He was terrified.
As anyone would feel if they were surrounded by wyrms.
Scoria vents burn up in the distance, constantly spewing out clouds of air that rise up the crushing weights of the water. Schools of strange fish gather around every time a vent takes a puff. A gulper eel slowly slithers above him, slamming into slags of tenebris, making them drift down along with the biomass grown onto it. The six serpents stood around him as still as statues, only rotating their heads and eyes whenever the man struggled to stay still within the water. All the muffled splashes and cracks fell silent, as all the fish frantically swam away.
Wrath...The biggest wyrm said again, you came.
They can talk? The man asked Cthulhu.
Yes we can. The wyrm said, answering his question.
The eidolon wyrms are still mentally human, they were people once, just like you. Cthulhu said. These six are the only surviving wyrms to have thrown out to sea like this, and now you're one of them.
Oh shut it old man, Said one of the wyrms, You're the exact reason we're trapped down here in this cold, dark abyss.
The serpents' voices were barely audible, overlapped with eldritch phrases and languages that gave the man chills down his spine. Their appearance was pure nightmare fuel. Just by looking at them, he felt his soul getting slurped out. The biggest wyrm lowered its head even further, to the point where it was directly in front of the man. Their face and body were heavily armored with voidstone, each piece was formed into a different shape that interlocks with one another. He could see the bright cyan skin under the shell glowing through the cracks. Huge lumenly crystal formations were embedded on the sides of their body, as well as on the top of their head and horns. On their backs and tips of their horns were perfectly cut bright golden gems, which matched their eye color and glowed when they spoke. The wyrm lowered its stone eyelids, giving out a serious expression.
So you're half-human, that's a peculiar sight. The wyrm said. I am D̶̡̙͕͎͙̭̞͈͓̑̇̄͐̃̄̀͂̒͑͒̓͐ͅr̷̞̪̱̮̤͎͊ë̶̥̠̪̳̟̲̖͙͕̠̠͔̾̀̀̇̍͊͊̐͌ͅa̴̰̝̗͆́̑̅̽̈́̅̎̈͐d̴̟̮̘͍̣̓͆̈̈́͒͂̎͝, the first of all of them. These are Ţ̶̯̓́o̵̪͇͋̂r̴̛̩̙͊m̸̫͎̈́ȇ̵͎͓n̵͍̝̽̿ţ̴͉̎͝, M̸̳͉̐̚i̶̧̝̅́ș̷͝e̵̥̍̋r̷͖̭̾y̶̠͉͂,̴ V̷͚͑̈́é̷͔̀n̴͓̏̊g̷̨͐͝ẹ̴̅͑a̴̜͛n̶̨͖̓̀c̴̛̙̕e̸̚, G̵͓͓͌̋r̷̺̊̓e̶̝̍͝ĕ̸̩͍d̴͇̋͜, and D̴̪̋̉e̵͍͎͂͐s̵͎̊̀p̶̻͝ȃ̶̖͗í̷̧̭̒r̴̫̗͂́,̸͕̾̕ fellow wyrms of mine.
What's with all the depressing names?
It symbolizes our past sins and regrets, now we're branded by them as punishment. Misery explained.
I'd rather just be called Ren, not Wrath or whatever...
These six wyrms will assist you in your quest, they have forms of knowledge that are beyond me. Cthulhu said.
Wait, I am going to turn into these...giant monster serpents in the future? The man asked.
Certainly not. Said Greed, Your human half negates any form of developing into full eidolons.
...
Well, I'm guessing that there is no more talking needed, wyrms, you can go now.
Actually, I'd rather stay watching. Said Dread.
The wyrms turned their bodies and swan away, their lengthy bodies following them like a kite in the wind. The man also swam away, traveling above the vents, avoiding when they released their air. The schools of fish had moved back to their places after the wyrms had departed, and once again started feeding on the gases. For the spell ritual, Cthulhu told the man he should also harvest some ink and anechoic coating. He dove down through the crevices of the vents and flailed around trying to catch and kill as many fish as he could find. The freaky-looking fish certainly gave him a shock but were no match against him. The man finally caught hold of a cuttlefish, making an incision into the skin and tearing out the slimy sacs, and leaving the corpse as dinner to the other fish. After harvesting a few more, he once again began his journey back to the cavern. Passing through the scoria vents, something slapped him right in the face. He peeled the object off and found it was a kelp leaf connected to a stem. The man had wandered into a forest of kelp.
How can any plant grow here in these dep- what the hell...
In the center of the forest was a crater-sized dent in the tenebris, bigger than the perimeter of Yharim's castle and infested with strange seaweeds and plants. The whole surface was covered with planty mush like a blanket. Small critters nested within the leafy crevices, feeding on the red bulbs that grew from the mush.
This is where Silva fell down, and now it's the center of all her magic. Explained Dread.
In the middle of the crater was a small tree-like plant, only about a few feet taller than the man. It sat on a kelp stem, with thin vines wrapped around it. on top were an array of kelp leaves, shaped like a pedestal for the glowing green orb atop. The strange orb gave out a strange aura, an aura that felt like it injured him. Not physically, but within his soul.
