Name Your Terms
The approaching illusions were a mixture of solidified light and shadows, bending the basic elements of Plato's belief in order to make it seem like the manipulation of reality itself. It was a profound use of such power.
Arthur felt the sudden urge to open his eyes creep up his spine. It was as if two orbs rested at his shoulders, attempting to persuade him to reveal his eyeballs to the depth and profundity of Felix's Attainment.
'This is an Attainment…' Arthur felt sweat trickle down his forehead. It was as if he were being drowned by an unknown force. It did not directly weigh down on his shoulders but instead attempted to coax him.
Not through force, but through the sweetness of the abyss.
Arthur felt an invigorating force coursing through his veins, while the urge to unfurl his wings and soar into the sky arose in his chest. Once he opened his eyes, it was almost guaranteed that he would be enchanted by the Attainment.