Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2022 12:37:58 GMT -5
PL: 5 Sankishin: 94,000 Anti-Sense: On WC: 268
The demon had been exploring his old world for some time now and he was beginning to see the true devastation that was left in the wake of his people's demise. The world was not only dead, nothing grew here... Nothing was going to grow here as long as the Akshaya Vata was still planted. But this was not the same tree Kamae had planted on Namek... it was a primal tree, one that he didn't know how to track just yet. Its roots had burrowed into the very core of this world, he doubted it would ever recover... not now at least.
The current old palace Kamae was investigating was that of the old mages of Saraswati. The books that lay about the room still hummed with the faintest of magics, but the roots of the Akshaya Vata had curled themselves around them, pinning them in place. The room was a deep dull blue with chipped and faded cold. The curtains were barely still present, torn and covered in dust. The red shine they once had no more, now only the dirt that had caked onto them could really be seen. Windows with broken glass along with broken panels that once blocked the morning sun from shining through. Pictures worn by the years barely hung to the walls while others lay upon the ground covered in debris. The material long faded by time.
He currently stood within the great hall, looking at the surrounding area with distain but still he persisted. Whatever artifacts he hoped to find would be deeper within... He just had to continue forward.