Vescrutia: Legacy

The pair traveled immersed in their daydream of the land before it became engulfed in civil assaults. Evant spared no detail as he wove a riveting display of Luminara in her glory. Dalazar found himself entranced with the vivid images of the towers that seemed to scrap the nape of the skies. The filtering lights fluttered about with magical energy. Naten surged through the land and structures providing a constant light. The motions of joy from the residents, it was truly a spectacular visage. Denkai architecture was truly like walking into the future, despite the humble genius of the astral city itself the Denaki had been constantly reinventing and improving upon their ancient culture introducing new kinds of techniques and systems to help regulate the continent of Muu. The city and its beauty were a testament to their valiant strides toward independence. Seeing it made Dakzar wonder what It would take to unite the distant families at last. It was a tension that could not be blamed on the false king alone, the very structure of it was the power conflict between Ain's and the Ruby queen long ago.

"It saddens me to see this land so far removed from its former glory. Is this to be the fate of the Denkou as well?"

He spoke as Evant walked firmly beside him.

"So long as there is one among us with the gale to resist him, the Kingdom will stand tall my lord."

Dalzar's gaze shifted to the side before he felt an odd feeling in his stomach.

"Myos-Azar will not rest until all we have built is reduced to ruin, he must be responsible for feeding the sown seeds of discord here, even with my magic sense failing me, I know the pattern of his twisted ambitions well....the regrets for the fallen linger still."

Evant would shift the scene before them from Lumenara to a vast landscape of a grassy plain.

"Darkness and hatred are the root of much pain in the world Dalazar, but just like there are seeds of negative brewing, there is still love and light within the soil as well... Do not forget you are the seed...the bud...the hope."

His disparaged face smoothed out into an appreciative one. Evant always knew just what to say to soothe his troubled heart. They watched as the sun rose signaling a new dawn, perhaps a new age once the darkness was cast out from their home. But then a pricing cold infiltrated their serenity casting the lush plains into a firey blaze of azure. Dalazar instantly recognized the searing malic of the influence. Azaar, he had found them. He knew it was a possibility after reestablishing his connection to the Irrium, though he had hoped by them being so far away from the main kingdom they could evade his sense longer. He should have anticipated that with the current state of the Denkai Kingdom being in such turmoil his enemy influence's reach had expanded.

I.SEE.YOU


Like a menacing phantom, Dalazar heard Azar's voice once more. It sent a current of fear through him to which Evant pronly responded by nodding to him affirmably.

"And I see you! Know this Azar, I will save my family from your wretched clutches."

The blaze grew hotter, the dreamscape of the realm roared with his fury, his malice infesting the Irribruim. The weight of his hatred bred down on them with impressive force. However, Dalazar would not yield his eyes burning with a brilliant emerald glow as he flexed his might against that of Myos.

"I AM COMING TO SAVE YOU MYOS!"

Dalazar's intention sent a shockwave through the Irribruim. For a single moment, all beings connected to it could feel his overwhelming emotions touch them. To common Denkou, this would feel like nothing more than a fleeting wave of inspiration, but for the leaders of the great houses, it would mean so much more. For a single moment, the wave of Azar's agony subsided, allowing Myos a second of clarity.

"I'll be waiting..."

In that isolated moment, Dalzar could hear his older brother's voice as clear as day. He was still there, wrestling against Azar's ambitions of dominance and destruction. He would not fail him...not like he had before. Dalazar's influence banished the hellish blue flames of the Daishin, cleansing the realm of his presence for now. As Azar's influence faded, the glowing-eyed king looked to the Evant with a slight smile, and as he did, he felt another presence...one that he had not felt since he was a child.

"!!!"

"Sire?"

Evant looked concerned as he felt the dramatic shift in his emotional state. That was until he felt the presence...it couldn't have been.

" Dalazar," Nalumire called out, his voice carrying through the ether.

Na'lumeire's influence swept into the charred realm like a gentle breeze of rejuvenation. As his presence ebbed within the spiritual domain, Dalazar's chest became increasingly tight, and his grip over the realm became unstable. This had to be some trick, some demonic ploy of Azar. He saw Nalumire die right before his eyes, didn't he?

"Na..."

"This is....the Ruby Prince's magic...My lord..."

He wanted to keep Evant from finishing his sentence, fearing that he might crumble under the weight of his words. But he was too shocked and anxious to move to stop him.

"Your brother...lives."

That gentle breeze erupted into a howling wind as the burned dreamscape became one of a large emerald ocean and a red sun. Dalazar's eyes became laden with tears—sorrow, anger, confusion, and joy. After all this time mired in misery, blaming himself endlessly for his brother's death...

Dalazar's emotions reached his twin through the bounds of their shared consciousness. He attempted to create a private channel between them, and his wishes flooded into the dreamscape.

"Nalumire?"

Nalumire and his valkyries, a fierce quartet of beauty and strength, stood vigilant in the shadows, their eyes focused intently on the distant glow of the humble inn. Within its walls, Dalazar lay unknowing, a pawn in a twisted game played by the treacherous Myos. The night air had the anticipation of the battle to come, a silent pattern of unspoken fears and unwavering determination.

