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- It is neither in a drunken stupor nor is it while filled with pain that Bruno put himself to work after Erin retrieved an old weapon of his, reminding him of the low quality he had produced in the past. A shame upon his family. One unworthy of being even named or signed.
- How could he have fell this way?
- Hands grasped tightly upon the improper scepter, electricity coursing through it at such a rather it began heating up, burning— melting down to its core components. Most of it was ruined by the end of it all, leaving but a substance splattered on the ground, burning the floorboards aflame. Lightning struck again and forced electromagnetism to do its work, lifting the metal off the ground as Bruno seperated Tyrium and Nyeshk alike.
- The former was turned into a crescent of sorts and left to rest on the table while the man pulled a few pieces of nyeshk out to add to the mass that was growing. Though rather than giving it any kind of shape he finally... frowned.
- And that's when he let it out. His madness. His failure. His rampant occultism taking over his mind that needed some sort of outlet for there was no victim in sight. Occult magic flooded the dark metal, giving it a purple taint and filling it to its very limits with corruption. The scent of death and decay soon filled the man's workshop as he began falling down into another spiral of insanity-fueled march against the so-called divines whom he believed were mocking him from the seats that were rightfully his.
- He had long lost it, after all.
- The Nyeshk was eventually manipulated - shaped into a staff. The design of such was meant to reject those who stood above the world and brought their very sins upon humanity.
- Yes... A fitting image for what he intended to do with it. A perfect declaration of humanity's rejection of those who claimed to rule Eternia. Stars, gods, primordials: They would all fall in due time.
- For now..?
- "Mankind bears its own sins.
- ... and no other."
- Etched upon the weapon of his creation, this sentence was the last thing Bruno produced before ultimately collapsing. His body was growing frail with time and due to the horrific rituals he'd performed on himself. Such an outburst was difficult to sustain.
- (Bruno pyr Aertas)
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