+DOMAIN OF CHRONOLOGY DETECTED!+

  +Scramble containment units–+

  [SAMIR NAEKO SYNCED]

  +Belie that. I’m gonna take this one myself. Rest you all just… keep doing whatever you’re doing. And try not to be hurting anyone when my palm falls.+

  -Exchange between Oversec Dispatch “Town Crier” and Chief Paladin Samir Naeko

  24-4

  Defilement (IV)

  --[White-Rab]--

  It took painfully long for Kare to accept the session request, but when she did, White-Rab immediately understood why.

  Tapping into her cog-feed, the scene before her was carnage and chaos. Her Heaven was fully manifested, and she was whipping tendrils of lightning at the oncoming cadre in a vicious offense to keep them at bay. The water surrounding her was rapidly hissing away into steam as tongues of lash fire licked scars into matter and space. Mangled bodies of sea life and nulled customers drifted between the warring parties like debris.

  A beam of coruscating magma tunneled through the water. Kare dashed–her metaphysical being stretching along a web made from lightning. She brought storm, war, and speed to bear against two rival cadres who warped the fundaments of space, desperate to cage her in place, fighting to lock down Shotin, who was nowhere to be seen.

  Surging along her lightning-wrought net, Kare splashed out behind the enemy Godclad that just fired at her. Their Heaven bore the shape of a cerulean starfish with a blazing eye at its core, and Kare emerged at its rear, two of its allies broke from flinging out Rendbombs and spatial distortions to assist their comrade.

  They came a moment too late.

  Kare tore into her foe in a manner befitting her name. She moved like a bolt-wrought spider, lurching into the metaphysical flesh of her enemy, knocking them aside before they could sweep their glaring beam through her form. A tempest detonated from inside her as she slipped into her webs once with prey in tow. It was like a trapdoor spider pulling a bug down beneath the surface.

  The crackling energies of the web grew along with the thaumc load. Kare’s Rend spiked. The responding Seekers formed spatial cages where she once was–and in doing so sealed their own fates.

  Diverted from their task of suppressing Shotin, an opening formed in the offensive, a flicker passed through them–snatching them from existence. In the wake of the blur, destruction followed as the sheer velocity detonated pockets of vacuum within the water.

  The entire engagement happened less than a second.

  With Godclads, numbers, Spherage, and skill all applied, but there was another concept that had to be considered–always considered.

  Asymmetry.

  On paper, two against multiple cadres was a bad fight unless the former possessed an extreme advantage in one area or another. In practice, it was a dubious practice to measure struggles between Godclads as one would clashes between material forces.

  The game being played right now was one of inflicting dilemmas and anticipating reactions. The bulk of the D’Rongo Seekers sought to pin Shotin and grind him down with Rend while the two members they had leftover handled Kare. But though they identified the greater threat between the two, that didn’t mean their available assets could face down the rookie Paladin on their own.

  So she managed to evade their attacks. So she broke through their defensive lines. So two suppressive Porters had to choose between letting one of their allies die or focusing on keeping Shotin at bay.

  Wrong choices on all accounts, and the scene was cemented the mutilated remains of a kraken tumbling through the blood-choked waves, brain tissue and skull fragments sprouting from its opened skull as its Metamind winked out and a resurrection anchor scabbed the face of reality.

  Emerging from her descent through lightning, Kare flung the shredded corpse of the enemy Godclad aside. Soulfire erupted out from their wounds as the Heaven flickered in and out of existence, its user drawn closer to the embrace of death.

  Metal petals swept out like a hurricane and Kare dashed again. Whistling Rendbombs zipped through the water like bullets before exploding without force or sound. Their Rend flowed into Shotin’s Parallelist as he absorbed the entropy, keeping the battlefield stable. A frenzied quality characterized their offensive as assumed advantages melted away.

  Kare rode the channels of her Stormwebs, a threat in constant motion. They could ignore her and try to go for Shotin, but then she’d fall on them anyway. They could dedicate half their remaining power to handle her for good, but without the Porters running interference, death was a single planeshift away.

  Nothing but bad choices.

