>>6012777>What is this? <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-b">A leftover from someone insane enough to mix things into something that Should Not Be. Use it well. I doubt it will survive the coming battle, should you need to use it. And no matter what happens, do not let that gem break. But it will bite, and bite well. Now we may start. </span></span>
Magnus claps his hands, and lights blow out while the dark sphere in the middle of the room comes alight with blue flame, flickering weirdly, hovering in empty space. It writhes, as if resisting Magnus’ will, but eventually it bends and subsides into a particular shape, the sphere becoming purer while the flame splits in the middle, weakening on the right side while growing stronger on the left, becoming two distinct shapes on either side of the sphere. You feel a sense of <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-b">wrongness</span></span> just looking at it, impossible to explain.
You shake your head, and see that Magnus’ eye is gleaming brightly, brighter than anything else in the room. Ahriman too is beginning to glow, though not as brightly as his primarch. Magnus nods at you, and you feel a tug, a compulsion to move. Almost without realising, you begin to move so that you are opposite Magnus, on the other side of the sphere, the sword drawn by your side. Magnus points a finger each at Valdor and Ahriman, and they too begin to move so that they are opposite each other, to the left and right of Magnus. The four points of a compass.
Then, Magnus stands, bringing himself to his full height. He towers, his hands clenched, and walks forward towards the sphere. You did not notice it before, but you hear a sound, a whispering, no, a choir of voices whispering things. You cannot make out the words. It is like the voices from that other world, the workshop, though these voices are more, many more, though they are quieter than before. Valdor and Ahriman are silent, though Ahriman is holding a staff of his own suddenly.