This orb is the remaining fragments of her soul, Dread told the man, don't go too close, this area is sacred.
C'mon, let's go before one of her guardians try to kill you, this place makes me want to puke. Snarled Cthulhu.
The man decided to depart from the area, swimming away from the kelp forest. He passed over the ruins, under the rocky bridges and cliff, and finally back to the hole leading to the cavern. After swimming back up the winding trail, the man finally climbed back into the cavern. His clothes were completely drenched with seawater that dripped into the stone and made tiny streams through the cracks. He poured out all the materials from the dirty bag and asked Cthulhu for directions.
So first, draw an enchantment circle on the ground using the coating, grab 7 rocks and dip them with the coating and place them around the circle. Then, use the ink from the cuttlefish sacs to draw the circle on the first page of the tome.
The man did exactly what he was told. He poked a hole within the coating sac and slowly drizzled the radiant blue substance onto the stone. Even though he'd never drawn an alchemical circle since he awoke, somehow he knew exactly what to do. After that, he picked some equal-sized rocks from the crevices and pasted a lob of coating on each one. Then he grabbed a small stalactite and used it as a makeshift pen, drawing the same circle on the crusty page.
Done.
Good, grab all the lumenly crystals and grind them up into dust. Pour all the dust into the inner circle and then set the rocks aflame using your weapon, the coating is very flammable.
He ground up all the lumenly and zapped the rocks aflame. Even with the makeshift materials when he stepped back it looked like a proper mana ritual. The bright anechoic coating shimmered a blue glow and the flaming rocks acted as candles. He opened the tome and faced the page toward the ritual, waiting for Cthulhu's command.
Hup eldritch mgepogg ot shogg ph'nglui soth, ng ph' mgepogor r'luh ot mana, Y' ah'r'luh fahf nnnr'luhh l' ahnyth Iiahe vessel llll fragments ot broken fhtagn ng orr'ee. Cthulhu chanted out loud.
Suddenly the lumenly dust began to rise up in mid-air. The once orange fire shifted from purple into cyan blue. The enchantment circle on the ground and on the book began to glow brighter. All the dust started to spin in a circle, in the middle a glowing blue orb formed, similar to Silvas. The power was strong enough for the pebbles around the circle to also rise and almost pushed the man away, but he still tried to hold back from closing the tome. Soon all the dust was sucked into the orb and suddenly speeded into the page of the tome, causing a strong impact and making him topple over. The blue flames magically extinguished.
The ritual is done. The tome is now enchanted as a vessel.
The barnacles and kelp and dirt seemingly all crumbled off, leaving a bright, shiny tome that looked as if it was brand new. The cover was stitched with soft blue leather painted into the darkest shades, with metallic gold lines that hugged the edges and connected gold decorations that adorned each corner. In the center of the cover was a drawing of Cthulhu's head, also made with the same golden metal frame. On the spine was a thin strip of blue ribbon with a small ornament attached to the end, resembling a tentacle. The pages were completely ridden of dirt and dust, leaving them as white as snow.
Woah...
A faint light started to glow under his cape. He checked inside and found the mirror Yharim had handed him was the source. Quickly, he ran to one of the cavern crevices and nicely tucked the tome into it, making sure it couldn't be seen at all. After that, he gently tapped the mirror's glass and the man disappeared.
They've never been so shocked before.
It was a wasteland. Standing on the kingdom walls Lloyd could see everything. Half of the buildings in the entire perimeter were smashed until they crumbled like dirt. People relentlessly tried to sweep all the debris aside but nonetheless failed. They could barely breathe. Thick smoke from fires and broken pipes covered the area and twirled around the castle. Ships swarmed the air, shining lights over the jungle canopy.
How could you not catch him? Lloyd said. I knew we shouldn't have trusted him, Kade shouldn't have either.
I told you, he was too powerful, the tentacles moved at lightning speed, they impaled us before we could even get near him! They replied.
How could Yharim do this?! Now the kingdom is in ruins and we're to blame.
All ships began to pile up at one spot, flying around it like vultures. They decided to investigate. Lloyd's hand melted into a red mess, covered with loose tendons that whipped around until they wrapped around a tooth-covered pore. A flurry of bloody tendrils shot out the pore and grappled onto the nearest tree. From there they swung through the thick foliage until they reached their destination. A battalion of soldiers surrounded him, guns loaded and locked right at his head. The man looked somewhat different from the last time they've seen him. Mud and dirt covered his face and clothes, so as loose twigs and leaves.
He slowly raised his hands up high as the general walked out of the crowd, said a few words, and another soldier came up and cuffed his hands. He held no expression of shock as if he was just turning himself in. The man was walked out of the crowd and thrown onto a ship. They were surprised at how he had taken this scenario. From his overwhelming levels of power Lloyd thought he would have tried to fight his way out.
Nothing with this much power should ever exist...
Weapon: The tentacles (not an item just magic), Abyss Shocker
Tools: Magic mirror, Spell Tome
Armor: (no armor)
Accessories: Eidolist cape (CalVan)
Health: 100/100