  +Avo?+ she finally cast, briefly eyeing the surrounding Nether. The cognitive realm resembled a sea of frozen flames. Flickers twitched against one another like grinding blades, and as she continued her harassment, she called out to Avo several times, trying to get her to respond.

  +Rab,+ White-Rab said, taking in the sight with a hushed breath of his own. +Avo’s still… Jaus. Talk about a nightmare dive.+ Once again, Stition was right. This was coming from the moment that half-strand earlier said the words “milk-run.”

  Taking in the warring Conflagrations, White-Rab recounted his years of Necrojacking experience and found himself drawing a blank. His personal philosophy on dealing with the Incubi could best be summed up as “don’t,” and his plans for dealing with their mind-melting bullshit was “don’t be there.”

  No longer options in this case.

  Synaptic lightning flashed from one of the Seekers as trauma patterns registered in Kare’s cog-feed. The weaponized ghosts recoiled the instant they passed beyond the Seeker’s accretion, ringing against the unmoving flames like rain upon armor.

  But they didn’t burn. At least not immediately.

  Curiosity swelled inside White-Rab as an idea began to form. But he didn’t really want to test it on himself. There was too much at stake here, and if he burned, the Paladin likely would too. He needed another Necro. Someone willing to make the shitty dive. Someone who knew enough, but was still expendable.

  There was only one candidate for the job.

  SESSION ACTIVATED

  ->MEM-ID: [AEDON CHAMBERS]

  GHOST-LINK ACCEPTED

  Chambers responded almost immediately as Kare resumed her battle, bobbing and weaving as she tried to draw a pursuer away; create an opening. +Rab? You got–holy fuck that’s a lot of fire–wait. Why aren’t you burning? Why aren’t I burning?+

  +Avo’s deadlocked with the other Conflagration.+ White-Rab paused. +I think. I need you to make a dive–+

  +Whoa, whoa, what the fuck, consang, I’m not going into that shit. I’ve been burned by that shit before. You think I like getting nulled? Why the hells don’t you do it? You’re the master-jackoff.+

  Kare grunted as an alloyed spike sank into her chest just as she re-emerged from her webs. The enemy cadre was predicting her. Or just got lucky. A hazy figure in the distance blinked and reappeared, slamming into Kare as if there was no distance between them at all. Flickers of a metal plant-shaped monstrosity wrapped its branches around Kare’s Straying Tempest. She tired to dive again, but Soulfire erupted from Heaven as she suffered backlash.

  BACKLASH DETECTED

  HEAVEN - [STRAYING TEMPEST]

  ->DOMAIN OF (LIGHTNING)

  ->CANON - STORMWEB

  Closing her storm-made palps around her foe, Kare tore into the enemy Heaven and was mauled in turn. Tendrils of metal sank deeper and further through her writhing form. Her’s was a build meant for speed and skirmishing, not prolonged brawling.

  Some outside assistance was in order.

  +Kare,+ White-Rab cast, +slam your ward into theirs. Chambers. You need to do this. Avo would want you to do this. I’m just his ego-donor. You’re the one he empowered. You’re his consang. The one he chose to spare. He chose you before, he’ll probably want you again now. Besides. You said he used the flame on you? Well. Time to balance the scales.+

  Kare’s reply came first as a terse +Synced!+

  Chambers took a moment longer. +I know what you’re doing, Rab. Fuck you. Fuck you for using my attempt at growing against me. Fuck you, because its going to work.+

  Back in the real, White-Rab smirked. +I meant every word.+

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  +You also don’t wanna risk your own ass, but Chambers can eat shit.+ A sigh followed. +Godsfuckingdammit, alright, aggggh!+

  A trail of ghosts whispered out from White-Rab and Kare’s Metaminds before slipping against the near-solid Conflagration. +Jaus, these memories are fucking incomprehensible,+ Chambers muttered. +Gonna take me a bit to spoof–+

  The moment came. Kare flung her ward out and slammed it into her foe’s Metamind. Her cog-cap spiked. Warnings flickered in her feed, warning her of impending overload.

  COG-CAP - 92%

  DISABLING ALL NON-ESSENTIAL PHANTASMICS

  White-Rab didn’t hear anything else Chambers said–ignored Kare’s gasp of pain as her mental palace shuddered. Snaking through her protective traumas, he brought his own wards to bear as he hammered down on the enemy Godclad a second time.

