Chapter 131: The Undercity
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Chapter 131: The Undercity
When the lift finally stopped against the rocky earth of the great cavern, it wasnt the four-armed demons bustling around that caught Virs eye first. Nor was it their looks of happiness and joviality.
These lamps theyre not magical, are they?
Thats the first thing you notice? his Ashborn friend said. Names Badal, by the way. Thanks for not killing me back there.
I, er Vir scratched his head and looked away, causing Badal to burst out laughing.
Correct, Zora said flatly. These use an alternate source of energy. Something most of the Known World has no concept of.
Vir crossed a cobblestone thoroughfare to stare up at the light on the lamp. It was true, Prana Vision, which hed come to rely on to divulge secrets of the world, was dim to his eyes. Dim, but not nonexistent.
How is that possible? Vir looked around and noticed that the prana in his companions body was already growing stronger compared to when theyd been at the surface.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
I thought the Voidlands were devoid of prana? Vir asked. I feel stronger here. Like I do when theres prana.
While not entirely trueVir always contained the prana inside his body, something Zora might very well have noticed with her Ghael sighthe wasnt ready to divulge Prana Vision just yet. Not until he knew beyond a shred of a doubt that the Order could be trusted.
Correct. But not correct. We have many secrets here. Secrets you will soon learn. Come this way, she said, leading him down the main street of the underground city.
Whats going on? Vir thought. There was prana down here. Were the Voidlands only at the surface? But that made little sense to Vir. Air was air. And the air down here did have more prana, though it was still less than Brijs prana levels.
Vir walked up to another streetlamp and stared into the light. Though he had to put his eye right up to the light source, nearly blinding him, he saw tiny motes of Lightning affinity prana.
Except they werent static. The motes of prana moved in a loop at speeds Vir could scarcely believe. But what made Virs heart nearly stop was that unlike all prana he had ever seen, this prana wasnt bound to its carrier material. It moved freely across a thin metal strand, producing light, before proceeding through the rope-like material that connected to it on both sides.
It was the same as with magic. Lightning prana transferred from the air into an orb and was then fired out as a spell. Vir didnt know why he never realized it before: Prana wasnt bound to its carrier!
Except for one casehis blood. No matter what hed done until now, his Ash prana refused to separate from his blood. He hadnt particularly cared until now; other than Parais channeling technique, there hadnt seemed like much of a use for it.
But when he saw that Lightning prana cycle through the lamp he wondered what would happen if he replicated that technique in his body. If he could cycle prana independently of his blood, and do it faster than ever? What would happen?
Well, its not like Ive ever managed that before, though. I wouldnt even know where to start.
We call it electricity. A most recent invention, and one of our own, Badal said, looking proud, as if he were the one to invent it.
How how does it work? Vir asked.
Badal shrugged. Ask our Thaumaturges. It all feels like magic to me, but you know, its not. Even if there wasnt a shred of prana down here, the Thaumaturges say itll work just fine.
Vir glanced at the Ghael.
Im afraid I do not comprehend the details, Zora replied. Suffice it to say that much steam is required. Luckily, this area is rife with geothermal activity. Our Thaumaturges harness this energy and route the power a great distance to power the city. With those, she said, pointing to black ropes that connected all the lights together.
Hope I get to talk to one of those Thaumaturges someday. The light was more magical to Vir than magical light, and it piqued his curiosity. Moreover, it might very well lead to a breakthrough with his own understanding of prana.
Tearing his eyes off the lights, he forced himself to consider the city itself.
Demons roamed everywhereindividuals, couples, and even families. Most were red skinned, though Vir did spot one or two gray demons like himself.
Something the matter? Badal asked.
No, its just Ive never seen demons walking around like this, without disguise. It feels strange to me.
Badal laughed loudly, earning him stares from passersby. Strange only because of humanitys hatred for our kind. Fear not, itll grow familiar. And then, when you walk on the surface, youll loathe covering yourself.
Vir said nothing. It was true; demons ought to be able to walk freely without disguises. He doubted such a day would ever come. But even if that wasnt possible, this city was
Its a marvel, Vir said. The buildings werent all that fancy, with most being square, two or three-story affairs constructed of stone excavated from the cavern itself. But the fact that there wasnt a single human in this entire city shocked him. It truly was a city of demons, where all were welcomed.
