Nothing personal she says as she walks over them like a giant among ants. Her words stung Bo's pride like a wasp. Gritting his teeth in irritation his ego refused to allow him to collapse. Especially not with Veronica now completely out cold. What was bubbling in the pits of Bo's being was a feeling he was not too accustomed to.“Just do me a favor and take a nap, yeah? I got a job to do, so it’s nothing personal.”
The receptionist stepped over Veronica and Bo and laughed her way up to the next flight toward Lana and the glass-bound Zero Venkage at her hip.
Anger
Just as Veronica's body went limp he thought about this journey from its start till now. How he had staked everything on coming here risking more than just his pride. He risked his very life to get here and this was how it was going to end?
Their pain, their grief."The Emerald Ocean is a double entendre, it has two meanings. The one I just shared is the general knowledge. The other half is something that only one fated to walk the path of a true king can understand. Being king means shouldering the grief of your entire nation. Not just their grief, but their dreams, hopes, goals ambitions. Their fears and their anxieties. The title "Emerald Ocean" speaks also to the insurmountable weight that rests on the king's shoulders. Being a King let alone the Emerald King means more than just wielding power my son. To be a true king means to be an impeccable listener."
The light magic was rapidly becoming more effective as his mind briefly pondered the points of this adventure that had strengthened his conviction and granted him the courage when doubt tried to snatch his resolve. He had come so far traveled leagues from his home escaping the tyrannical hand of his brother to discover the origins of his birthright. All in so he could return home and liberate his people and his family. Was he going to fall here? Was this truly the extent of his resolve?
Their dreams...their hopes
"I...""Oh Zero... didn't you hear me?"
He said as his index and middle fingers on his right hand began to radiate a soft green hue before a sharp snapping sound would be heard. This action activated a sigil of Bo's Shirt that caused it to dissipate into nothing revealing his bare torso. His body was quite defined and toned. Bo' had spent years honing his vessel into the perfect container for his inheritance. His standing as one of the purest Denkou blood duty bound him to train vehemently in the pursuit of mastering his physical so that he might one day master his magic just the same, Upon his body would be seen several runic tattoos. The Emerald Serpent, The Crimson Ant, The Ebon Bear, and the Sapphire Mantis. Each represents one of the Four glorious Houses of Denkou which have governed the precarious nature of lightning magic through several millennia. It was this his pride, for them his joy he stood here today. He would face toward the pseudo gateway to hell. He would inhale deeply, closing his eyes for but a second before exhaling and staring into the searing abyss.
"I...will not die..."
His tone was solid. Unshakable. A mere moments later and Bo would begin gathering his naten. His frame began to radiate a beryl hue as his eyes shimmered with a subtle blue flare.
He heard the voice of the receptionist count down from 7-5 faintly he could hear Lana's voice. Her annoyed tone reminded him of someone else he knew with quite a temper. He could also hear the voice of a man but it was faint.
" Th..that's..right""B-but I am very good at helping people. I like to read and learn and heal so I know there is always something that I can do to make life easier in the kingdom. Mom, grandad, Evant, and Auntie Eme all said they believed in me too. So long as I have that...people who believe in me, father."
For the faintest moment, a slight green flare ignited in Dazuma's eyes
"I will not fail, I can also be king!"
Dracovi's eyes watered slightly overwhelmed with emotions at his son's dedication and bravery. He noticed the faint trace of magic and knew now there could be no doubt. His face and voice were filled with pride
"I believe in you my little Bo. Future Emerald King, the basin of the Emerald Ocean"
Bo would say as he laid Veronica down choosing not to take her up the stairs with him after all. He just might be putting her in harm's way. Instead, he held her hand. From his hand to hers the light of his magic would swirl and trace along hers manifesting a glyph. This was a protective ward that would create a small borg around her shielding her. That festering frustration went from a brisk gale to a spirited squall igniting his resolve sending his convictions into a crackling storm of determination. This vigor and the power of his healing spell gave him the strength to muster through the drowsiness he was feeling. It would not be besmirched here.
The honor of the name Denkou
Lana it's Bo listen just trust me right now, please. Close your eyes and if you are next to Zero, shield his!
He didn't have time to apologize for abruptly entering her mind. He'd beg for her forgiveness later. He reached just before the top of the stairs. They were closing in on her.
Within the palm of his left hand, a marble-sized sphere of emerald naten would come to be.
Lucio
The name of his scarf, an enchanted item created by Gamallow over 200 years ago and gifted to his grandmother the then-first seat of the Flonne House. Handed down to her daughter the now Queen Onohall; Bo's mother. The scarf is a product of "weaving" an ancient Denkou art that lets them treat stone like thread. Further enchanted by his mother's light magic, Bo can use naten to manipulate not only the density and shape of his scarf but treating it as an extension of himself letting him manipulate it whether it's on his person or not.
"1"
Bo said as he fired off the marble toward the middle of the enclosure. Right after it would explode releasing a mind-boggling array of disorienting lights that would hopefully temporarily blind their pursuers. If only for a few seconds. By the time the flare would end, Bo would be seen standing on his own two feet slightly leaning on the wall no longer nearly as haggard as he was earlier. His scarf though wasn't around his neck. Instead from behind VNYM would feel a tap on her shoulders. Should she turn to face it or not she would be met with a large emerald blanket-looking cloth that aimed to wrap itself around her like a python would its prey with an equal force which could prove troublesome for her. With durability like a diamond, she would find it hard to resist.
"Lana, are you alright?"
He took a breath as he gained his balance and stopped using the wall for support. The healing magic was doing its job though not as fast as he would have hoped.