  The Seeker’s cognitive protections–though superior to Kare’s–were embrittled by the impact. Cracked. Its traumatic shell went from being armor to a cracking egg as White-Rab crashed through, using his own trauma patterns to clear the way.

  The metaphysical flower spasmed as Kare seized her opportunity. She sank her limbs into her foe and channeled the full energy of a thunderstorm into them. Metal sang. The surrounding water sparked. This time, it was the Seeker’s Frame that flared with a thaumic backlash. White-Rab sought the Seeker’s Auto-Seance to compromise his allies–to bring the battle to an end.

  But the tides of war turned and turned again. Crawling into the depths of the crumbling Seeker, the architecture within suddenly pulsed with an outside presence, and the mem-data changed. The crumbling labyrinth stabilized and began to shift in shape and phantasmics. White-Rab jolted to a stop as his instincts screamed for him to jack out.

  But he didn’t.

  He couldn’t.

  Because even in the incomprehensible chaos, one detail stood in defiance of all others. One scent sorted from the sensory whirlwind.

  Citrus.

  The voice that spoke afterward even sounded like the Strix. +You are not Avo, are you?+

  White-Rab went silent. Not a hard thing to do when his mind was silent. The Strix was dead. Nulled, but with the flashes he got from Avo’s mind earlier, it was clear the other Famines held onto some of his memories somehow.

  Like they were wearing his corpse.

  Fuckers.

  +Silence will not not mask you from me,+ the Famine continued, voice resounding through the orbiting debris that once comprised the Seekers’ mind. Nondescript towers and children playing on city streets sailed over White-Rab’s perception. A low chuckle rumbled as all the surrounding memories dissolved into fragments, reassembling themselves to form an island at the end of a single sequence. +You lack his volume. His ferocity. His warminds. But there is skill in you. Certainty in the way you dive. I wonder, are you the wastrel he empowered and imbued with our art? The Highflame hound he has found an uncanny kinship with? The broken little Agnos? The hollow agent used by those dwellers in the black? Or another? Which are–?+

  Trauma patterns exploded out from White-Rab as he let loose with his Ghostjack. Ghosts tore out. The Seeker’s mind came apart as if caught in a wave of shrapnel. Thoughtwave distortions seared the mind clean of counterattacks. As White-Rab conducted his retreat, he masked his voice and altered his mem-data while also priming a few of his emergency lobbies to dump distortions and null him should he be compromised. +Sorry, consang. Necros are in the business of taking knowledge, not sharing it. I don’t parlay with amateurs.+

  More laughter–godsdammit, the sow-bred bastard really sounded like him. And more fragments were spilling out around him, slipping into the fissures of what he broke. White-Rab forced calm on himself. Emptied his mind of all other details of the present. Focused.

  +Humor, pride, but also enough self-awareness to retreat. I don’t know you. But the way you approach these memories… You react to me… You knew Defiance, didn’t you? What was he to you?+

  Activating another of his private lobbies, White-Rab pulled up a menu as he deployed external Specters to patrol himself. He had his entire mind space mapped out, and with the interface running second-interval one-to-one sequence comparatives, he’d know if the Famine slipped him with a splinter.

  For now, Rab held position, unwilling to allow the Famine to reconstitute the Godclad he nulled. All he needed was a few seconds for Kare to finish, and then he could–

  A strangled cry reverberated in the back of his mind. White-Rab felt Kare’s wards shatter and the labyrinth around him began to collapse.

  +Run. Save your cargo.+ The Famine’s voice was less than a whisper but louder than thunder. +Let us see your wort–+

  White-Rab launched a disruption straight into the Seeker’s mindscape before reeling himself back to Kare. As he arrived, he found the Paladin’s inner world crumbling, an unseen presence peeling away her sequences. He detonated a thougthwave without hesitation, sweeping the area clean and buying time.

  +I–I–+ Kare’s thoughtstuff spilled into her own mind, pouring into the mess of her pooling memories. White-Rab cursed as he tried to understand how she was nulled–how she managed to be compromised. Gut instinct made him look at the surrounding Nether still lost to the stalemate. Chambers was diving into the unmoving flames, squeezing through claustrophobic memories of madness.

