behind. And it took him getting some of his strength back to fetch it.
The sheath to his soul blade, the one he's conjured up to this point, has always been a pale imitation of the Darkheart. If his own being and soul were bound to the Soulblade, the Darkheart was what bound his actualized form to this pathetic planet. The only reprieve was to the otherworld, where spirits could roam much freer. But prying their old sword's sheath and using it for his cursed blade would make her far freer to travel and visit others in order to scheme as he found fit.
With those damned Accords... He'd want it just to escape that. But he was hardly the only one who ever braced these caves. As mortals become more and more desperate for strength, they turn to the impossible and try to carve themselves a path. This last bunch of dark shades he had to dispatch of with his soul, could have been demons or mortal. It was hard to tell how delusional some got getting lost out here.
'Pathetic.'
Usumi thought to themselves as he cleaned his blade of the lingering dark, black blood that stained the similarly black blade. it was so easy now. The last time he tried this he was getting bodied by these clowns of spirits. But they can't face a real demon.
Antisense ACTIVE!
Thread PL: 33,000
Current PL: 165,000 (Usumi x5)
WC: 424
What was this to Usumi then? A playground. The mere tests of rock and stone were not enough to even scratch him and his vessel at this point. The deep dark would beckon him to return to a place he laid eyes on centuries ago. That's right, this USED to be his base of operations. Whatever remaining vestiges of his old troops and loyal servants were scattered around the place as vengeful spirits and visages. Either unable to recognize him as their prince or no long subservient to him. He wasn't here to make new friends with the old though.
He required something he left behind. And it took him getting some of his strength back to fetch it.
The sheath to his soul blade, the one he's conjured up to this point, has always been a pale imitation of the Darkheart. If his own being and soul were bound to the Soulblade, the Darkheart was what bound his actualized form to this pathetic planet. The only reprieve was to the otherworld, where spirits could roam much freer. But prying their old sword's sheath and using it for his cursed blade would make her far freer to travel and visit others in order to scheme as he found fit.
With those damned Accords... He'd want it just to escape that. But he was hardly the only one who ever braced these caves. As mortals become more and more desperate for strength, they turn to the impossible and try to carve themselves a path. This last bunch of dark shades he had to dispatch of with his soul, could have been demons or mortal. It was hard to tell how delusional some got getting lost out here.
'Pathetic.'
Usumi thought to themselves as he cleaned his blade of the lingering dark, black blood that stained the similarly black blade. it was so easy now. The last time he tried this he was getting bodied by these clowns of spirits. But they can't face a real demon.
Antisense ACTIVE!
Thread PL: 33,000
Current PL: 165,000 (Usumi x5)
WC: 424
