Gedeon's Tome

The world around him had gone dark once again. Not that he wasn't used to it now when dealing with the mystical arts he had just recently been acquainted with, but it was becoming a very unpleasant and recurring theme. In the library on the awakened association campus, he had read about tomes and how they work. They would vary depending on their respective grade. The higher-grade tomes would forcibly cram contained information into the mind of the user, as opposed to lower-grade tomes that would impart information in the oldest way known to man, simply reading. However, the highest grade in the library was celestial. Casimir felt an instinctual urge to access his glyph and he obliged.

[Congratulations ascender, you have been granted access to Gedeon's tome, and you have been deemed worthy of inheriting Gedeon's oblivion arts. the first seal has been released, continue your ascent to release the remaining 5 seals]

Just then Casimir felt a splitting headache come on. His mind felt as if it was being drawn in several directions. The process of acquiring the information seemed to be anything but a formality. The sensation of having your consciousness dragged apart was disorienting but Casimir felt strangely whole regardless. After what felt like an eternity, the headache came to an end and Casimir could finally feel his mind patching itself up bit by bit. Amidst all the mental chaos, bits and pieces of information he did not know he had, or rather was certain he did not have appeared in his memories. Knowledge of the use of ether primarily for destruction had found its way into his mind. As the knowledge kept flowing in and pieces of his consciousness combined, he began to make sense of what he had received.

The newfound knowledge threw him off. What he had known of ether seemed to coincide with what he had learned from the tome up to a certain point. At the point of separation, ether seemed to be an entirely different concept when it interacted with certain principalities. Under one theory it seemed as if ether was just an expression of one's will and that its destructive capabilities were just given by the wielder and his origin's base principality. Ether seemed almost fluid having the ability to change from destruction to creation to death and to life and to all principalities and obeying laws they govern. However, under the second branching he had received from the tome, ether was an entirely different concept. It behaved like a fuel for another energy born from one's origin belonging to its own principality, in simpler terms, destruction gave birth to destruction and it was fueled by ether and not ether being converted into destruction. and because of this headache, Casimir was now left stranded and unsure of whether what he was taught was right or what he had learned from this Primus ranked tome was right.

His glyph prompted him to access it and after doing so half of his questions were answered.

[Information guarded by the first seal of Gedeon's tome has been released, Early theories on ether and its interaction with principalities has been granted continue to ascend and gain access to more theories that the people of Gedeon gave birth to]

A lot of things began to confuse Casimir starting with Gedeon. He was now unsure of whether Gedeon was a great nation or a great man or maybe even oblivion itself but before he could ponder any of these issues, his sight returned instantaneously and before him was a humanoid being. He assumed it was human but nothing suggested it was, but rather far from it. The being clad in Obsidian armour that was angular and jagged stood unmoving in a field of grass, and grass alone as far as the eye could see. In his hands, he held a large great sword and impossibly, the sword was darker than even the armour. Around him, light seemed to bend, and break down even as both his armour and sword absorbed all the light close enough to be victim to the phenomena. The only thing that suggested this being was human was the straw-colored hair that flowed down its shoulders out from under its helmet. The helmet was adorned with two horns one shorter than the other. His mere presence put Casimir on high alert, his subconscious screamed at him to retreat, to run away, to get as far away from the being as powerful as possible but he stood there in awe. While his consciousness begged for him to get away from the being as quickly as possible something within him much nearer to his core felt in tune with the being in front of him.

The being turned to look at him and Casimir felt his breath leave his lungs. The intensity of all he was seeing seemed much too unreal. The Obsidian helmet, via a single horizontal slit, only revealed the warrior's eyes. Blood red the pair of them, menacing and eerie, nothing seemed right yet in those eyes Casimir saw familiarity, he saw kin, he saw his blood. The Obsidian warrior began to dance and it was a dance that seemed very chaotic at first and unmeasured and his every action at random. However, as time went on Casimir could see that every step, every twist of the hip, every glide and skip was with a purpose. Every move coming together to create one beautiful and mesmerizing dance, the final outcome being greater than the sum of its parts. Like a story told from several point of views only to come into tune towards the climax for a much more mesmerizing and beautiful grand finale. The dance, burned into his mind not by the man's demonstration but rather having already been there after his consciousness was split and reassembled. The demonstration served to acquaint him with what he had learned and it did more than that Casimir could've ever done alone. He was entranced. As the dance neared its finale Casimir could feel his consciousness fade in and out. The final arch of the blade sliced through the air and Casimir could see its devastation. The man had parted light as though it were solid material. It was devastatingly beautiful and that was all he could think of after having witnessed the man's performance.

[You have obtained Dance of Deidamia]

[You have learned the first form]

Having one final look at his glyph as the world around in turned black. Casimir couldn't help but smile, for once things were going his way.