Lesaton and Berstisum - Flesh and Bone.

HELEN'S POV

"Of flesh Lesaton, of bone Berstisum, From the olden to new. A stream of gold to sustain, mists of white to preserve. Heed my call, conjoin, obey my words, forge, alter thy shape, reform. To be one. COSMIC CONSTRUCT".

The first cosmic construct had been made from the need for destruction. That need and will had taken the fires of Ira, Order, and Divinity to form the Bolt of Ebullience. Now, with each ingredient written down and the speaker title active, the end result was expected to be different.

Mist escaped my lips with each word spoken, each breath of aether floating to shroud the template. The template quickly absorbed the mist within it taking on a look of translucent form. Then it shattered.

I took a step back as pixels darted into my body. I learned something here. Aether and the template were powerful on their own, able to create what was designed. Together they were as absolute as I was. Nothing one did could halt the two when acting on a creator's instructions. Not even the creator itself.

Raw aether controlled by the word of speech maybe could be stopped or dissolved. But aether now absorbed into a template was basically given sapience. Like a code written into its core which it had to follow.

I noticed all this just from the pixels tearing through me, I felt them slip past my physical body ignoring any will or intent to repel them from me, and flowed deep into places I could only enter at will. The feeling was like the tendrils of feathers rubbed under the soles of one's feet. Ticklish.

Lesaton was dragged airborne as was Berstisum, both forged pieces of metals were separated from the arrangement done by the Denners and brought to rapidly float around me in a conical shape. My severed arm was tugged up into the mini maelstrom of materials. The ticklish effect within my body increased bending my spine back as I exhaled in shock. Mist flowed out as breath and entangled with the conical sphere in a blur of lights.

The cone rose high enough to strain my neck just to keep my eye on it.

A loud whistling like the steam released from boiling water in a kettle pierced the air. The cone shattered and the metals all flung piece by piece striking me like bullets and shredding my golden arm construct. My arm disintegrated into several tiny pixelated ashes that dove down sharply. I fell to my knees as piece by piece the metal attached to my shoulder the pixels of my former arm rushing into the marrow of the forging arm. Hot pain seared up my shoulder as I flung my head back. Sometimes I hated the realism in this game.

The pain didn't come from the metal digging and meshing into my flesh or the subsequent pieces that connected to form the ever-growing Lesaton flesh. It came from Berstisum, burrowed into my shoulder to serve as the dense narrow bone of the prosthetic hand. Aether weaving and binding what was left of my former arm into it and forging the dead flesh into synthetic matter around the bones while simultaneously sealing the primordial chaos goo in place.

Lesaton grew with each added piece as did Berstisum, both elongating till the entire biceps and triceps were forged. It forged past the elbow and down the arm oozing dim mist. Finally, the wrists were created, and next came the phalanges.

I panted as the pain died away. My shoulder throbbed from the point of the connection and I felt slight mental jerks as my body tried to connect with the arm. There was no notification to alert me to the arm yet when I check my template I noted the new addition to it.

[NAME - Hildelith Fearghal - Warrior One, Of Fire and Brimstone

TITLES - One of the Speakers, Ender of the Beginning. Unsullied.

FEAT - Creation's Witness, Motivated.

RACE - Nothing >>

BEING - Creator 79

LEVEL - 4 (1201/27000)

HEALTH - 82/82(1640/1640)]

[STATS - TIER 1]

STR - 665+ (50).[>] AGI - 930 + (30).[>]

END - 850] Mind - 832(505.4)+ (20)[>]

WILL - 790(481) + (20)[>]

HIDDEN STAT

Perc - 50

Def - 20

Soul - 10

UNALLOCATED STAT POINTS: 00

SHARDS

1000(Minor)

124(Lesser)

53(Small)

1(High)

1(Higher)

0(Greater)

[CORE] - [SUBDIVINITY]

One-Spark

Cosmic Energy - (MODE - CELESTIAL) - (ASPECTS - Cosmic Imbue - Cosmic Construct)

[SKILL]

Eyes of the Unseen (INNATE)++

Meddler of Fate(INNATE)+

Soul Dao (PASSIVE)

Swordsmanship Lv9 - (7/450)+

Archery Lv8 - (18/400)+

Evade Lv 24 - (241/1150)+

Dagger Lv10 - (43/500)+

Aura Lv15 - (342/7500)+

Daemon Fist Lv3 - (137/150)+

Golem Armor(ACTIVE) Lv5 - (0/250)

Kill Slot(PASSIVE) Lv5 - (198/250)+

Silver Reflection (ACTIVE)

Aum (PASSIVE)

(Prosthetic - Arm of Culdre)

[INSIGHTS]

Divine Purity - (+ 72%)+(+22%)+(27%sp)

Earthen Grace - (+ 20%) + (+ 5% sp)

Earthen Forge - (+19%)(+ 8% sp)

DOME RUNE - Embers of the Flame (+10%) - (Divine [Gold]fire +15% +15%) (Ira [Red] fire +10%) (Pious [Blue] fire +5%) (Pernicious[Green] fire +5%) (Chaos[Purple] fire +5%) (Baleful[Black] fire +5%) (Lacuna[Violet] fire +5%) (∆•¶°• fire +5%) (Frost fire +5%) (Order [White] fire +10%]