They soon arrived at a great plaza, with a circular fountain dominating the center of the space, around which demon children ran, playing a game of tag as their parents chatted nearby, keeping an eye on them. Couples shopped for food manned by four armed demons. Another red demon with enormous horns that protruded straight up joked with a gray demon.
Vir did his best not to gawk. Though he knew there had to be other four armed demons, he couldnt help but wonder if one of them was the one Rudvik had told him about. The one whod brought him to Brij.
We shall. One day. When we are ready, Zora replied. The humans in the Upper City can be easily killed if need be. Just a few more years. Perhaps a decade. Then well have enough forces and inroads with other nations to prevent backlash. We'll be ready. For the Purge. Then the Pagan Order will truly become a sanctuary for demons. A place where we can roam under the sun without fear of persecution.
A country for demons sounded nice and all, but Vir blanched at their methods. Purge? Is there such a need for brutality? Why not just ask them to leave?
We shall. Some of those humans hate us, however. We'll allow everyone to leave, regardless. Those that refuse will die. Its more than they would do for us, yes?
Thats
Our goal is not merely a sanctuary for demons, but a Demon Empire, right here in human lands, Badal said quietly. Some sacrifices must be made.
They werent wrong. Even so, the thought of murdering innocents whose only crime was refusing to abandon their homes? That didnt sit right with Vir.
There has to be a better way
But Vir was in no position to lecture them. Not yet, anyway. Certainly not until he understood more about their eventual plans.
They soon passed through a market, almost a duplicate of the market above ground. It was eerie, in a way. Vir was being given a tour just like he had upon arriving at Balindam. And he wasnt very far from the market where the lady had sold him medicinal herbs. Even the building arrangements were similar.
And yet, the difference was as stark as night and day. In one market, no demons dared tread. Or if they did, they hid it. But here, no humans roamed. One was brightly lit by the sun. The other was plunged in darkness, lit by the strange non-magical lights the Order had cooked up.
Soon, the bustling city buildings fell away, and the group walked through a series of tunnels that cut through the cavern walls. These, too, were lit by the same strange lamps Vir had seen earlier. A kind of thin rope connected them all, but Vir couldnt fathom its purpose.
The nexus we were just in contains the merchants, eateries all the public stuff. The residences are all in here, Badal said, gesturing to the myriad of closed wooden doors they passed.
You live here, too? Vir asked.
Sure do, the gray demon replied. In fact were gonna be neighbors!
Uh, come again?
Zora stopped in front of a door and inserted a key. Your home, she said, gesturing him to enter.
Inside, Vir found a cozy hollow carved out of the rock and brightly illuminated by the same non-magical light that powered the city. Not too small, but not large either; its domed ceiling made it feel larger than it was. In a corner was a clean, comfortable-looking bed, with a wooden side table next to it. On the wall was a most strange contraption. A tiny lever with two set positions. When raised, it filled the room with light and plunged it into total darkness when lowered.
It's like a water valve but for light! Such luxury, Vir thought. To have light without magic had never been this easy for him.
A work desk and a chair occupied another corner, while a basic round table sat in the center, with seating for four.
I already have accommodations topside, though? Vir said, hesitantly touring the room. I appreciate the offer, but is this necessary?
Not accommodation. This is your home. From now on.
Im not sure I understand you. Youre saying this is a permanent residence? Youre just giving it to me?
Zora extended her gangly limb to Vir. You are one of us now, brother. You are family. You will always have a home here.
Thats I dont know what to say. Thank you, Vir said, barely getting the words out. Emotions flooded him, and it took everything he had to keep them in check.
Theyre practically strangers. And yet
But that wasnt exactly true. There was a bond they shared. The bond of the oppressed.
There isnt a demon in Balindam who doesnt know how bad life can be outside. Every brother and sister we bring here, we offer a home. Its your choice to stay or to leave. But so long as youre here. You will have a place to call your own, Badal said, staring Vir in the eyes.
Now come, Zora said. There is one last place I wish to show you.
Part of the welcome tour? Vir asked, wondering what else there was to see.
Not exactly, Badal said.
What I am about to show you must be kept to yourself at all cost, Zora croaked, giving Vir a fierce stare. Our very survival depends on it. I show this to you as a sign of good faith.
Vir nodded. I understand. What is it?
