The Rice-pot sealed as the power just grows. The God of Guardian staring, "A revolution, huh? You already had them all of them."
He looks to the side, "In an instant, yes before my death." Never having used it again after Earning Void fishbowl.
He slides down aware of the event of Yuri Zahard being in this place he sits down "I have yet to Undergo my Fourth Revolution or technically my first of this existing Era.
Those outside peering at the Rice pot as it called the God of guardian, staring as the focus of Itri power grows the crackling crystal formulating around him yet the other peaking up as well.
the Necronomicon, dark, Incomprehensive form, the immensity of the mattering forging the God tongue his Minion or herald's
These powers vividly Separated from one another and that of another being power as well a grimace of Red, swirling and travelling the remnant of the admin of death."
His soul pulled in an innumerable variety of direction's all coalescing Or Formulating around one another.
"haaa." The sigh escaping his mouth, Shinsu seemingly visible from his exhale, As he opens his eyes glowing the diamond hue foggy. as Swirling powers.
Something to control them needing something like that as his soul start to crackle A Darkness enveloping. his vision.
"this…. I've never seen." Watching as it glitches and spasms formulating assembling, the gaze of Itri immaculate.
[System Cleared]
[user: Itri Yulduz]
[Race: Unnatural. .. ??? calibration's unavailable]
[title: The Star of Darkness.]
[Statistical power: ranker high grade potential]
[SKills: God tongue… Matter void fishbowl active.]
[innate: Necronomicon Crystal transmutation, Voidfishbowl.]
[all clearances assembled, Personal system active.]
all the powers disappearing Chain or something like Gateways the energies Crackle and mould as the system feature active Completely, Crafted entirely from his own will.
The many combative power within him seemingly Aligning. all of them as they disperse his heart surrounded by a ring holding these power.
He grips him, feeling the bond of his ignition weapon on a secondary ring vertical to the horizontal, a third containing his creature or minion's
He finishes his blue eyes having changed, encompassing the power's he's possessed, the old god that gave rise to the original Bam. The existence of his prior self reliant on the Necronomicon.
None of it his true power, really. The Necronomicon granted from a wishes, the god tongue an unintended side effect of the cursed book before and after Nyarlathotep took hold.
The crystal transmutation probably not for him. The Void fishbowl, created after the Prior's death erase itself from him, something he detected throughout the space.
The admin of death given to him by the towers will. The Shinueh made using the void Fishbowl, granted by the prior death. He closes his eyes, Digging deeper..
"A power that was always mine." The Shinsu the tower creation something he already was attuned to naturally. He opens his mouth.
His creative mind. The swirling Vortex of energy surging from him hitting the Guardian, 'the power of having someone beneath me, I don't want that to see everyone as a tool is more a curse than war.'
The swirling growing, inside him, the ability to adapt any skill that hit him Granted by Bam when he took hold, his hair priorly black.
[Race…. identified.. vessel, of authority.. magic bound human.]<>[race: Magic bound human]
His hair turns blue, wings Seemingly growing from his back as he debate it with himself once more, "the power I seek…."
He murmurs. Glowing encompasses his eyes. The Air churns, 'a power that encompass every action I've taken what I felt the most comfortable using. Before the crystal, what I used the most…'
His hand flickers crackling. a power an authority never wielded within the confines of a normal being hands. A cold blue, ashen depth filled with deep red and Shades of grey and black, a void. Still remaining a Nihilistic display of something crude, something that Can't no, Shouldn't Exist.
Deeply Wrong, as the God Of Guardians barely stop himself from ending Itri his hand blurring as it mere an inch away from him the focus of Itri seemingly on the substance in hand.
[System cleared: Cosmic Ash created user has been auto locked to Conjuration and Imbuement.] He stare at it his power the encompassment of all his experienced into a finality a Cosmic Ash.
Itri peer, "I don't know whether I should've Called it an Identity crisis or just simply the truth I couldn't Admit."
The Seemingly particle flowing with a deathly hue to it Disperse as he clamps his hand. "How long have I been in here?"
He respond "errmm I think three weeks." He Peer "DAMN!" shooting out of the Rice pot everybody peer at him something deeply Wrong with Itri not exact in it nature but like something occurred.
"IT STAGE FUCKING FOUR SHIT WE GOTTA GO!" they surge forth towards the arena, 'It's finally the match the one who fail to get here by today will lose. Will they be able ot make it here on time?'
tearing far quicker than any of them through the halls of the train Guardian cleaved by with Ankorne and blitz seemingly as light as paper at this point."
Pacing Rapidly. Arriving at the Arena, Hoaqin, and Anna 'That devil bastard just like I've heard. He really has gotten as small as a kid, but..' Poe peer at the little girl Anna, 'Who's that girl? Is she one of Hoaqin's copies?'
"hmm it seems that Jue Viole Grace has not arrived yet. Well, I also haven't found the other copies."
Hoaqin Smirk "anyway I hope he didn't chicken out and run away." Yuri staring down, "hmm are those guys the Participant That white guy doesn't seem normal. I don't like him."
Pedro replies, "yes he's probably the strongest one amongst all the participating regular's" Yuri Smiling "Well I don't expect too much from him. Frankly speaking, he's Not strong."
Pedro peered, "Is that so" Hoaqin smirk "It will soon be the time for the match but he still hasn't showed up yet?" Hoaqin staring
"Jue Viole grace that bastard did he really run away because he's scared of me?" Wangnan having assembled a second group smirking "you think Viole would be scared of a kid like you watch your mouth white"
Wangnan's expression quickly darkening "Even if it's not Viole we will take care of you." Hoaqin peer, "Vicent you didn't do you team up with those guys!"
Vincente Murmurs, "Anna." Hoaqin shouts, "You traitor bastard! I understand that you'd want to beat Me but how could you side with such low-class bastards?"
Poe Surprised, 'And who are they? Is that white kid another one of Hoaqin's? copies and why are? That's teams that not what I heard?'
Yuri staring at the clock. "There are even more White kid's now, so Bam wasn't here after all?"
the cock ticking down as it score at 51 seconds