Valborast watched, still, listening. He did not recognise the words of magic that were being woven, and frowned at his own ignorance in this moment. Whatever was being cast was lost upon him in comprehension of the theories of magic. The frown evolved into astonishment as the spell unravelled onwards, upwards, to the heavens, to the shield, revealing something about natural darkness he had never known before as well as he realised it now.
“By the darkness and blood I do command, such a visage of stars! I've never...I never realised there was so much light in the night sky!”
He did not recognise the stars by name. But now, the depiction engrained the shape into his mind. His own small prowess with essential light magic flickered within his soul, and Valborast felt a small ache in his chest at the sight and arcane revelation. Already, certain concepts that had escaped him seemed so much clearer now, both in form, function and purpose, the light was not simply to obliterate his foes, there was so much more...there was light to be found within the Dusk after all, light to be found in the pitch of night aside from the illuminated moon.
Valborast smiled as he felt more powerful, as if his place in the cosmos had become all the more authoritative as he stared unblinking at the visage.
Somewhere, Riven laughed derisively within it's scabbard as it contented itself with the darkness it was immersed wholly within.
Valborast turned to Seluria, about to say something, but had no words to say. His thoughts ran quick, drunk with revelation and exhilarated at the possibilities of his own craft to unfold.
She is indeed powerful! I must learn all I can from her, this power is remarkable! I must-
He blinked and looked up at the stars, and instead, saw.
“By the darkness and blood, it's...my words! My work!”
And in this moment he read his own words upon the page cast across the shield to him and him alone, each person receiving their own vision as Seluria desired. For Valborast, it was his tome upon the
vampire. The Title emblazened upon the cover, as pages did turn for Valborast as he reviewed his own incomplete work.
The words were shining in red, and it reminded him of coming out of the healing tanks after he had been forced to recover after creating Riven. The red words that did scrawl, but this time, they were upon the page, revealed for Valborast, his own words, his own reflections, before Riven existed.
“By Riven,” he said as he read his own work,
“I can see where I need to go.”
The words he stood and read, transfixed by them. He read what work he had written entirely, and by doing so, reinforced his own understanding of the vampire, of his experiences with them, how he had conquered his own soul by the creation of Riven and the spilled blood in his duel against Petra. How he had divided his own soul and removed the corruption. This book? Was from the mindset still influenced by the vampire. Yet, even during such a time, he had possessed his faculties and perspective on the vampire, Valborast realised, he had still been himself through it.
He drank deep of his own work.
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Finishing his reading, he closed his eyes and trembled, the sensation of so much revelation and medley of memory coming to the fore and humbling him. He whispered to Seluria as he rubbed his eyes, consigning what he had learned from the star and his word of thanks in the words of the arcane to the cosmos, which Seluria may very well understand. The language of the domain of death. It could be understood to be a form of thanks, as the raw forces of magic were sincerely thanked, as Valborast scribed his experience into his own soul, so that he might gain more power, so that he might not forget that which he had seen.
“Kaimanu, Pneuma Tou Ouranou Thumethere, Kaimanu, Kaimanu.”
Valborast sighed. He looked to Seluria and smiled.
“There are no words. My soul is sealed.”
He let out a laughter which was most curious, the laughter of one who had just won something over themselves, a sincerely dark laugh that might seem unsettling. It rang out, and became more joyous as it rang out, and Valborast contained his laughter as to not seem mad. He was smiling. He looked at his hands.
"My power grows thanks to you Seluria. I will remember this. You have my most sincere gratitude."
Somewhere, Riven became silent and cold.
