He turned over, his body having been rested atop the cold stone for far too long, having been lost deep within himself, something that had now become someone else, a name he now had finally begun to realize upon, not Lich, that was the name of an undead magician clinging to live in one of the most pathetic ways imaginable, by storing ones own soul and not even de-aging yourself, something that was quite simple, something even Cades knew to do, something his mom had dabbled in as well, having had beauty and cosmetic magic as her job after all, it was something else that had now crawled into his mind, perhaps not even his own thoughts, but a name.
Leyk Kirgun, that was his name, though he didn't know who gave him that name, that was what he knew as he looked right at the old man in the parted tuxedo that was now walking towards him, slowly, seemingly still thousands of feet away, btu coming closer at a speed that was simply without purpose or sense, until he felt something come up, almost screaming, deep within him, ready to leave through his body, as if it was now useless, as if it wished to be somewhere else, with someone else.
"Interesting, you are quite similar to the man known as Lord Vexxen in this regard, young one, son of ehetria, but still, I fear we must get all of the remnants of the great pillar of experiences out of you, fear not, this will be quite painful, but the alternative will be even more so."
That was what the old man said as soon as he stood over him, the unbearable feeling, as if he was about to vomit, but simply unable to get the liquid food up his throat, still persistent, until, the so-called pillar of inspiration touched his head, and he felt as if all ideas he had ever had, ever thought, were burning, as if his very mind was nothing, as if he already knew, that this being was even more powerful than Cades had been within his very own subconscious, a place where he had practically been an omnipotent god, that this being was supposedly still weaker than the greater pillars, however many there may be, and he knew just how cold and unfriendly the man had sounded as he ahd said this, as if disregarding that which he called the great pillar of experiences, as if that which was within him was disgusting, unworthy of attention, and then there was the question of who this lord Vexxen was supposed to be, someone, or something, he had never heard of before.
But, his mind still burning, he felt something come out of his body, not something he had ever felt within, not something that was supposed to be within himself, but something he had known to be within, something he had been so worried about, ever since the beginning of his journey in that forsaken realm, a name that he should probably find out at some point, now that he thought about it again, he felt the liquid and cold, the powerful and soft, the hard and rigid, the warm and fluid, he felt the indescribable silver liquid leave his body, just as he had first absorbed it, through all orifices, through every possible opening, whether that be in a violent way, ripping his skin apart and covering his entire body in the liquid, whether that be as vomit, drool, leaving his mouth, whether that be through his nose in the form of severe bleeding, though there was no visible read anywhere, whether that be in the form of urine, in the form of poop, it left it all, and it was so very painful, just as one would imagine that being.
It felt as if his very essence was being ripped apart, it felt as if an entire ocean was leaving his body, purposefully evading spilling even a single drop atop the old man, the pillar of inspiration, that still had his hand on his head that was now, somehow, unable to move away, though he was not fixed to the position, simply unable, dignified and regal, like the calm in the storm, still, a glint of clear, purposeful madness without true insanity in his eyes, ever-glinting, ever-being, eternal, as he had always seemed, perhaps the only reason Leyk wasn't rolling in pain while drowning in the silver even more than eh already was, something quite obvious as there was clearly too much silver for him to breathe right now, though he was still alive, a miracle in a normal situation, but in this case probably the work of the pillar of inspiration holding his head and helping him.
Still, as he was suffering, as his mind was being ripped apart, he still felt something off, as if a name was nagging at his very soul, a name he was supposed to know but was supposed to not know at the same time, the name of lord Vexxen, a being that he estimated to reside within that forsaken realm of chains and flying dirt, a prison for those despise by whatever had caused him to truly be stuck there, evermore, his heart, bursting at the seams from the silver leaving even through his very blood, now having lost it's redness, felt heavy as he knew what the future would bring, and he felt a single sentence, deep within his heart.
The numbers shall bring down the gods.
He didn't know where that came from, and he didn't want to know either, but still, there was something that had finally begun to change, he felt that the silver, multiple tons already having left his body, was now, finally, stopping it's expulsion, turning into more of a trickle, a silent stream, rather than anything else, not like the endless bursting like before.
Finally, the pillar of inspiration, still calm, still mad without madness, let go of his head that was still not moving, his eyes lost, his soul temporarily displaced, his mind clear, his ears fearing the words he had just perceived, something that he was certain would not happen for quite some time, and finally, he felt the silver stopping, a great lake having been created around him.