Titan's Step

DOME RUNE - Source Eternal (+10%)- (Mellifleunce +10% +5%) (Eternal Frost +5%) ( Unbound Mists +5%)

[PLANE WALKER]

Planes of Mistrelon

Nether Planes (Locked)

Planes of the Tartarean Rifts

(PROSTHETIC - ARM OF CULDRE)

Crafted off the remains of the Absolute's Right Hand, Culdre is as close to sapience as it can get without becoming a living being. Designed to wield, extract and use the Spark hidden within the glows of divinity and the aether bound by divine flesh,

[Perks] - [Metal Resonance] - [Hunger] - [Axis of The Spark] - [Fortitude of the Absolute] - [Ethereal Forge]

[Metal Resonance]

Culdre detects all high-valued metals in a planetary sphere. The use of divinity or such metals to mend or upgrade durability is probable.

[Hunger]

••°•°•°°••

[Axis of The Spark]

Now coded and written to control[summon] the use of One Spark's energy.

[Fortitude of the Absolute]

Crafted not just with metals but from the once arm of the Creator herself. Culdre embodies the might and endurance of a creator. Getting better the more it uses ••°•°•°°••.

[Ethereal Forge]

A free conduit for the aether, a primordial element that encompasses creation. While not capable of summoning the element. Culdre now attuned to the aether can siphon or use the element when exposed to or granted it. [This in most cases does not give control over said element]

I nodded my head in surprise at the descriptions of my new arm. While Hunger was unknown I didn't bother to stress over it, it would simply join the list of unknown skills or abilities. I noted a new side panel that displayed all the features of Culdre and some very interesting things. There was a visible hologram of my new arm floating in green color. I understood that as being completely fine. Which meant red would mean it was taking damage. Below it was different boxes.

[Durability - 100/100]

[Force - 100/100]

[Charge - 0/1000]

Apparently, the arm possessed its stats which made sense given it was an almost biological mech arm. Durability was its health while force was its strength. Charge though left me perplexed. I was certain though that it had something to do with Axis of the Spark. There was no instruction on how to use it though. Still, the arm was already one that gave quite a pleasant surprise.

"Berstisum of my bone and Lesaton of my flesh." the words slipped from me. The probable ideas for an increase in lore in my worlds had gripped me. Culdre was a piece of art that could not be replicated. Not even by me. Unless I was eager to lose another arm to forge one.

"Wait. I could cut my left arm and regrow it. There is no primordial goo to stop it from regrowing." I commented out loud.

If I could make one of such and drop it in one of the many worlds to come then see what kind of story or lore could come from it.

My eyes twitched to my left hand and a shiver went up my spine.

"Nope. No mutilation.." I shivered. A part of me though pondered when I would meet something that would manage to take a limb. The thought made me pause. I pondered how much this game must have changed me to let me think about losing a body part so casually.

"My lady" Two-2's voice brought me out of my thoughts luckily before I could begin a mental spiral. The Unborn stood with his brother as both blocked something tall covered with a robe while their eyes ran over my new prosthetic arm in visible delight.

"The lady is alright now" Both sighed with relief.

"I wouldn't say alright but I guess this is good enough to overlook losing an arm." I shrugged before I cast my attention to the thing behind them.

"So, what do you have there?" both jumped before quickly trying to talk and both speaking over the other. I caught snippets of the problem or lack of it before I clapped my hands together.

I hissed as I felt the solid cold touch of the flexible Lesaton skin on my other palm. The black metal that was now my right arm gleamed at several points like a well-polished blade.

"Alright. Two-2 you first. I'm guessing you fixed my armor from all your gibberish." I took my attention back to the two promising myself to test out Culdre soon.

"We amended it indeed". Two-9 started with a nod while Two-2 walked back to whatever had been shrouded.

"We might have added a bit more too." Two-2 added with haste just as he pulled the tarp off.

"The Malwis of Darkness." Two-9 muttered.

A suit of armor hung over a rack. It looked like leather but was made of metal. Like the Unborn could read my mind it spoke.

"Thosut alloy. A dark ore that steals the light and lets one blend into the shadows." The metal was sewn underneath patches of leather at some points and at others, like the breast and abdomen and spine, it was made visible. Protecting the vital points.

"Leather made from the fur of a sky eagle. Flexible and light."

The armor ended just at the waist and connected to a leather skirt that ended at the thigh. A knee-high boot equally sat to the side. The entire thing was a cold black that just like they said stole the light.

On its chest was the symbol I was slowly coming to know as mine. A teardrop with three wolves howling to the three angles within a golden ring, the ring itself was half a feather and half an iron band. The only gold on the entire armor and it too barely glowed or emitted a bright light.

The last thing was a round black shield with a familiar red shard at its very center. Unlike the armor that had only my symbol, the shield had the teardrop represented as the red shard.

"It's beautiful".

The Unborns beamed impossibly bright. While they had no facial expressions I was definitely certain they were beaming.