Chapter 55
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After unknowingly passing the time in silence, Rykar woke up to the sound of arguing and exclamations. The other three were huddled over the tapestry while flipping through a makeshift leaflet with messy writing and ink blotches scrawled across each page.
"This but doesn't make sense, there's supposed to be three, but this starts with everything together."
"That's the beginning though! The one his dad drew must be the final version!"
"I don't know, it might not even be the same manual, some of it is the same… but the figure sitting in the middle looks different… could just be something different right?"
"It's obviously the levels, instead of being the last, maybe this one is the first?"
Sliding off the table with effort, Rykar stumbled in their direction with his eyes still blurry and watering. Rubbing his eyes and tilting from side to side, he looked more like a heart broken drunk than someone who had just woken up.
"Huh, these? They're not the same?" He asked while still in a daze. Between his hazy conscience and blurry eyes, the image in Loki's hand and the large image on the ground seemed literally identical.
"Are you retarded? How do they look the same?" Loki shrugged his brothers hand from his shoulder before looking back at his sketch. "Holy sh*t, he woke up!"
"How are you feeling? There's food on the side if you need anything." Chance asked with worry in his voice before placing the back of his fingers on the drowsy boy's head.
"The hell man, get off me. I already ate a while ago, I'm good."
"Good? You've been out cold for the last three days. I'm surprised you didn't break your back or something while you were lying like that. We weren't sure if we were meant to move you from the table."
Despite the small surprise, Rykar barely even reacted when he heard about his extended sleep. Taking a moment to decide whether he was hungry or not, he threw anything else towards the back of his mind when he recalled Loki calling him a 'retard'.
"Who is retarded you retard. The big one is obviously a copy. Even a bat can see that much. Its LITERALLY a blurry version of what your holding with your crusty hands." Snatching the leaflet from his brother's hand, Rykar held it at arm's length before grabbing comparing again with deliberately squinted eyes.
"It took you three days to draw this crap and we have perfect memory, how hard would it be for someone else to copy it? Three days of work and you came up with less than I did after waking up from a nap." He signed while letting his arms fall to his sides. "It's lonely being the only genius in the room.
Worrying for his mental health after waking up, Chance stared at him for a moment before realization dawned on him. "The retard is actually right! This isn't its own thing, it's probably a copy of a copy of a copy. Obviously the details change a bit each time."
The biggest difference between the two main images, were the flow of stars entering the body. On the one that Rykar was now holding, the stars were still drawn into the centre, but were done so in a uniform spiral shape. The stars were all drawn into long and narrow cyclones which looked to rotate around the centre, forming hundreds of 'wind tunnels' channeling into figure.
The version which was laid out on the floor was instead the opposite. It looked as though the stars were entering the figure simply by being sucked in haphazardly and in no particular order, converging at the central position.
This was all in comparison to one of the last pages of Loki's shakily drawn version. There were also words scrawled across the pages, along with plenty more diagrams and little drawings, yet they were all done in a language that no one present had any proficiency in.
Going back to the starting pages and flicking through in order, the pictures showed clear levels of progression. On the first page, it showed an image similar to the one which was on the ground, pulling in particles indiscriminately, but with much less volume.
The second stage depicted two thick vortexes on opposite sides of the figure while rotating, creating the basis. Each of the tendrils rotated while forming a miniature tornado. While sucking in the particles in this manner, the rotations of the two vortexes acted like propellers, serving to pull in the particles from the surroundings. This funnelled them in before entering the openings of the vortexes themselves, which compressed them further after drawing them in.
Looking through the images, each one revealed the vortexes spreading out like tentacles until they were too numerous to count. With each expansion in number, they seemed to become more compact and narrow, yet grew in width till the figure was only a small dot in the centre of what looked like a cyclone.
"Well, either we're still at the first level, or we've been doing it totally wrong. Either way, I guess it's been going well, no?" Chance asked with uncertainty in his voice.