It is the reason prana does not exist in the Voidlands. It is the Pagan Orders greatest weapon. Follow me.
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Chapter 131: The Undercity
When the lift finally stopped against the rocky earth of the great cavern, it wasnt the four-armed demons bustling around that caught Virs eye first. Nor was it their looks of happiness and joviality.
These lamps theyre not magical, are they?
Thats the first thing you notice? his Ashborn friend said. Names Badal, by the way. Thanks for not killing me back there.
I, er Vir scratched his head and looked away, causing Badal to burst out laughing.
Correct, Zora said flatly. These use an alternate source of energy. Something most of the Known World has no concept of.
Vir crossed a cobblestone thoroughfare to stare up at the light on the lamp. It was true, Prana Vision, which hed come to rely on to divulge secrets of the world, was dim to his eyes. Dim, but not nonexistent.
How is that possible? Vir looked around and noticed that the prana in his companions body was already growing stronger compared to when theyd been at the surface.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
I thought the Voidlands were devoid of prana? Vir asked. I feel stronger here. Like I do when theres prana.
While not entirely trueVir always contained the prana inside his body, something Zora might very well have noticed with her Ghael sighthe wasnt ready to divulge Prana Vision just yet. Not until he knew beyond a shred of a doubt that the Order could be trusted.
Correct. But not correct. We have many secrets here. Secrets you will soon learn. Come this way, she said, leading him down the main street of the underground city.
Whats going on? Vir thought. There was prana down here. Were the Voidlands only at the surface? But that made little sense to Vir. Air was air. And the air down here did have more prana, though it was still less than Brijs prana levels.
Vir walked up to another streetlamp and stared into the light. Though he had to put his eye right up to the light source, nearly blinding him, he saw tiny motes of Lightning affinity prana.
Except they werent static. The motes of prana moved in a loop at speeds Vir could scarcely believe. But what made Virs heart nearly stop was that unlike all prana he had ever seen, this prana wasnt bound to its carrier material. It moved freely across a thin metal strand, producing light, before proceeding through the rope-like material that connected to it on both sides.
It was the same as with magic. Lightning prana transferred from the air into an orb and was then fired out as a spell. Vir didnt know why he never realized it before: Prana wasnt bound to its carrier!
Except for one casehis blood. No matter what hed done until now, his Ash prana refused to separate from his blood. He hadnt particularly cared until now; other than Parais channeling technique, there hadnt seemed like much of a use for it.
But when he saw that Lightning prana cycle through the lamp he wondered what would happen if he replicated that technique in his body. If he could cycle prana independently of his blood, and do it faster than ever? What would happen?
Well, its not like Ive ever managed that before, though. I wouldnt even know where to start.
We call it electricity. A most recent invention, and one of our own, Badal said, looking proud, as if he were the one to invent it.
How how does it work? Vir asked.
Badal shrugged. Ask our Thaumaturges. It all feels like magic to me, but you know, its not. Even if there wasnt a shred of prana down here, the Thaumaturges say itll work just fine.
Vir glanced at the Ghael.
Im afraid I do not comprehend the details, Zora replied. Suffice it to say that much steam is required. Luckily, this area is rife with geothermal activity. Our Thaumaturges harness this energy and route the power a great distance to power the city. With those, she said, pointing to black ropes that connected all the lights together.
Hope I get to talk to one of those Thaumaturges someday. The light was more magical to Vir than magical light, and it piqued his curiosity. Moreover, it might very well lead to a breakthrough with his own understanding of prana.
Tearing his eyes off the lights, he forced himself to consider the city itself.
Demons roamed everywhereindividuals, couples, and even families. Most were red skinned, though Vir did spot one or two gray demons like himself.
Something the matter? Badal asked.
No, its just Ive never seen demons walking around like this, without disguise. It feels strange to me.
Badal laughed loudly, earning him stares from passersby. Strange only because of humanitys hatred for our kind. Fear not, itll grow familiar. And then, when you walk on the surface, youll loathe covering yourself.
Vir said nothing. It was true; demons ought to be able to walk freely without disguises. He doubted such a day would ever come. But even if that wasnt possible, this city was
Its a marvel, Vir said. The buildings werent all that fancy, with most being square, two or three-story affairs constructed of stone excavated from the cavern itself. But the fact that there wasnt a single human in this entire city shocked him. It truly was a city of demons, where all were welcomed.
