"Indeed," says Occult, hurrying after the messenger, who is near-panicked now. And with good reason.
On the edge of the desert, just outside of Khufu's fortifications, the elderly Nabu is on his knees, screaming, entwined in golden energy bands that burn his skin as he struggles against them. As the bands wind, they transform into golden metal, fusing with his skin.
And behind him is man with a sharp goatee and what appears to be a magic wand in his hand.
Outside the conflict, Kadabra struggles to stave off the power of the Thunderbolt ... but his will is obviously weakening. He grits his teeth, concentrates on the force field.
"You ... will not ... stop me," he mutters, unde rhis breaht. Beside him, Nabu weakens as the infection spreads.
And she is .... through the conduit of magic Gemma's created, the "files" that once belonged to her future self -- one of The Witch Queen's templates -- begin to transfer. And suddenly, Gemma Marsters is flooded with information ... ghost echoes of a life she's not lived yet, which she may never live. Battles, tragedies. Loves both one and lost.
What happens when you suddenly remember living lifetimes you haven't experienced yet? And what happens when suddenly you know far more than you should of power?
She couldn't stop the transfer now if she tried, and to be honest she's too caught up in it all to even try. A voyeur to a life that may never be she can't look away as she lives it all in her mind.
And now she has a lot more knowlege to draw upon as she pulls at Mekanique with the new things she's learned.
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"Quickly, man!" he says to the servant. "Take us to him! He's in grave danger."
Occult prepares to shuffle after the man, but takes a moment to glance at the others, particularly Fate.
"Whatever it is that has happened to Fate ... the chaos infestation, The Witch Queen's control ... it's my suspicion that it begins here."
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Then we must see that this ... obscenity does not come to be.
His voice is dark, resolved.
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On the edge of the desert, just outside of Khufu's fortifications, the elderly Nabu is on his knees, screaming, entwined in golden energy bands that burn his skin as he struggles against them. As the bands wind, they transform into golden metal, fusing with his skin.
And behind him is man with a sharp goatee and what appears to be a magic wand in his hand.
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"You ... will not ... stop me," he mutters, unde rhis breaht. Beside him, Nabu weakens as the infection spreads.
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And she is .... through the conduit of magic Gemma's created, the "files" that once belonged to her future self -- one of The Witch Queen's templates -- begin to transfer. And suddenly, Gemma Marsters is flooded with information ... ghost echoes of a life she's not lived yet, which she may never live. Battles, tragedies. Loves both one and lost.
And power ... things Gemma has yet to learn.
All of it flows to her.
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She couldn't stop the transfer now if she tried, and to be honest she's too caught up in it all to even try. A voyeur to a life that may never be she can't look away as she lives it all in her mind.
And now she has a lot more knowlege to draw upon as she pulls at Mekanique with the new things she's learned.
"You will be an empty shell."
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