*It's a long one. I mean the deuce I took this morning, not the chapter.
Chapter 27
Vivec walked out from the hideout cottage in the middle of the ashlands. Leaving a sleeping Lielle inside the hideout, he ran his eyes on the horizon slowly. He sensed something. His new abilities told him that something was coming, but he did not yet know what.
After the final experimentation, his eyes seemed to have gained more depth, and he carried a more silent and demanding presence around him. He no longer saw the world with mortal eyes. His perspective of the world was changing rapidly, but he was glad that it did not change his views of his ultimate goal.
Vivec walked towards the ash hill where the sun would rise. It was almost dawn, and he felt more and more uneasy. Inside his body, his magical senses began to vibrate and hum rapidly – something no ordinary being would be able to notice. He could see the air around his give a bluish haze, the whole area being targeted for something.
'For what?' He thought.
He pondered upon the possibilities. It was no mere magical anomaly. His senses told him otherwise. A significantly great amount of magic was being gathered here, and the humming grew louder inside his head, a song only he could hear, performing a crescendo.
At the peak of its song, the music snapped in his mind, and several blue figures began forming around him. The blue figures quickly steadied their form, turning into a group of high elves, dressed in the gold-green robes of the Psijic order.
They finished teleporting around him, and Vivec counted twelve mages.
"It looks like we caught him off guard." A mage said. And with that, he grasped hold of a ball of fire in his hand, ready to strike.
Aicmon frowned. He was desperate, and his positive thinking began to judge his thoughts. Did they really make it in time? Can they still stop him from getting the power of gods?
Before he could give a command, Sanydil tapped his cane on the ash, spraying dust around him. At the tip of his cane, the soul gem cracked and hissed, and shot a beam of lightning at Vivec's feet, which rapidly shape-shifted into an abnormally huge frost giant.
Vivec remained calm, as he looked around him. He was right. Something was coming for him. From the looks of things, it was the Psijic order. He looked up at the frost giant, and looked at the other mages. They were all prepared for battle, but each of them was nervously grasping a spell. They were waiting. Waiting to see what he could do.
Vivec closed his eyes, and ran his fingers along the air. He could feel things he had never felt before – magicka existed everywhere. He could see blue particles that were invisible to the mortal eye. He felt something that closely resembled a pile of strings around him, and the moment he touched them, the godly parts of his body instinctively told him what he could do.
Sanydil couldn't wait any longer. Although they were just the first of ten groups sent ahead to test Vivec's abilities and look for a weakness, should he have attained godhood, he refused to wait until Vivec made the first move. Pushing his cane forward, he commanded the giant to bring down its club, made from enchanted ice.
The giant's club would have burst Vivec's skull into pieces if they were a day early in their arrival.
Vivec's fingers twitched for an instant, pulling a sting ever so slightly, and in an instant, the giant's head pulled itself off, like a sabre cat tearing the meat in a beautiful yet grotesque manner. There was no blood, as the giant's body dissolved into nothingness, its existence erased with it finally being free of the powerful magic that trapped its soul in the staff.
The head never reached the ground before it dissolved.
The twelve elite mages acted immediately, on a single pure, ancient instinct that guided mortals since the beginning of time: Danger. Kill.
Twenty four bolts of magic, each different in every color, swirled towards Vivec, forming patterns and shapes in the air, like a beautiful painting. Vivec tore his arms across him, like cutting an invisible wall of paper, and the magic missiles swerved out of the way, exploding in the dust upon impact.
Panic, chaos and violence ensued between the two forces. The order's mages began relentlessly casting spells at him – anything and everything their vast history of knowledge taught them.
Sanydil and Aicmon both gritted their teeth and cursed the fact that they were too late. His powers were well beyond anything they could comprehend. They were giving it their all, but Vivec was expressionless, his face not even acknowledging the existence of this battle.
With each barrage of spells, Vivec simply redirected them to the ground, or to the mages, with a simple wave of his hand.
The continuous combo of spells missed a tempo, as one of the mages skipped casting for a second.
And that was all Vivec needed.
Vivec's eyes glowed an intense white as he glared at the incompetent elf. His lips formed the words:
"Die."
The elf, looking back at Vivec gave a puzzled look, which was instantly twisted into a grimace and pain. He clutched his chest and roared in pain so loud that the dust on the ground shifted. He clenched his eyes shut when-
His body tore away into a dust of magicka, and faded into the air.
This time, all the mages stopped.
They stared at Vivec, their fear now greater than ever. He was toying with them. He had just turned one of them into pure magicka – the concept, the idea, the genius of itself being purely insane. There was no blood, no bones and no flesh. Even his soul was converted into a simple energy source, that was scattered into the air, now a part of the realm of Nirn forever. Nothing like that had ever been done before – not even by the true Vivec, or the Daedra.
They gave it their all, and to the demigod, he met them with an effort comparable to a small child squashing a bug. It was effortless. His power was so pure.
He was complete.
End of Chapter 27