-He visibly flinched at the perceived jest as his face wrinkled above his eyes, and he flung his hands back up into the air.

  “?arshe Adê Concavum,” Orion spoke in the old tongue, again.

  Countless ivory thunderclaps & ebony lightning bolts streaked into his cupped palms. His (Now) four cupped palms. The spell he’d invoked had transformed his shadow into shining mana, which shaped into an additional pair of arms that shadowed the movements of the initial pair. Orion began hurling hundreds of Adê Barathrum at her; however, nothing was able to get past the vortex force of her (Now) 9 maws. The multicolored, Midnight Maiden, had sprouted 6 more arms with chanting mouths in each palm to assist in her gorging. Once she’d finished feasting, she vanished from view and reappeared with her finger to his forehead (Closing & reopening his First Eye).

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  The First Eye traditionally opened before the subsequent pair during antiquity. The Rainbow Records hold that this advantage, which the ancestors possessed, persists only in heroes and demigods, making its mastery the apex of the still accessible 6 Schools (Since the dawn of the First Ring). Angel Eyes is the maxim of mana manipulation in the nations of Nya, which combines the powers of Second Sight to emulate the other pinnacles of power. Trinity Sight was developed in contrast by the Monks of Mordja in combination with the First Eye Disciplines. None of these Mana Katas (Even when coupled) can contend with that which the Aeonic deity had summoned back into the realm.

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  Orion looked into all 9 of her chanting mouths, immediately recognizing that the self-proclaimed gleaming goddess had opened the fabled “God’s Eye” (Known to N’Ved-Ra as Omni Sight) as well as the legendary “Devil’s Palm” (Renowned to the Horse Lords as Omni Cast).

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  Dual Casting is mostly unheard of, as few Kindred of Kundra have access to multiple mouths. Triple Casting, as a result, is nigh impossible; but that which the Mother of Rainbows performed, outperformed them all (By a country mile).

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  He knew this to be the supreme seat of the 6 Schools, but he also knew that in her having truly “opened his eye,” she’d also opened the possibilities to manipulate the Mana Matrix (And his had become nigh limitless).

  “Irisi Girima,” Orion evoked.

  He slammed his fist into the ground hard, and it cracked like glass, slowly, then rapidly spreading outward in every direction like a broken mirror. The fissures covered the skies, mountains, trees & seas alike, before shattering simultaneously into evanescent shards. Beyond the crumbling wall of reality was an entirely new dimension. This new 7 Planes was inverted in color schemes like a photograph negative.

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  Stacking spells alone is highly difficult; not simply from a comprehension standpoint, but also from one of tremendous concentration, to sustain harmony between often opposing Mana Matrices. Apropos, for one to Spell Stack and Tier Stack (Coupling various leveled spells) as Orion was performing, is nearly inconceivable to Thrankind. He could see the magic weaves as Aeons, alone, oft could visualize; and more oft, baffled the masses, as they often failed to grasp any given explanations. He’d proliferated a Chain Spell, for the first time since the First Ring, by melding mirror magic with spatial sorcery.

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  As the Aeon looked around herself, the silver-eyed warrior was nowhere to be seen. She spread open her hands and maws, searching the length of the entire Mother World (Within seconds) for his presence. She peered up past the height of tree or mountain, beast or bird, and even the cloud-covered cosmos to find him. Orion could be found staring at the gorgeous goddess from that preposterous distance, not hovering above the heavens (But rather), he held (Like a snow globe) a large orb which contained the cosmic realm. He smiled down at her, and she only returned his smile, innocently (As though she’d viewed their circumstances in the virtually opposite light which he did). She placed her hand over her brooch before closing her iridescent eyes. Solid mana billowed out of every orifice of her body, choking out light and air, heavying the water and the wings of all those that fly. Her raw, sorcerous, prismatic power would have suffocated small children had any been present. Every molecule of her mana was interwoven with interweave after interweave of magics, folded onto each other countless times, like castle forged steel. Sorcery was encoded within sorcery throughout every particle of her expelling power. Balling her fist and swinging wildly to her side, she shattered the entire matriculated mirror dimension. Its shards did not, however, vanish from view; they instead grew blindingly bright until even Orion was forced to cover his eyes. Once the light dimmed out, their roles had reversed, and it was now she whom held him, and the entirety of the true cosmos contained within her perfect palm. She reached into the new orb, appearing as a hand larger than any moon, careening through the atmosphere straight toward her zealot. Her colossal closing grip uprooted mountain ranges, kingdoms, countries, and entire islands, causing many more of each to sink into the new sea created by the remaining chasm. She’d ripped his soul from his body and torn it out of the caged cosmos to join her up on high.

  “What have you done to Kundra,” the White Warrior wept, as waterways spilled out and turbulent tsunami waves crashed down onto nearly every region of the recently ruined world.

  “Only that which any mass murderer would do,” jeered the Mother of Rainbows!

  She lifted her wand hand, and Orion (Kundra, cosmos & all) was gradually lifted into the above abyss.

  “Edanu Barathrum,” she said in tongues.

  Two blackholes which dwarfed the encircled celestus in size, appeared flanking the punctured planetoid, slowly ripping the surface of the Mother World in opposing directions, as they gradually collided with each other. Orion’s white face became even more pale than its traditional hue, and he fell to his knees. Had it been an option, he’d have surely wet himself at her feet.

  “Forgive me. I […] I did not know,” Orion whispered into the wild, whirling winds formed by the Mass Murdering Mother of Mercy.

  “No!”

  She peered down at him, as large as a lighthouse, now. A solitary tear spilled out of her First Eye, and dramatically raising her free hand, she dramatically snapped her fingers. Without fail, time fell back on itself, and all the world lost & all lost to the world was reversed and restored.

  “For there is nothing to forgive, votary,” she whispered to him.

  The glistening giantess sheathed the celestial scimitar, before her, within a diamond-studded scabbard of gold. When she released it from her grip, she no longer stood in front of him (But rather), she levitated 12 times the height of the marble manse, which no longer contained its collapsed ceiling. The shrinking sword soared down through the heavens like a fallen star, crashing into & through the floor up to its neck. The grandiose ground sank into a crater, which woke the white warrior from his triple-layered dreamworld. The whole of the wreckage which had wreaked havoc on his home had remained; as did the Star Steel sword jammed into the sinkhole in the center of his bedroom. It was not a dream, after all. Or was the waking world simply the true dream? Orion walked over to the wedged weapon and reached out to it.

  “Taketh the Celestial Sword—Only if thou art prepared for the destiny it giveth.”