Naborea 7

[22:45] Naborea decided that the only way to atone for his injuring was to push himself passed his limits constantly. There was nothing he could do about a loss he suffered beyond to make sure it had never happened again. Ivory had chosen him to be her sword. to become a Liberator against the light and she beckoned him to be stronger.

However she could not babysit him and his every action, She could not risk binding a weak host to Nyx. He had to prove himself a viable host for the Gentle Darkness Ivory had to offer.

No. More than that, He had to go beyond simply becoming a servant he had to become a Commander of the Shadowmire. Extend his influence beyond that of the Mire and into the Surface. And this was simply his beginning of his dark tale.

"Whether it ends in my death or my destruction Mother will welcome me into her Embrace." He chanted these words maniacally as he continued to hone his occultism.

The warping of Nyx had fully begun to warp his mind. His personality changing from what it used to be and yet, He did not resist it. He hated who he was prior. A weak pitiless child that only wanted others to absolve him of his life.

"I was so weak an pathetic back then, All I wanted was someone to destroy me, To be apart of something powerful that would live on. And yet I chose to remove my own life from that equation because I believed in what others told me." He laughed horrifically as he lobbed a tree filled of holes with a barrage of crystal bullets.
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[22:51] These crystals however had been enchanted with a violent curse, Anything they touched would be enwreathed with the curse and unable to escape its grasp. The tree soon quickly began to be covered in the very same gemstone that had pierced it prior.

Exploding rapidly the tree soon became surrounded by rapidly growing crystal using the trees very own lifeforce to leech it from its directly from is life energy. Attacking the very thing that sustained it. It was a horrific application of his magics, And yet Naborea felt it was becoming more natural to combine his occultism with his crystals.

For to long he had used them separately, Only as throwing stones and blasts of occultism, And yet Naborea found exactly what could encourage fear within his foes. "A curse that increases its deadly nature the more it feeds on the users life energy. If I was able to increase the curses potency I can explode its usefulness by a ton.." He said in a near cackle.

He stayed strong studying his magics, and applying them to create his very own variation of combat, The Umbral Crystals were capable of not only decaying mana but increasing its power, decaying any negative manna effects upon him, And replenishing his own vitality

"If I can apply these to my curse I can create a loop of energy that will sustain me and determinate my foe...so much so they will fall into pieces before my very eyes..."
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[23:00] Of course this was merely a theory one he implored to add to his combat effectives, It started by increasing the amount of cursed crystals he could create, He'd spend days releasing bursts and bursts of crystal magic, Turning the area into a forest of crystals before shattering them to dust and re trying.

Each explosion of magic increase the speed of his casting magic, He explored the various ways he could combine his abilities as a Caster with that of his crystals encouraging his speed and range to spike. It was only a matter time before he fully developed his abilities.

After a few days stuyding and practicing the basic theorems of his new technique he began to attempt the trial runs. He allowed for his emotions to be used as fuel, After all the Occult was not a magic one could control without pure intentions.

"First I will manifest a curse enough and conceal it within the crystal." As he instructed himself he created a pillar of dark magic thatsoon condensed into became a single black Crystal.

"I haven't been using my talents to the best of my skill, After all at my heart I am an artist..." he claimed as he snapped his fingers, The gem transfigured into a brilliant ornate spear, that would hover just above Naborea.

As he found a proper prey, An unfortunate goat that was used as a test subject, It was easily punctured by the spear, however despite its blaring fatal wound it did not yet die, Its suffering would be prolonged by the horrid crystals that greedily drained it of its blood, And life energy.

The curse had been working as intended, It quickly covered the corpuses of the creature rotting it within seconds. until nothing was left beyond the crystal shape of what used to be. Which Naborea took the time to sculpt into a perfect effigy of the former beast.
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[23:05] With his new curse magic perfected he would continue to improve upon his talents. Reaching deep into his well of malice to draw upon, Spewing darkness to an immense degree.


He pulled back his power having practiced almost a whole 2 and a half months now, His eye was beginning to heal and yet it would still be further off before it would fully recover and yet Naborea didn't waste any time to improve himself within his solicitude of rest


"I promise you Ivory...I will become worthy of being your sword." he was in his own fantasy. Despite the truth despite how much it would require him to give his all he wanted to burn the life he had until there was nothing left.

Until he could make others feel as empty as he was, He would never stop. His cursed crystal magic drew upon that very emotion. It drained the energy from its victims until they were hollow and empty. And void of all life and presence.

And that was how Naborea would return allof the heretics of light back into the Darkness. Through Liberation of Death.
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