They soon arrived at a great plaza, with a circular fountain dominating the center of the space, around which demon children ran, playing a game of tag as their parents chatted nearby, keeping an eye on them. Couples shopped for food manned by four armed demons. Another red demon with enormous horns that protruded straight up joked with a gray demon.
Vir did his best not to gawk. Though he knew there had to be other four armed demons, he couldnt help but wonder if one of them was the one Rudvik had told him about. The one whod brought him to Brij.
We shall. One day. When we are ready, Zora replied. The humans in the Upper City can be easily killed if need be. Just a few more years. Perhaps a decade. Then well have enough forces and inroads with other nations to prevent backlash. We'll be ready. For the Purge. Then the Pagan Order will truly become a sanctuary for demons. A place where we can roam under the sun without fear of persecution.
A country for demons sounded nice and all, but Vir blanched at their methods. Purge? Is there such a need for brutality? Why not just ask them to leave?
We shall. Some of those humans hate us, however. We'll allow everyone to leave, regardless. Those that refuse will die. Its more than they would do for us, yes?
Thats
Our goal is not merely a sanctuary for demons, but a Demon Empire, right here in human lands, Badal said quietly. Some sacrifices must be made.
They werent wrong. Even so, the thought of murdering innocents whose only crime was refusing to abandon their homes? That didnt sit right with Vir.
There has to be a better way
But Vir was in no position to lecture them. Not yet, anyway. Certainly not until he understood more about their eventual plans.
They soon passed through a market, almost a duplicate of the market above ground. It was eerie, in a way. Vir was being given a tour just like he had upon arriving at Balindam. And he wasnt very far from the market where the lady had sold him medicinal herbs. Even the building arrangements were similar.
And yet, the difference was as stark as night and day. In one market, no demons dared tread. Or if they did, they hid it. But here, no humans roamed. One was brightly lit by the sun. The other was plunged in darkness, lit by the strange non-magical lights the Order had cooked up.
Soon, the bustling city buildings fell away, and the group walked through a series of tunnels that cut through the cavern walls. These, too, were lit by the same strange lamps Vir had seen earlier. A kind of thin rope connected them all, but Vir couldnt fathom its purpose.
The nexus we were just in contains the merchants, eateries all the public stuff. The residences are all in here, Badal said, gesturing to the myriad of closed wooden doors they passed.
You live here, too? Vir asked.
Sure do, the gray demon replied. In fact were gonna be neighbors!
Uh, come again?
Zora stopped in front of a door and inserted a key. Your home, she said, gesturing him to enter.
Inside, Vir found a cozy hollow carved out of the rock and brightly illuminated by the same non-magical light that powered the city. Not too small, but not large either; its domed ceiling made it feel larger than it was. In a corner was a clean, comfortable-looking bed, with a wooden side table next to it. On the wall was a most strange contraption. A tiny lever with two set positions. When raised, it filled the room with light and plunged it into total darkness when lowered.
It's like a water valve but for light! Such luxury, Vir thought. To have light without magic had never been this easy for him.
A work desk and a chair occupied another corner, while a basic round table sat in the center, with seating for four.
I already have accommodations topside, though? Vir said, hesitantly touring the room. I appreciate the offer, but is this necessary?
Not accommodation. This is your home. From now on.
Im not sure I understand you. Youre saying this is a permanent residence? Youre just giving it to me?
Zora extended her gangly limb to Vir. You are one of us now, brother. You are family. You will always have a home here.
Thats I dont know what to say. Thank you, Vir said, barely getting the words out. Emotions flooded him, and it took everything he had to keep them in check.
Theyre practically strangers. And yet
But that wasnt exactly true. There was a bond they shared. The bond of the oppressed.
There isnt a demon in Balindam who doesnt know how bad life can be outside. Every brother and sister we bring here, we offer a home. Its your choice to stay or to leave. But so long as youre here. You will have a place to call your own, Badal said, staring Vir in the eyes.
Now come, Zora said. There is one last place I wish to show you.
Part of the welcome tour? Vir asked, wondering what else there was to see.
Not exactly, Badal said.
What I am about to show you must be kept to yourself at all cost, Zora croaked, giving Vir a fierce stare. Our very survival depends on it. I show this to you as a sign of good faith.
Vir nodded. I understand. What is it?