Daitsuya and her sisters, each wielding their own unique naten, reached out through the Iribrium, a mystical plane where thoughts and memories intertwined like the threads of fate. They sought the mind of their prince, Dalazar, but the signal was frayed, tainted by the malicious whispers of their enemy. Myos had cast a spell to deceive him, a chilling illusion of Nalumire's lifeless body, a specter that haunted Dalazar's every waking moment.

Their efforts to reconnect were met with resistance, the psychic waves distorted by the dark magic that clung to the very essence of the city. Yet, they persevered, drawing upon the combined power of their spirits. With each attempt, the bond grew stronger, the link between the brothers more tangible.

Finally, with a burst of collective energy, the mental barrier shattered. The link was established, a bridge of light connecting the minds of Nalumire and Dalazar. The joyous reunion was palpable, a silent shout of victory over the tyranny that had separated them for so long. Their thoughts and emotions swirled together like a tempest in a teacup, the years of longing and sorrow washed away in an instant.

Myos, the puppeteer of their fate, watched from afar, his Ascendant Eyes glowing with the fury of a thousand suns. His grip on Dalazar's mind had been loosened, but he was not yet defeated. He knew of their meeting, felt the surge of power as they broke free of his deception. The rage within him grew, a monstrous creature that demanded retribution.

The valkyries tensed, their naten blazing to life as they prepared to shield the reunion. They knew the danger that approached, the wrath of the one who sought to control all. Yet, in this brief moment of victory, they allowed the brothers their stolen time.

And so, amidst the chaos of the city, in a sanctuary of shadows and light, Nalumire and Dalazar stood face to face once more. The weight of their separation lifted, the burden of guilt and pain shared between them, melded by the warmth of their unyielding bond. For now, they were together again, a bastion of hope in the shadow of the false king's reign.

"Dalazar," Nalumire called, his voice a gentle caress against the fabric of the Iribrium as He and Dalazar were now looking at each other face to face..

The world around them faded into a blur of emerald and crimson, a testament to their unbroken connection as Nalumire's eyes filled with emotion he reached out and hugged his brother. Embracing him with love he so long to give his brother.

The twin princes reunited again, their combined mystical affluence barring the Daishin from entering their domain. The reunion of lightning and wind revived once more. The realm of Iribrium responding to the ardor of the moment became a melting pot of their various experiences since being apart. Dalazar could scarcely believe his eyes, a part of him hoping this was some fabrication, a dream born from his desire to see his flesh and blood again. Myos had been preying on his grief since his brother's seemingly untimely demise, presently badgering him with nightmares of his twin's visage. He had been warping the memory of their bond and spinning the narrative that his brother had left this world with a heart of hatred for Dalazar. It was not until he learned how to sever his bond to the Iribrium that he was finally freed from this. However, after reestablishing this connection after awakening his birthright, Dalazar has been able to resist his elder brothers' manipulations. But as he heard his name escape Naluimire's lips, there was no mistake about the weight of the emotions that overcame him. Nalumire was alive.

"Brother?"

He started to reach back out, but hesitancy stopped him before he could move a muscle. It was like he was petrified, stuck in utter disbelief. He...he watched his twin perish beneath the might of his power. Crushed along with the other members of the royal guard at that time, Myos's wife, Ida, is among the dead. Yet, as the essence of the Marashin intermingled with that of the Arashin, he could not deny it. His eyes swelling with emotion began cascading down his face.

"Nalumire!"

He ran into his brother's arms, practically throwing himself into his brother's embrace. Between Azar and his mother's memory magic, he could barely make heads or tails of truth and lie, but this, this embrace, this magic—it was a fact. His brother was alive; he could barely begin to process the onslaught of feelings and memories.

"How...how is this possible, I thought...no, I know I saw you die."

He said, bawling, his cries filling the realm with primal emotion. Evant stood some distance behind him, his eyes beginning to tear, but true to his solid nature, no tear would fall, keeping his emotions in check, but his happiness for his love could not be hidden. They had finally found each other, but destiny still had a plan for the Dnekou brothers.

"Dalazar, my dear brother," Na'lumire whispered into the Iribrium, his voice a soothing balm to Dalazar's soul. "I am alive, but we have much to discuss and even more to do." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly with a mix of urgency and determination. "I need you to come to the Sylvarian Gardens in the far north of Muu. There, I will explain everything and reveal the truth behind our fate."

The mention of the Gardens sent a shiver down Daitsuya's spine. It was a place of legend, a sanctuary where the whispers of the ancients could still be heard if one knew how to listen. The journey there would be perilous, fraught with danger from Myos's forces and the treacherous landscapes that lay between. But the promise of understanding, of unraveling the pattern of lies that had been woven around them, was too tantalizing to refuse.

"The Phonaphix," Nalumire continued, "is there. It's an ancient grimoire that holds the key to our people's connection with the winds. If we can claim it, we may stand a chance against the dark tide that threatens to drown us all." His words hung in the air, each syllable resonating with the gravity of the situation. "We must unite, Dalazar, for the sake of our kin and the future of our world. The time for grief is over; now is the time for action."