"No 'we', you've been doing it wrong. I'm a genius, I'll get it in no time." Rykar guaffed before retiring from the conversation, beginning to busy himself with the snacks strewn across the table. Most of the items hadn't even been touched as they had been cycling between busily discussing the notes and sleeping for the last few days.
"Do you have any other books like this that you read in that cabin Loki?" Rob asked while rubbing his hands together.
"Yeah, Rykar read some of them too, why?"
"What are you waiting for! You should make copies of them too!"
"Why would I do that? It's just wasting time." Loki looked up at him like he was talking to an idiot.
"How is it a waste if this one made you guys so much stronger in a few weeks?"
"Rob, think a little would you. It was because of the notes that we got this far. They might be wrong but they are going in the right direction. We can't even read this one." Chance tapped on the bound sheets which Loki had drafted. "Where would we get if we only had this and not the notes? And the notes took years. Not three months."
After falling into silence for a moment, Rob grudgingly let go of his annoyance towards Loki before going over hit fathers notes while scanning the other version for any inconsistencies.
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They had already been discussing the notes throughout the night so, despite it only being afternoon, they were all tired. With the latest breakthrough in their understanding, their motivation failed them as the three of them faded into meditation or sleep one by one, giving Rykar some quality time with the food.
Which he quickly grew bored of. Just like Loki, he hadn't spent the last few days on increasing his literacy skills, although for different reasons. This caused the same situation to befall him very quickly, as he grew bored with the books. After having a taste of Chance reading the books to them, he grew complacent with simply reading books by looking at the pages which were only every few pages, if that.
Playing with the object within his fragment. He began pulling objects out of thin area before juggling them and making them disappear again. Without realizing it, he had become way more accustomed to storing smaller objects like coins and marbles, it wouldn't even take much of his time or energy to perform. Like a magician or a master of sleight of hand, he had these trinkets appearing and disappearing at will, as long as he thought of it before hand and locked onto it within the space.
While practicing, his mind soon wandered towards the bodies within the central area. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he sat down and projected his consciousness into the fragment without reservation, quickly seeing the area spreading out before him and noticing the very obvious changes.
The bodies themselves had sunken down considerably, the majority of the moisture in their bodies seemed to have seeped through their skin, causing them to look frail and dehydrated. Contrary to this, the ground around the three had seemingly been revitalized when compared to its parched and desecrated former appearance. The earth around the cracks seemed to be softening while the soil around the entire sphere had darkened due to the presence of moisture.
His previously weird state of consciousness finally felt as though it made complete sense as he made the mental connection with the space. He could feel the flow of energy from the bodies being drained by the ground while energy from the very centre of the sphere was branching out and connecting to the soil and roots supporting the the field of essence plants.
The third flow of energy, he actually felt coming from his physical body. A thin stream of energy was being transferred from himself and into the core through a link which felt infinitely long, like a thread stretching endlessly into darkness.
Despite his excitement, a bit of unease was triggered when he thought of how space seeming to be 'eating' both him and the bodies of his friend's ex-companions. Despite holding no bond or good will towards these people, he wasn't sure how Rykar and Rob would react to it.
After a moment of hesitation, he simply decided to turn a blind eye to it. If asked, he could always deny having known anything about the changes occurring, it's not like anyone aside from himself could see the goings on within the space.
Much less feeling guilty about the bodies, he began thinking that it would be better to get more! Seeing the changes within his space and the revitalization of the earth made him feel a weird sense of accomplishment as he felt the development of the space through the increased strength of the beating core within its centre.
Thinking up ways to get more bodies without tipping off the others to what he was doing, he began to think of potential opportunities to feed his fragment, and whether it would need people of if anything dead would do.
With this train of thought, he manipulated a portion of the supplies, laying out other foods within the clearing. Samples were taken from the various bags as both fresh, dried and preserved versions of meat, vegetables and cooked foods were laid out one by one.
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After unknowingly passing the time in silence, Rykar woke up to the sound of arguing and exclamations. The other three were huddled over the tapestry while flipping through a makeshift leaflet with messy writing and ink blotches scrawled across each page.