It is the reason prana does not exist in the Voidlands. It is the Pagan Orders greatest weapon. Follow me.
Chapter 131: The UndercityWhen the lift finally stopped against the rocky earth of the great cavern, it wasnt the four-armed demons bustling around that caught Virs eye first. Nor was it their looks of happiness and joviality.These lamps theyre not magical, are they?Thats the first thing you notice? his Ashborn friend said. Names Badal, by the way. Thanks for not killing me back there.I, er Vir scratched his head and looked away, causing Badal to burst out laughing.Correct, Zora said flatly. These use an alternate source of energy. Something most of the Known World has no concept of.Vir crossed a cobblestone thoroughfare to stare up at the light on the lamp. It was true, Prana Vision, which hed come to rely on to divulge secrets of the world, was dim to his eyes. Dim, but not nonexistent.How is that possible? Vir looked around and noticed that the prana in his companions body was already growing stronger compared to when theyd been at the surface.Updated from novelbin.comI thought the Voidlands were devoid of prana? Vir asked. I feel stronger here. Like I do when theres prana.While not entirely trueVir always contained the prana inside his body, something Zora might very well have noticed with her Ghael sighthe wasnt ready to divulge Prana Vision just yet. Not until he knew beyond a shred of a doubt that the Order could be trusted.Correct. But not correct. We have many secrets here. Secrets you will soon learn. Come this way, she said, leading him down the main street of the underground city.Whats going on? Vir thought. There was prana down here. Were the Voidlands only at the surface? But that made little sense to Vir. Air was air. And the air down here did have more prana, though it was still less than Brijs prana levels.Vir walked up to another streetlamp and stared into the light. Though he had to put his eye right up to the light source, nearly blinding him, he saw tiny motes of Lightning affinity prana.Except they werent static. The motes of prana moved in a loop at speeds Vir could scarcely believe. But what made Virs heart nearly stop was that unlike all prana he had ever seen, this prana wasnt bound to its carrier material. It moved freely across a thin metal strand, producing light, before proceeding through the rope-like material that connected to it on both sides.It was the same as with magic. Lightning prana transferred from the air into an orb and was then fired out as a spell. Vir didnt know why he never realized it before: Prana wasnt bound to its carrier!Except for one casehis blood. No matter what hed done until now, his Ash prana refused to separate from his blood. He hadnt particularly cared until now; other than Parais channeling technique, there hadnt seemed like much of a use for it.But when he saw that Lightning prana cycle through the lamp he wondered what would happen if he replicated that technique in his body. If he could cycle prana independently of his blood, and do it faster than ever? What would happen?Well, its not like Ive ever managed that before, though. I wouldnt even know where to start.We call it electricity. A most recent invention, and one of our own, Badal said, looking proud, as if he were the one to invent it.How how does it work? Vir asked.Badal shrugged. Ask our Thaumaturges. It all feels like magic to me, but you know, its not. Even if there wasnt a shred of prana down here, the Thaumaturges say itll work just fine.Vir glanced at the Ghael.Im afraid I do not comprehend the details, Zora replied. Suffice it to say that much steam is required. Luckily, this area is rife with geothermal activity. Our Thaumaturges harness this energy and route the power a great distance to power the city. With those, she said, pointing to black ropes that connected all the lights together.Hope I get to talk to one of those Thaumaturges someday. The light was more magical to Vir than magical light, and it piqued his curiosity. Moreover, it might very well lead to a breakthrough with his own understanding of prana.Tearing his eyes off the lights, he forced himself to consider the city itself. Demons roamed everywhereindividuals, couples, and even families. Most were red skinned, though Vir did spot one or two gray demons like himself.Something the matter? Badal asked.No, its just Ive never seen demons walking around like this, without disguise. It feels strange to me.Badal laughed loudly, earning him stares from passersby. Strange only because of humanitys hatred for our kind. Fear not, itll grow familiar. And then, when you walk on the surface, youll loathe covering yourself.Vir said nothing. It was true; demons ought to be able to walk freely without disguises. He doubted such a day would ever come. But even if that wasnt possible, this city wasIts a marvel, Vir said. The buildings werent all that fancy, with most being square, two or three-story affairs constructed of stone excavated from the cavern itself. But the fact that there wasnt a single human in this entire city shocked him. It truly was a city of demons, where