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walking to where the altar stood, blood from the earlier incident with the boy was still visible, and he touched it, smiling. perhaps he wouldnt need the child after all. the moment the man touched the blood however, the book reacted, slamming into the altar, pinning his hand down, crushed to uselessness. flying open, the book stopped on a pair of pages that depicted one large pattern, and the pattern began to glow, as the final beam of energy hit the large seal on the back wall. looking to it, Fog had a nasty feeling that karma had caught up to him, as the book began to do something of its own accord, the malicious aura it had been exuding since landing pouring out far more powerfully than before, the few items for the ritual Fog managed to collect moving to the book itself, spinning on all axis above it, moving into an arrangment, the feather tapping the blood, drawing it in and etching onto the fang a series of patterns, right before the fang drove itself into Fog's chest, at his heart, piercing it just a little. gasping in pain, Fog felt a surge of energy as the book began to pour power into the fang and into him, the entire temple lighting up, the patterns glowing all throughout it, a barrier forming in the center of the room around the altar on the pattern adorning the floor. swirling aorund like a hurricane, elemental energy began to gather in the room, slamming into fog over and over, as Fog stood, trying to contain the mass amounts of energy gathering in his body. eyes glowing brightly from the power entering him, and light pouring from his mouth as he wordlessly screamed in pain from the energy, fog fell to his knees, skin flaking, as the elemental energy in the temple, which was beginning to become dangerous as it gathered outside the energy field around the altar, continued to hit him faster and faster. struggling to his feet, Fog stumbled, toward the massive door, which was beginning to open into a large, circular crater in the middle of the mountain, which was specifically for the ritual, but a red streak of energy slammed into his chest, makin ghis progess halt before it really began. a blue streak, from the left, slammed into his arm, and ripped it off from the elbow down, spinning fog around, clutching the stump as his flesh was ripped from his body. getting back up, Fog took another step, but at this point, he seemed to blur, a golden image of fog seeming to stretch off of him like an image out of focus, Fog screaming in pain more as his entire body shook from the strain. getting hit in the side, a chunk of Fog's side getting torn from him, exposing his innards, which spilled out. letting go of his stump to hold his intestines in place, Fog stumbled onward, his skin gone, his muscles disintigrating as the inccomplete ritual pulled him apart. another burst of energy, this one green, unlike the red that took his arm, or the blue that took his side, slammed into fog, dropping him on his back as it took his leg out from the midthigh to the ankle, his entire leg just disappearing in the energy, his foot blowing away as dust and ashes in the energy which was turning black very rapidly. the out of focus blur that was fog tried to crawl for some time, feeling to him like an eternity, though it was but a few moments, before the black energy swirled in around him tightly, a golden tether of energy lancing through to where Fog was, and in a blinding flash, the black energy exploded outward in a wave, the only thing left after being Fog, standing in the spot his body had been, of which there was no sign. Fog, looking at his hands, was glowing brightly, and floating just off the ground, adorned in the same symbols as the temple itself, and looking around, laughed for a moment, believing he had attained his goal of godhood... and yet, the ritual had been incomplete. starting with his feet, Fog began to blow away like dust, the black energy, which had stopped at the edges of the room, beginning to swirl, a cyclone that none would want to be in, pitch black as it closed in, Fog's screams those of a man eternally damned, though Fog's fate was one that entailed no such afterlife, his very being being dispersed, until finally, as the black fog swirled in tighter and tighter, to the point of being infininely small, it just seemed to disappear from existence, any physical trace, or spiritual, of fog being gone for all eternity. the book, sitting where it had left itself, on the altar, closed with a final thump, as it had served its purpose for now...
Hearing a horrid shreiking from the upper floors, Allen cowered, terrified that his captors were preparing to do something horrible to him, and yet, after some time, the shrieking simply stopped, and the entire temple seemed oddly still, despite the tiger outside his cell. suddenly concerned he might be locked in the temple and forgotten, allen got to his feet, and stumbled to the door, having some issues due to going numb from cold. gripping the bars, he looked out, trying to see someone, anyone, to free him.
Seeing a man dive from the airship overhead, Solo watched, and flinched when the howl of the energy within began. Flowing around to take physical form beside him, Laplace shuddered. "We should leave. this is out of our league solo. there are things going on in there that should have been forgotten ages ago. this is not our fight. We need to leave." Laplace almost begged, causign Solo to look at the primal spirit in concern. if Laplace was begging, it was certainly cause for concern, and with a nod, Solo moved downhill, off the mountain as quickly as possible.
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