"What is a crusade?"
"A crusade is a god's attack, or rather, the attack on a planet by the help of a divine-class being, or a being beyond the rank of a tyrant, it is normally classified by mortal beings as a move for something hey believe in, and can be good as well as bad, depending on the person you ask."
"I know that, that is just the meaning of the word, " Avere said, almost snarling, "what does that mean for who did it, what does it mean for who I have to kill?" he said, having calmed down a bit more to the end and having regretted the snarling, it having mainly sprung from his excitement.
"It means that whatever being had attacked ehetria, it had most certainly been a god." Adelius said calmly, looking directly into his eyes as the heavy news hit him, the news of who he had to kill, as Avere felt excited, elated, as he felt happy at having to kill a god, however impossible that might seem to him as of right now.
In the end, a goal was a goal, and he had never had a goal to work towards before right now, simply growing stronger to eventually find out the goal... if that made sense...
"Which one do you think is the god that did it?" he asked, expecting something more.
"Hell if I know, there are far too many gods to get a guess on somethign like that..."
"How many are there?"
"Millions... at the least... it's not like there are gods because they are part of nature or something, that belongs to beigns like the great tne pillars, or even the normal pillars, they are powerful, once having been mortal, no doubt, that they even told me once, but they are a part of existence, other than gods."
He paused, putting his legs over each other, a helping hand, made of silver liquid, suddenly growing from the ground and holding his neck, as if to relieve some stress, understandable with his age.
"Godhood is just a rank, it is a goal for many, it is an impossibility for most, but from what I know, about one person on a planet ascends every hundred or-so years, as long as there is no god out there trying to hold that world back..."
Oh... Avere realized what he was playing at...
"Like ehetria..."
"Correct, that is the very f#cking reason that ehetria had been that weak, that I had even been abel to step foot on there before being annihilated by flying spearmen, by flying arrows, which I had fully expected back then..." he paused for a bit, muttering " no idea what I had thought to myself there..."
"Very clearly nothing" Avere added on.
"Yeah..." he tilted his head ironically, " but still, ehetria had been held back by the gods, by imposed systems, since forever, they had been weakened, and if not, they would have easily surpassed my world, most likely being riddled with various titan tank beings, a few hundred at the least, which is rare on most worlds..."
"What is a being at the rank of a titan?"
"I guess you wouldn't know, nothing to be learnt about that one ehetria after all..."
He looked up at the tower's ceiling, though, for some reason, it no longer had one, instead being visible to the outside, a silver wall covering a possible escape.
"The first sequences, the first to ninth, they are the baby-steps you start to take in mana with, easily absolved in most worlds, but in worlds that are being held back, very difficult to achieve, then, next, is the apex, the last step before the true beginning as some call it, absolute stuss if you ask me..."
He blinked once, and then he winked, Avere not realizing what he meant.
"Then comes the rank known to most as the transcribe, it is the one where you understand the intentions of others, where you can read the essence of some things even, where one can dive into the makings of divine creations in some rare cases..."
"Like with me and those active power stones, whatever Manug used to say their actual name was?"
"Indeed, actually, to be honest, you are really talented at that, anyone would have to admit that, I would not have seen that much had i been like you back then and just tried it out without knowing anything."
"So I have some talent at least..."
"More like a once-in-a-century-genius, is what you are..." he grinned.
"That's good to know...." he smiled, feeling proud of himself.
"Oooh, I see that smile, hope you are happy with it..."
He pointed at him, feeling much more energetic than before, having tried to make Avere forget as well, though he still tried to help.
"Anyways, after that is the realm of the scribe, the realm also known as the realm of the scholar." he waited for a bit, expecti-
"Why is it called that?" Avere asked, knowing full well Adelius had waited for him to ask.
He was a bit of a showman as it seemed, though the same could be said for most beings he had been meeting in this place, as well as some of those Leyk had met, and many others even...
"It is called that because, while transcribes have to translate text, bring it from one place to another, only change languages, they don't have to understand what is inside that which they write, but scribes, writers, authors, they have to understand each word they write, it stems from their mind."
"But isn't a scribe different from an author?"
"Sh#t up, it just sounds better, anyyywayysss...." he paused, moving his head slightly away after what he had just said.
"Scribes have to understand what they think, they think in different ways, what they think is basically read to them as if they were the reader of a story, with them inside of it, but in some cases, that same thing goes for other people, though they do have to be quite stupid, or trying to convey something, you basically get the view of the author for a bit...or so I heard, and of course only..."
He looked into the sky.
"If there is an author out there..."
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