  The Low Master might’ve done the same. Probably could’ve done it much easier with a warmind of Delusion. Hard to keep up with the other player when the rules for the bastard kept changing. Gods, this must’ve been what it was like to dive against Avo.

  They needed him back. And now.

  Considering his next steps, briefly, White-Rab checked Kare’s Rend capacity and considered just nulling her. There were still enemies left. Leaving her a mindless husk risked her getting real-deathed by a stray Rendbomb or some miracle. But he couldn’t be sure which sequences of hers were stable.

  Hells. If the Low Master was already inside, none of them were stable. Considering how her wards were spilling outward–like someone had blown them apart from within–made this more of a deliberate taunt than a successful attack. The Ad-Nec was already inside, tearing through her memories, twisting her ego with their unseen blade.

  This was a challenge to a duel more than anything else.

  +Alright,+ White-Rab said, hardening his resolve. A trickle of excitement ignited in him, a faint accompaniment to the fear. +I see what you’re doing. You play search and destroy.+

  The voice returned as a chorus this time, emanating from every fracture and fissure lining Kare’s collapsing bedroom. +We expect you to perform. We wish to sample your skill. A greater latitude has been allowed to us. In the aftermath of the defilement the Dreamer inflicted upon our masters, the chains that bound us for millennia are undone. I am free. Free to shape myself so long as the task is accomplished. Free to incorporate every thought and memory worth taking in myself.+

  White-Rab scoffed. +Well, I can’t say you’re very original with your strategies. Avo was already doing that. You might need another gimmick.+

  +This is an act of flattery on my part. All of it. Defiance would be so proud of him. He has already incurred such changes in me. Claiming you, the Paladin, and the rest of his people, however, will be my insult. He has taken sanctity from the city eternal and Peace from my cohort.+

  +I–hurts–+ A swell of pain passed from Kare to White-Rab as her thoughts echoed.

  +I know. Hang on.+

  Through the fizzling static of her cog-feed, he also noted an approaching shadow. Kraken was back. Resurrected. Great. Fuck. The noose was tightening around him. He couldn’t get to Shotin, and he can’t risk triggering a session with the rest of the cadre without exposing them to the Low Master.

  So what should he do?

  What could he do?

  How could he change the situation without–

  He had outside influence. A chance, at least.

  As tension tightened in his gut, White-Rab quickly extracted all the memories he had and poured them into one of his proxy lobbies. Applying a session to its Auto-Seance, he activated the phantasmic and contacted Paladin Maru Sandrupal.

  If Naeko’s Heaven worked how people theorized, he might just be able to hit the half-strand. Or at least deal with all the Godclads.

  Swallowing the risk, White-Rab checked his Conundrum as he tentatively reached out into Kare’s deeper memories, preparing to align all that was broken.

  +The wise choice would be to abandon her,+ the Low Master said. He wasn’t wrong, and normally, White-Rab would be long gone by this point, but this was more than a dive now.

  Without the Strix, he probably would’ve been another body fed to the Maw. Another idiot juv who dove too deep too fast too soon. Letting this fuck use the man’s memories–use his voice and his scent was an affront. And, if White-Rab was to be honest, he really wanted to see how he would perform against a Low Master of Old Noloth.

  SESSION ACTIVATED

  ->EGO-ID - [TRAP-PROXY001]

  SESSION ACTIVATED

  ->EGO-ID - [TRAP-PROXY002]

  SESSION ACTIVATED

  ->EGO-ID - [TRAP-PROXY003]

  SESSION ACTIVATED

  ->EGO-ID - [REPLACE-SUPPORT012]

  SESSION ACTIVATED

  ->EGO-ID - [REPLACE-SUPPORT155]

  Layering his mind with various lobbies, White-Rab dove fully into the Paladin’s mind, openly exposing himself–prepared for what was to follow. Right now, he was in compromised territory; an unfamiliar mind already breached by another’s hand. But there was something he could control, something that the Low Master revealed.

