(He shrugs.)
(He shrugs.)
(He pressed on one more button and a teleporter whirrs to life.)
Are you ready for our little adventure, dear Warrior?
(He pressed on one more button and a teleporter whirrs to life.)
Are you ready for our little adventure, dear Warrior?
(He raises his hand and a couple of chimeras become tied together with a chain.)
Oh look, a bundle! Hit 'em with your best shot!
(He raises his hand and a couple of chimeras become tied together with a chain.)
Oh look, a bundle! Hit 'em with your best shot!
Is that so? And who did, if I may ask?
Is that so? And who did, if I may ask?
(Then he leans against one of the desks.)
The answer is rather simple. Dynamis holds memories, aether remains constant. If we force friction between the two, we can move freely between a point in the past and one in the present. ++
(Then he leans against one of the desks.)
The answer is rather simple. Dynamis holds memories, aether remains constant. If we force friction between the two, we can move freely between a point in the past and one in the present. ++
It was successful, a minor rejoining in a sense.
But it didn't only come with ancient memories, it came with the memories of every single shard. And with their personalities too. It was like having fourteen people in my head. My soul might've been whole, but ++
It was successful, a minor rejoining in a sense.
But it didn't only come with ancient memories, it came with the memories of every single shard. And with their personalities too. It was like having fourteen people in my head. My soul might've been whole, but ++
That was one of Emet-Selch's first experiments on me after the sundering. And I aided him, blindly so, because my thirst for knowledge did not cease even as Amon. Or... any of my shards, really.
(He goes through the newly revealed code, sorting through the ++
That was one of Emet-Selch's first experiments on me after the sundering. And I aided him, blindly so, because my thirst for knowledge did not cease even as Amon. Or... any of my shards, really.
(He goes through the newly revealed code, sorting through the ++
(After pressing some buttons and flicking some switches, new bunches of code appear. He really does look like he belongs in this environment.)
You could also force your ++
(After pressing some buttons and flicking some switches, new bunches of code appear. He really does look like he belongs in this environment.)
You could also force your ++
(He goes through the various walls of code, nothing written in a spoken language, just varieties of numbers, key phrases and symbols.)
Call it closure, if anything. Or are you scared about what you will find?
(He goes through the various walls of code, nothing written in a spoken language, just varieties of numbers, key phrases and symbols.)
Call it closure, if anything. Or are you scared about what you will find?
(He drags some holograms over.)
I'm making a stable connection to the past.
(He drags some holograms over.)
I'm making a stable connection to the past.
Does taking out your frustrations on a poor unfortunate soul ever work?
Does taking out your frustrations on a poor unfortunate soul ever work?
...My, so that's what became of it. I expected a much bigger signal from it.
(There is something reminiscent of Hermes as he starts working around the laboratory, bringing some new machines to life.)
No matter, so long as you're connected to Azem.
...My, so that's what became of it. I expected a much bigger signal from it.
(There is something reminiscent of Hermes as he starts working around the laboratory, bringing some new machines to life.)
No matter, so long as you're connected to Azem.
(He snaps his fingers and they're inside the Crystal Tower, in one of the laboratories.)
Do you still have Azem's stone with you?
(Right to business, then.)
(He snaps his fingers and they're inside the Crystal Tower, in one of the laboratories.)
Do you still have Azem's stone with you?
(Right to business, then.)
How painfully rude, I was ready to issue a warning.
How painfully rude, I was ready to issue a warning.
(And he gets ready to snap his fingers.)
(And he gets ready to snap his fingers.)