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[Credit to JJcanvas]

 

We are before infinite potential, indeterminable in its might. A myriad of possibilities. The Archon thought to himself as he stood before the node and its incandescence. It listened with no sound, and moved without motion; the node was a paradox, truly, one that unleashed raw magical energy and eased the burden of spellcasting. Tales tell of mages who were able to draw from the infinity, and harness the dormant power within. A feat that he knew well; a product of the Errant’s escapades, throwing Avenel and a few of those of the old and ancient Brotherhood within them. For better or worse, these advents broke and ushered. Although it pained his eyes, he glances into the power -- that tear within the very unreality of his world -- the creature knew what he needed to do to harness such chaotic incandescence.

 

 

 

He reached towards the very rift, feeling its immense power and incomprehensible knowledge wash over him. It slammed his body with ethereal power, infecting the mind with mind-breaking knowledge - knowledge the warden coveted and caught. He felt it course through him as he continued - the magical energies becoming one with with the Primarch’s body; one with his own being, causing the creature to beckon a foul roar. He had felt this power before, when he was near Vailor’s unstable Node, as well as Errant’s, the Warden’s home; and yet it was still much to handle, for he never truly reached into the unforeseen power these nodes had. They are where the veil is the weakest, so weak that the very Void is visible through the tear. As he kept channeling, the power only grew more difficult to handle - he was not yet used to reaching into the Void-Node; if he wanted to do something, it was now or never.

 

Avenel enacted change. He forced the power, the infinite potential to its knees, extracting its knowledge while he remained so closely connected to the Void. He felt as though he could understand it all, or perhaps the Warden allowed him to think such, but through the feeling, his weaving power reforged an item - channeling and imbuing it with the infinite potential this Void had to offer. The item twisted and contorted as the energies fell over it, tainting its being with intricate runes that meant nothing - Madman’s Knowledge - and its body shifted and morphed into various shapes within its size. As though it could not hold the magical power within, the item sprung with a heavy magical presence, spewing ethereal particles that resembled the very cosmos, swirling around the item in a small orbit. It was done - the first of many - fulfilling the request that Masked Watchmen asked when the Node came into existence. REMOVE THE CONNECTION. An eldritch scream resounded through his cranium, and he felt himself losing grip, the madman’s knowledge spilling into his mind, but it was so sweet to the Archon - the infinite potential he could so have; and with a reluctant motion, he broke the connection from the node, leaving him to gaze upon his creation.

 

Under the Infinite Form.

[Credit to Tommy Arnold]

 

 

[mitto 2312]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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