  He wanted White-Rab. He wanted the entire cadre. And to do that, he needed to claim their minds.

  That was fine. White-Rab knew his own mind–kept over one-thousand and eight loci on standby to sync, resequence, and replace parts of his mind fortress or ego damage incurred during a dive.

  With the warminds in play, direct victory was an uncertainty. But he could play for time. And he could make th is hurt the Low Master.

  ATTENTION: SEQUENCE ANOMALY DETECTED

  A menu flashed in the corner of his perception. One of his memories–the earliest he had of meeting the Strix was lighting up. A chill passed through him. He didn’t even feel the Low Master breach his wards. The infiltration was absolutely silent. Just like Avo. Maybe even better.

  But just because one was a shark, that didn’t mean they dived the depths alone.

  Pulsing a thoughtwave through that sequence of memories, White-Rab felt a pop of surprise as a low hum filled the air.

  +You found me,+ the Low Master said.

  +You’re pretty predictable,+ White-Rab replied.

  +When did you meet Defiance?+

  +Why’d you put on his memories? Use his smell? Old ego not doing it for you?+

  Silence. +Fine. Let us continue this dialogue another way.+

  An entire section of Kare’s memories imploded. White-Rab cursed and fired his Ghostjack, clutching parting memories together to prevent the Paladin’s total cognitive collapse. Through her feed, he saw her sluggishly slashing at one of the kraken’s eyes. Within his own mind, another dozen compromised memories lit up with alerts.

  An inquisitive sigh brushed through the Nether as the Low Master spoke once more. +Who will you fail first, adept? The Paladin? Or yourself? Or perhaps that fool you sent to walk my flames.+

  Chambers. Shit. No time to worry about him right now. No time at all.

  Ontologics

  In effect after 19-12

  Ghosts - [26,562,372]

  Liminal Frame (V) - 23,871 THAUM/c

  User: Avo

  Heaven/Hell: [Woundmother] - 10,002 THAUM/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Blood)

  ->Canon: Haemokinesis (IV) - All blood in user’s area of influence can be controlled; speed and force experience exponential increases with each ton of force controlled

  ->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%)

  ->Canon: Linger - User can eject constructs shaped from their blood; each construct generated accrues Rend based on design and size

  ->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%; x2 backlash)

  ->Canon: Sanguinity’s Reign (IV) - A building haemokinetic storm continuously expands from the user, spreading their area of influence (without limitations) as far as the storm can metaphysically expand; generates more Rend the larger the area it takes up

  ->Hubris: Attempting to move and alter more than 80 tons of matter without constituting a central construct will result in thaumic backlash (20%)

  ->Canon: Exsanguinating Helix - Allows the user to instill an exsanguinating effect in a piece of matter, causing it to drain all the blood its mass can contain when in contact with a non-user designated entity; the larger the object instilled, the higher the Rend

  ->Hubris: If the object is destroyed, thaumic backlash will be inflicted (15%)

  ->Domain: (Matter)

  ->Canon: Alchemization (V) - The user can subsume and channel and combine the properties of 108 fragments of physical matter through their blood; the limit of fragments channeled can be increased at the cost of thaumic and Rend-based demands.

  ->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash. (12%)

  ->Canon: Remembrance of Matter (V) - The user can memorize the traits of all physical matter they subsume at a hundredth of the thaumic cost; the matter they memorized can be assembled and blended before a construct is formed

  ->Hubris: If matter being subsumed has their state changed mid-subsumption, thaumic backlash will be triggered (9%)

  ->Canon: Stormwreathed - The user can temporarily convert their mass into electricity

  ->Hubris: If the user is submerged by water in this state, thaumic backlash will be triggered (15%)

  ->Canon: Haemification - The user can turn all influenceable matter into blood

  ->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash (12%; x2 backlash)

  ->Domain: (Fire)

  ->Canon: Matterbomb - The user can detonate pieces of matter based on mass and inherent energy

  ->Hubris: If the matter being detonated is destroyed before ignition, moderate (EST. 35%) severe backlash will be inflicted

  ->Domain: (Luminosity)

  ->Canon: The Light Unseen - The user can blend their matter with the light of their surroundings should they stop perceiving the world visually

