[ The thoughts that magic and techniques from their world could be transplanted here should not be a novel idea. Every Shard-Bearer was a result of such cross-pollination, and Zhongli himself had always found it odd the only Lady Yima could pull lost souls from the depth of the Tree of Life. So what that statement were not true? What if the things that could be pulled did not limit themselves solely to the shards of people? And how many people had access to such a skill? ]
It gives pause for thought. Our worlds are gone in the sense that we can no longer feel our attachments to them, that we all experienced their final moments in some form or another. And yet small aspects of them do exist in rare items found in the marketplace, tangible shards of their history such as those that were presented to us at the masquerade at World's End.
At first, I had assumed that it had to do with how the power of thought and memory are more potent here than others places. Communion, pools that can reflect memories, and other such examples hinted that perhaps the worlds that lived in our hearts were not simply confined to there.
But perhaps there is even more that lies beneath the surface.
[ There was much to be learned here but also much to risk. Zhongli had attributed his weakened powers due to the distance and corruption from the geo elemental ley lines of Kenos, sealed deep as they were in this complex. If it was affecting both Johns as well however - then perhaps it was another skill of Aetós's. The mysterious figure was becoming more and more formidable with every encounter. ]
I feel more prepared than when tracking down Manon through the roots of the Tree of Life. And even dampened, the combination of John's constructs and my shields should allow for avenues of strategic retreat if it becomes necessary.
[ But he does look to John to see if he would prefer if the two of them brought along bones for him, baby magic as it was to create them from scratch. ]
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It gives pause for thought. Our worlds are gone in the sense that we can no longer feel our attachments to them, that we all experienced their final moments in some form or another. And yet small aspects of them do exist in rare items found in the marketplace, tangible shards of their history such as those that were presented to us at the masquerade at World's End.
At first, I had assumed that it had to do with how the power of thought and memory are more potent here than others places. Communion, pools that can reflect memories, and other such examples hinted that perhaps the worlds that lived in our hearts were not simply confined to there.
But perhaps there is even more that lies beneath the surface.
[ There was much to be learned here but also much to risk. Zhongli had attributed his weakened powers due to the distance and corruption from the geo elemental ley lines of Kenos, sealed deep as they were in this complex. If it was affecting both Johns as well however - then perhaps it was another skill of Aetós's. The mysterious figure was becoming more and more formidable with every encounter. ]
I feel more prepared than when tracking down Manon through the roots of the Tree of Life. And even dampened, the combination of John's constructs and my shields should allow for avenues of strategic retreat if it becomes necessary.
[ But he does look to John to see if he would prefer if the two of them brought along bones for him, baby magic as it was to create them from scratch. ]
I wish to continue forward.