all were welcomed.They soon arrived at a great plaza, with a circular fountain dominating the center of the space, around which demon children ran, playing a game of tag as their parents chatted nearby, keeping an eye on them. Couples shopped for food manned by four armed demons. Another red demon with enormous horns that protruded straight up joked with a gray demon.Vir did his best not to gawk. Though he knew there had to be other four armed demons, he couldnt help but wonder if one of them was the one Rudvik had told him about. The one whod brought him to Brij.We shall. One day. When we are ready, Zora replied. The humans in the Upper City can be easily killed if need be. Just a few more years. Perhaps a decade. Then well have enough forces and inroads with other nations to prevent backlash. We'll be ready. For the Purge. Then the Pagan Order will truly become a sanctuary for demons. A place where we can roam under the sun without fear of persecution.A country for demons sounded nice and all, but Vir blanched at their methods. Purge? Is there such a need for brutality? Why not just ask them to leave?We shall. Some of those humans hate us, however. We'll allow everyone to leave, regardless. Those that refuse will die. Its more than they would do for us, yes?Thats Our goal is not merely a sanctuary for demons, but a Demon Empire, right here in human lands, Badal said quietly. Some sacrifices must be made.They werent wrong. Even so, the thought of murdering innocents whose only crime was refusing to abandon their homes? That didnt sit right with Vir.There has to be a better wayBut Vir was in no position to lecture them. Not yet, anyway. Certainly not until he understood more about their eventual plans.They soon passed through a market, almost a duplicate of the market above ground. It was eerie, in a way. Vir was being given a tour just like he had upon arriving at Balindam. And he wasnt very far from the market where the lady had sold him medicinal herbs. Even the building arrangements were similar.And yet, the difference was as stark as night and day. In one market, no demons dared tread. Or if they did, they hid it. But here, no humans roamed. One was brightly lit by the sun. The other was plunged in darkness, lit by the strange non-magical lights the Order had cooked up.Soon, the bustling city buildings fell away, and the group walked through a series of tunnels that cut through the cavern walls. These, too, were lit by the same strange lamps Vir had seen earlier. A kind of thin rope connected them all, but Vir couldnt fathom its purpose.The nexus we were just in contains the merchants, eateries all the public stuff. The residences are all in here, Badal said, gesturing to the myriad of closed wooden doors they passed.You live here, too? Vir asked.Sure do, the gray demon replied. In fact were gonna be neighbors!Uh, come again?Zora stopped in front of a door and inserted a key. Your home, she said, gesturing him to enter.Inside, Vir found a cozy hollow carved out of the rock and brightly illuminated by the same non-magical light that powered the city. Not too small, but not large either; its domed ceiling made it feel larger than it was. In a corner was a clean, comfortable-looking bed, with a wooden side table next to it. On the wall was a most strange contraption. A tiny lever with two set positions. When raised, it filled the room with light and plunged it into total darkness when lowered.It's like a water valve but for light! Such luxury, Vir thought. To have light without magic had never been this easy for him.A work desk and a chair occupied another corner, while a basic round table sat in the center, with seating for four.I already have accommodations topside, though? Vir said, hesitantly touring the room. I appreciate the offer, but is this necessary?Not accommodation. This is your home. From now on.Im not sure I understand you. Youre saying this is a permanent residence? Youre just giving it to me?Zora extended her gangly limb to Vir. You are one of us now, brother. You are family. You will always have a home here.Thats I dont know what to say. Thank you, Vir said, barely getting the words out. Emotions flooded him, and it took everything he had to keep them in check.Theyre practically strangers. And yetBut that wasnt exactly true. There was a bond they shared. The bond of the oppressed. There isnt a demon in Balindam who doesnt know how bad life can be outside. Every brother and sister we bring here, we offer a home. Its your choice to stay or to leave. But so long as youre here. You will have a place to call your own, Badal said, staring Vir in the eyes.Now come, Zora said. There is one last place I wish to show you.Part of the welcome tour? Vir asked, wondering what else there was to see.Not exactly, Badal said.What I am about to show you must be kept to yourself at all cost, Zora croaked, giving Vir a fierce stare. Our very survival depends on it. I show this to you as a sign of good faith.Vir nodded. I understand. What is it?It is the reason prana does not exist in the Voidlands. It is the Pagan Orders greatest weapon. Follow me.