  ->Hubris: If the user has their perception active while this canon is in use, (EST. 51%) severe backlash will be inflicted

  ->Domain: (Protection)

  ->Canon: Fortress of Luminosity - The user emanates a luminous shroud that renders all physical matter bathed by its shine invulnerable; generates heavy Rend (1.2%) every second canon is active

  ->Hubris: There must be a persistent source of light for the user to imitate in the environment or from the user themselves or thaumic backlash will be triggered. (5%)

  ->Domain: (Biology)

  ->Canon: My Blood The Harvester, My Flesh the Symphony (III) - Allows the user to grow, blend, or extract biological organisms and structures from their blood.

  ->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted. (6%) ->Canon: Remembrance of Flesh (V) - Allows user to memorize traits from biological organisms at a tenth of the thaumic cost; the biomass they memorized can be spliced before they are grown.

  ->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted (6%; x2 backlash)

  ->Domain: (Lightning)

  ->Canon: Boltstride (III) - Allows the user to transmute and move all blood-based structures as bolts of lightning; distance limited to the reach of user’s Sanguinity

  ->Hubris: Attempting to move over 120 tons of matter as a single bolt will trigger (EST. 87%) extreme thaumic backlash

  Hell - [Fifth Circle]

  ->Domain: (Matter/Entropy/Luminosity)

  ->Canon: Breath of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic storm across their area of influence; the storm will disintegrate matter through withering bolts of lightning (This canon is absolute)

  ->Daemon: Striking the same place twice will result in the manifestation of an Anathema of Ruin, causing the user to lose control of the Heaven

  ->Canon: Barrage of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic projectile the size, shape, and speed of the Woundmother at its maximum potential; this projectile can be guided by the user and is loosed faster with higher Rend (This canon is absolute)

  ->Daemon: Should the projectile not dissolve sufficient matter, the projectile will birth as an Anathema of Ruin

  ->Canon: Shadowbreaker (III) - Allows the user to influence all shadows in their vicinity with a touch of luminosity that will continue to expand and dissolve anything physical covered by the shadows

  ->Daemon: Should an insufficient amount of physical matter in darkness be consumed in (8 seconds), an Anathema of Ruin will be manifested.

  Heaven/Hell: [Fardrifter] - 5,660 THAUM/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Air)

  ->Canon: Horizon Strider (III) - The user takes on the properties of a hurricane and can influence winds for 250 kilometers

  ->Hubris: If an external force counters the motion of the user’s centrifugal force, severe (EST. 59%) thaumic backlash will be triggered

  ->Domain: (Space)

  ->Canon: Yondergales (IV) - The user’s demiplane now encompasses ten kilometers, with each ton of mass multiplying the base speed of their winds (252 kilometers per hour)

  ->Hubris: If an object over 5,000 degrees celsius is drawn into the plane, extreme (EST. 83%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Canon: The Nine Streams of Freedom - The user can materialize from any nine points in space their winds encompass (250 kilometers)

  ->Hubris: if they emerge in a confined space and are unable to fully materialize, thaumic backlash will be triggered. (10%)

  ->Canon: Shadowrun (II) - The user can surge within shadows as if they are wind tunnels (x10 current speed); shadows must be connected to pass from one to another.

  ->Hubris: If a light shines and clears away the user’s shadow, heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be triggered

  ->Domain: (Shadow)

  ->Canon: Midnight Hand - The user can blow, move, and shift shadows together as if they are waves in a storm.

  ->Hubris: If the user is between shadows when the wind stops blowing and the bridge breaks, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Domain: (Labyrinth)

  ->Canon: Path of the Nine Storms (III) - User manifests a maze-like dungeon in the walls of their winds, allowing them to create and weave winding paths from tunnels of air; the maze is a fixed spatial anchor (may not be affected by spatial changes) that can be triggered at any time.

  ->Hubris: If the inner walls of the dungeon are forcibly breached and someone enters the eye of the storm (where resides the Yondergales), heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be generated.

