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- [17:30] There it was. The moment that Ethan's recent development had been leading up to. The old man took a deep breath, drawing in air and readying himself for what would be an evening of real effort and concentration. He could not mess this one up. He didn't want to rely upon an unstable Magdalen or an uncaring Taiga, either. This was... the most important part of his and Reito's big project - to see how far they could push Rebirth.
- The man laid down his weapon on the table.
- (Ethan Hawke)
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- [17:36] "Hey, Phil. You should... stick out for a while. I don't wanna accidentally destroy you with that, yeah?"
- A groan came from the staff's foci before a small flash of ethereal white-blue light erupted, allowing the short, balding, stout, old, greasy, shirtless, chest-haired spirit to slip out of its home. He moved over to a chair, sitting down in utter disinterest.
- "Yeah, whatever..." He said.
- Ethan nodded, taking in a deep breath thereafter. His hands shifted around the table for a few moments as he prepared the staff itself for what it was about to receive. He commanded the flames of change within its shaft to keep themselves in a solid form - to rest as quietly as possible. Another breath was drawn in as the Wayfinder's fingertips traced their way along the shaft, ensuring that everything was stable. That the feather wasn't having any issue, that the fragment of Eidelon's star was still in control, that the holy energies were subtle about their radiance.
- He did not want to mess this up. Not at all.
- (Ethan Hawke)
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- [17:41] A faint wisp of green mana appeared at the man's fingertips before he reached towards the foci. This was it, wasn't it? The moment of truth. Normally a runescribe would be the one that you'd want to take this part on, but Ethan had extensive knowledge of his own art. He had mastered it and used it - the magical circles that were about to be embedded into the weapon were ones he had cast forth so, so many times. Tracing them down without a mistake would not be an issue.
- His gloved left hand reached into his pocket, grabbing and holding onto the spire shard passed down to him tightly enough. The subtle glow from the Ghoul King's attacks that had been left on his arm grew a bit - recognizing the effects of divine magic, the remnants of Kraus' power itself.
- The spire shard was going to be used as a reagent, a source of mana to depend upon and create those circles that he was going to write down. Scribbing them down on his own would be possible, though it wouldn't do much for the weapon itself. But with this insane amount of power they would remain forever, imbued in peerless strength and might.
- (Ethan Hawke)
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- [17:47] Stress, anxiety, and nervousity all came forth towards him at once. He knew he couldn't just give up, however. This was going to be difficult, but taking his time and being careful was the key. His fingertips finally approached the circle that had already been laid there: Netherworld.
- He traced over it with precision, ensuring that its link to Hathor and Phil's binding runes would not be broken in the process. The spire shard itself began glowing with a multitude of colors - filling the room with god-knows how many new ones. The overweight spirit that had been disinterested suddenly grew curious - amazed, even.
- "Woah, woah, kid..." He muttered to himself.
- Ethan, on the other end, could not be more focused. The circle he had cast so many times before was being perfectly reproduced. The art he had learned twenty-six years prior was finally reaching a point that few could compare to. The Wayfinder's formula was being traced down, imbued bydivine powers and made from the spire shard's might itself. An incredible green glow came from it.
- (Ethan Hawke)
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- [17:52] The first circle was completed. It really was the most stressful part - after all it had existing links that Ethan did not wish to disrupt. With the command properly empowered by the spire shard gifted to him by Satsuki, Ethan grew a bit more confident. A great smile appeared on his lips as he went on to trace the second circle: Territory. Much like the first one it would be imbued with the divine magic from the spire shard. The rock itself was being held tightly by the Wayfinder - a bit of its glow vanishing with each more stroke of the man's fingertip at it scribbed down commands like he had countless times before.
- This took Ethan back, really. Nostalgia hit him hard as he kept on completing circle after circle, ensuring that the commands were properly written in and using the spire shard alone to actually write them - his own fingertip only acting as a guide to this artpiece - a maestro to the orchestra of the divine soul.
- The Wayfinder's goal a long time ago was to spread his art far and wide. This success was moderate, but he still managed to have this gift to him recognized by other magi. Younger generations were learning more and more each day.
- (Ethan Hawke)
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- [18:03] Travel, Interpolation, Convertion, Portal.
- Circle after circle were being put down, each and every single one of them appropriately placed where they belonged in the grand scheme of things - put as they were used to normally wayfind. The sixth and last circle was going to be the trickiest one. Not only did it have to connect with every other circle, but the careful lines that had to be made without destroying the others were insane. Adding to all of that the fact he was using divine magic to scribe them down and you had something incredibly touchy.
- ... But Ethan managed. He was no novice, after all. He was the man who, to his knowledge, had mastered Wayfinding to a level no other mortal had. His ability outperformed Sors' own Riftmancy. He was able to match the likes of Malentine, to close the tears Akasha opened. The latter came with a bit of help, but... This change to his staff was going to make a difference. With divine magic at his side, Ethan Hawke's Wayfinding prowess was going to elevate itself to the level an angel's own was at.
- A wide grin appeared on the man's lips as he finished it all up. There it was... the six circles glowing with an incredible green light in all of their glory. He had been careful not to spent all of the spire shard's mana when it came to scribbing down in case he made a mistake, but experience had been on his side.
- This... called for the finishing touch. Ethan brought the spire shard closer to the etched Wayfinding formula... and pushed all that it had remaining out. He'd focus the spire shard's entire capacity into the six magical circles, allowing them to absorb, live on, depend, and glow with divine magic.
- The stone itself vanished, its solid state no longer existing as every bit of mana was milked and imbued into Rebirth.
- ... and with it, the circles began glowing another color. An endless expanse of rainbow that shifted, moved, and shed light all around itself. Their magnificence was a constant reminder of the object that had created and empowered them.
- With this kind of power, Ethan may just be able to give purified Nethradin a physical, spiritual form in the physical world. Even if were to only last five years.
- (Ethan Hawke)
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