THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm.
Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late.
The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens...
"Shush for now and ever. Why should I change the plans when she gave me the solution?" His hope lightened every tired pupil. As silence bloomed he explained.
"I will catch the noises and deviate them through solids. Through this we can save them once for all. Alright?"
"Right science. But where will they be diverted?" Kenna yelled while reducing the fervour of the rotating tornado to its former size.
"Space is the key."
"But won't that open the sealed portal?" Azarious voiced the anxiety trafficking in every mind.
"After all they are soundwaves and thankfully Aetherth allows no such bizzare external waves to intrude into its atmospheric layers. This proves that we can safeguard and conquer it on one go."
Stating that he mumbled a quick, mute hymn and pushed his hands towards the mirror. A birthing void between his palm created a blazing bronze field that traversed from his palms to fade into the thin air. After some ounces of time, they emerged from the reflective facets of blue kyanite on the other side.
With every fringe detonated from his palm, the coppery hue invaded his marine eyes. The thundering spikes curbed the snaking curtains of raven smoke to pour them out amidst the infinitely massive bits of cosmos. As the diverting spikes restored the silence, the earthlings exhaled the tensed winds.
"What is happening now?"
"Gal-lene!" Azarious broke into tears of joy. His scouring heart impeded the excess beats.
"Azarious! Where are the sounds and visions taken?"
"To the cosmos. We will interpret them through cosmic collisions. Thanks to Laurel." Rohana alleged.
"So what is the vessel to interpret them?" Serephina put forth her abrupt query.
"GOSH! Slay my laidback brain! Someone arrange my tripod. Quickest please," crying it loud Rohana ran towards the divine mother to pull out the burnt wood box sclupted with deep golden crescent moon surrounding the octagram kept near her foot.
In a push of the protruding burnt wooden lever, she opened the sacred crate and picked the achroous glazing, sharp cut orb. She ran to the tripod held in position by Valerie and placed the sphere with utmost caution to fix its three holes on the spokes of the metal.
Confiding her conscience to her breaths, Rohana spelt,
'Decryptige tryft raizs.' (Decrypt the rays.)
The moment she uttered it, some glaring glimpses of light flickered on the transparent glazes of the diamond. Sooner the intense rays seethed out of the facets lowering the clashes of noises to audible decibels.
With every cycle, Rohana could discern the right syllable. She ran to the parchment and her clammy fingers pulled out the quill, spilling some spots of ink to blot the floors.
Invoking her every ounce of strength she scribbled down whatever she heard.
Rohana's emerald eyes fluttered while her tossing thoughts resurfaced what would happen next. Before anyone could portend and comprehend the signs, she did near the answer.
She gathered her courage to confess it. In the eerie moment, the smokes had revealed the impact of their endless preying on Arva. The occurrence before them was way too crude.
Blinding veils of serpiginous smoke, intensified the darkness of the ambience. Brutal spikes of the blood-red shimmers pierced their sharp edges to glisten the residual truce amidst the respiteless spite. Chiming chirps of vermins and worms resounded amidst the lack of voices.
The lifeless palls of grasses and twigs thrived with silhouettes of leaves and ruby frozen buds as the warm smells of daylight and damp rocks dusted the walls to intensely tease the olfactory porters.
The moment the smokes had completely cleared, the diabolical entity shone its rufescent beams through the wrapped cloak of black.
"O-g-r-e!" Mordana gritted her teeth only to part her lips to sip some gushes of air. Within fractions of time, her buds in the tongue tip were hoisted high.
"Why am I tasting sweet essence in this tough time? Could that mean something?"
Stares and struck pale expressions earned her confused glares meddled with agony. If not for Aaron's rigid clasp on her stiffened shoulder, she would have done anything insane.
Amidst the chaotic puzzles, they saw the answers unfold in bits in front of them. But to Rohana the clues were all solved. It was evident from her trembling cheeks warmed with robust flow of blood and her tear brimming starry glares.
She parted her mouth to declare it all with her left out courage. The moment she contracted her speech-cords, she sensed the sardonic stares of the fierce ogre infuriating million piercing needles on her nape. When the heat and chills predated her, her weary self succumbed to the fated calls.
Her deceiving lids fogged her with shades of dusk. She limped until her clanky legs were withering off their last specks of peace to the ebbs of disaster sipping her. But her tough mind battleted it, letting the final threads of power attain preeminence within her.
"They aren't Sluagh, as we supposed them to be," she shrieked with her ephemeral strength
"Did you decode it?" Valerie's eyes popped out almost ready to fall to the grounds. But she couldn't form the words between her thirsty gut and drying lips.
"Oh, sages! May the force save us. What a misfortune we are in!" Kenna cried out while holding Rohana on her arms.
"Hear me, Kenna! They are the evaded tots of Mallacterth."
Her bated declaration drummed the dolorous elegy of agitation snatched the silences in the last ruffles of air, she fell as her twirling thoughts drenched her into the athymy waves, tranquilising her.
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•..GLOSSARY..•
Mallacterth: 'Mallact' is being cursed and 'erth' is a suffix to rhyme with Earth. ━─━─━━─━「₪」━━─━─━─━
Did you see this approaching? Hope the twists and revelations have added new chills and thrills. Here are some points to muse.
.Ø. What do you think the meaning to the chants will be?
.Ø. Why do you think Mordana tasted sweetness? Could there be more significance with it?
.Ø. Lastly, spill your theories about Mallacterth. I'm awaiting it.
Happy reading. Next update will reach you soon (hopefully).