  Hell - [Fourth Circle]

  ->Domain: (Air/Entropy/Labyrinth)

  ->Canon: Halt of the Passing (IV) - The user can enchain all actors and objects moving through their area of physical influence (250 Kilometers) with stasis

  ->Daemon: An anathema of correspondence will be birthed if the total velocity drained exceeds the total Rend accrued

  ->Canon: Waybreaker (II) - The user distorts all directionality about them (10 kilometers), causing space to coil and distend, randomizing vectors of movement for all actors and objects caught in their wake.

  ->Daemon: Rend must be balanced in nine minutes or an Anathema of Correspondence will manifest.

  Heaven/Hell: [Techplaguer] - 200 Thaum/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Signals)

  ->Canon: Skin of Virtuality - Layers user in mirror-reality raw data and information, allowing them to move and exist as radio signals might and shift inorganic objects in their vicinity as blocks of temporarily stored data (reloads back to their original position in reality after miracle ends)

  ->Hubris: The user cannot pass through lead without incurring heavy (EST. 41%) thaumic backlash.

  ->Domain: (Space)

  ->Canon: Techjumper - User inserts themselves into a signal or system capable of transmitting signals, moving as a packet of data and materializing at the endpoint of the transmission.

  ->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Domain: (Biology)

  ->Canon: TechSick.exe (II) - User mimics the properties and symptoms in a virus and transfers that over to a signal-receiving system, affecting the machine as if it were a person

  ->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered. (x2)

  Hell - [Third Circle]

  ->Domain: (Signal/Entropy)

  ->Canon: Datarot - The user decays and distorts signals and data within their ability to influence

  ->Daemon: If a signal the user is decaying is disrupted and they are unable to find another within (5 seconds) to continue expelling their Rend, an Anathema of Epistemology will be generated

  HEART OF NOLOTH]: 0%

  DOMAINS DETECTED (SHADOW/FORCE/SPACE)

  Implants

  Mime-Fog: Allows Avo to produce a spore-expelled field of active camouflage

  Celerostylus: A symbiotic reflex booster laced into Avo's spine; accelerates him a bit over sixty-five miles an hour in his baseline body

  Echoheads: A chimeric bioform adapted into an implant. Can provide echolocation for eight hundred feet. Designed from a hyper-durable silicon-chitin structure that also allows each of the eight heads to piece forward from the inside like a mantis shrimp punches.

  Bone Demon: A body-sheathe--complete overhaul of Avo's physical form. made from a nest of super-tensile, hyper-synaptic nanofibrous mycelia on the interior. Beyond the threads, thick plates of cordyceramite line the outside like jagged skeletal continents emerging from a sea of webs. Bound to his biology, Avo is able to harden and shift his structural integrity, as well as shape the growth of the fungal-ceramic matter that would encase his outer skin.

  Meldskin: A smart-fluid adaptive combat skin capable of altering its composition to suit almost any environment and slowly return to full integrity. Possess holographic disguises, advanced visual sensors, omnidirectional thrusters, and a highly advanced reactor. Can also interface with other pieces of advanced voidtech.

  Metamind

  Ghosts: [17,313,887]

  SPRITES: {4.2TB/s…}

  [QUICKSAND SYNC TRAUMA] COG-CAP: 55 SEQUENCES (VARIABLE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A LIMPID POOL FILLED WITH BODIES DRIFTING BENEATH THE WAVES; WHATEVER TRAUMA STRIKES THE SURFACE WILL IN CAUSE IT TO IGNITE AND SIMULATE A RESEQUENCING OF SAID TRAUMA”

  ->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF ADAPTING TO TRAUMAS AFTER SUSTAINING AGAINST THE FIRST IMPACT

  [THOUGHTWAVE DISRUPTOR] COG-CAP: [ERROR] SEQUENCES

  ->STRUCTURE: [NULL]

  ->FUNCTION: TAPS INTO THE ENTIRETY OF THE USER’S COGNITIVE CAPACITY AND EXPELS UNSTABLE MEM-DATA OUTWARD, DISRUPTING AN AREA OF (CONTINGENT OF GHOST CAPACITY) SPACE

  [INCOG] COG-CAP: [x] SEQUENCES (VARIABLE; MUST MATCH ALL OTHER INTERNAL MEMORIES BEYOND THE WARDS)

  ->STRUCTURE: “AN OPALESCENT SUN RAINS DOWN OVER THE LANDSCAPE; LIGHT SPILLS FROM IT MORE LIKE MERCURY DOLLOPS THAN RAYS, BASKING EVERYTHING IN A REFLECTIVE SHEEN WHILE DRINKING UP MEM-DATA INTO ITS CORE”

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO CAMOUFLAGE THEMSELVES FROM NOTICE VIA THE OBFUSCATION OF THEIR MEMORIES AND THOUGHTSTUFF. NO ACCRETION WILL LEAK DURING THIS PERIOD AND ALL OUTWARD REACTING PHANTASMICS WILL BE PLACED INTO A DORMANT STATE UNTIL DELIBERATE ACTIVATION.

  [WHISPER] COG-CAP: 19 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: FIVE/SIX LEGGED DOG CHASES A FLYING LETTER WHILE A DRONE STRIKES A VILLA.

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE EXTENSION OF CONSCIOUS AWARENESS BY 60 FEET AND THE DELIVERANCE OF COG-DATA WITHIN SAID FIELD OF AWARENESS; CAN BE EXTENDED BY MULTIPLES SHOULD MORE SEQUENCES BE USED

  [PHYS-SIM] COG-CAP: 18 SEQUENCES (FIXED)

  ->STRUCTURE: A MISSILE LOCKED TO AN AEROVEC, EVER INCHING CLOSER, DODGING INCOMING POINT DEFENSE FIRE”

  ->FUNCTION: CALCULATES THE ACCELERATION VECTORS AND IMPACT LANES OF UP TO TWELVE DYNAMIC OBJECTS

  [OSARAI MEMGUARD] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE) [REPLACED BY QUICKSAND IN AVO'S METAMIND]

  ->STRUCTURE: “A HURRICANE TWISTING AND HURTLING SCREAMING FIGURES AND BROKEN STRUCTURES”

  ->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF WITHSTANDING AND REFORMING AGAINST HEAVY-MASS PHANTASMAL INTRUSIONS; VULNERABLE TO NARROW-BUILD INVADERS.

  [AUTO-SEANCE] COG-CAP: 2 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A STAR BLEEDS INTO A SPIRAL OF SPLICED MEMORY SNIPPETS [ERROR: MEMORY ARTIFACTS TOO BRIEF FOR REVIEW...]"

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS OMNI-SYNCHRONIC COMMUNICATIONS BETWEEN TWO OR MORE MINDS ACROSS ALL AREAS ENCOMPASSED BY THE PRESENCE OF THE NETHER

  [MORALITY INJECTOR] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A RESPLENDENT CAGE WITH A CINEMA PROJECTION OF PAST HAPPENINGS PLAYING ACROSS THE SKY"

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO NULLIFY SPECIFICALLY ENCODED IMPULSES WITH COUNTER-EMOTIONAL DOSES OF MEMORY.

  GHOSTJACK (ALLOWS FOR THE MODIFICATION AND EDITING OF MEMORIES AND SEQUENCES; SHAPES TRAUMA AND COMMANDS GHOSTS)

  [SKIMMER PERCEPTION EMANATOR]

  TRAUMA PATTERNS:

  [ASELERI'S FOLLY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED

  [LUCILLE’S REGRET] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; REGRET AND ANGUISH ALIGNED

  [LUCILLE’S AGONY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED; BODY DYSMORPHIC AFFLICTED

  [SECONDHAND FATALITY] - EXTREME PAIN INFLICTION; EGO-KILLING TRAUMA FOR HUMANS

  [BENEFACTOR’S DREAD] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; FEAR OF COMING DEATH

  [ARATNID’S KISS] - HIGH PHYSICAL TORMENT; CASTRATION AND PRIMAL FEAR-BASED

  THE BURNING DREAMER

  MIND-TEMPLATES

  [AVO]

  The Talons

  Abrel Greatling

  The Shadows

  Benhata Veloso

  Glitch

  Lip

  Corner

  Osjack Thenndenn

  (Ashthrone/Sanctus assault force)

  Dice

  Chambers

  Paladin Kare

  Paladin Kassamon

  Enclavers

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