"This but doesn't make sense, there's supposed to be three, but this starts with everything together."
"That's the beginning though! The one his dad drew must be the final version!"
"I don't know, it might not even be the same manual, some of it is the same… but the figure sitting in the middle looks different… could just be something different right?"
"It's obviously the levels, instead of being the last, maybe this one is the first?"
Sliding off the table with effort, Rykar stumbled in their direction with his eyes still blurry and watering. Rubbing his eyes and tilting from side to side, he looked more like a heart broken drunk than someone who had just woken up.
"Huh, these? They're not the same?" He asked while still in a daze. Between his hazy conscience and blurry eyes, the image in Loki's hand and the large image on the ground seemed literally identical.
"Are you retarded? How do they look the same?" Loki shrugged his brothers hand from his shoulder before looking back at his sketch. "Holy sh*t, he woke up!"
"How are you feeling? There's food on the side if you need anything." Chance asked with worry in his voice before placing the back of his fingers on the drowsy boy's head.
"The hell man, get off me. I already ate a while ago, I'm good."
"Good? You've been out cold for the last three days. I'm surprised you didn't break your back or something while you were lying like that. We weren't sure if we were meant to move you from the table."
Despite the small surprise, Rykar barely even reacted when he heard about his extended sleep. Taking a moment to decide whether he was hungry or not, he threw anything else towards the back of his mind when he recalled Loki calling him a 'retard'.
"Who is retarded you retard. The big one is obviously a copy. Even a bat can see that much. Its LITERALLY a blurry version of what your holding with your crusty hands." Snatching the leaflet from his brother's hand, Rykar held it at arm's length before grabbing comparing again with deliberately squinted eyes.
"It took you three days to draw this crap and we have perfect memory, how hard would it be for someone else to copy it? Three days of work and you came up with less than I did after waking up from a nap." He signed while letting his arms fall to his sides. "It's lonely being the only genius in the room.
Worrying for his mental health after waking up, Chance stared at him for a moment before realization dawned on him. "The retard is actually right! This isn't its own thing, it's probably a copy of a copy of a copy. Obviously the details change a bit each time."
The biggest difference between the two main images, were the flow of stars entering the body. On the one that Rykar was now holding, the stars were still drawn into the centre, but were done so in a uniform spiral shape. The stars were all drawn into long and narrow cyclones which looked to rotate around the centre, forming hundreds of 'wind tunnels' channeling into figure.
The version which was laid out on the floor was instead the opposite. It looked as though the stars were entering the figure simply by being sucked in haphazardly and in no particular order, converging at the central position.
This was all in comparison to one of the last pages of Loki's shakily drawn version. There were also words scrawled across the pages, along with plenty more diagrams and little drawings, yet they were all done in a language that no one present had any proficiency in.
Going back to the starting pages and flicking through in order, the pictures showed clear levels of progression. On the first page, it showed an image similar to the one which was on the ground, pulling in particles indiscriminately, but with much less volume.
The second stage depicted two thick vortexes on opposite sides of the figure while rotating, creating the basis. Each of the tendrils rotated while forming a miniature tornado. While sucking in the particles in this manner, the rotations of the two vortexes acted like propellers, serving to pull in the particles from the surroundings. This funnelled them in before entering the openings of the vortexes themselves, which compressed them further after drawing them in.
Looking through the images, each one revealed the vortexes spreading out like tentacles until they were too numerous to count. With each expansion in number, they seemed to become more compact and narrow, yet grew in width till the figure was only a small dot in the centre of what looked like a cyclone.
"Well, either we're still at the first level, or we've been doing it totally wrong. Either way, I guess it's been going well, no?" Chance asked with uncertainty in his voice.
"No 'we', you've been doing it wrong. I'm a genius, I'll get it in no time." Rykar guaffed before retiring from the conversation, beginning to busy himself with the snacks strewn across the table. Most of the items hadn't even been touched as they had been cycling between busily discussing the notes and sleeping for the last few days.
"Do you have any other books like this that you read in that cabin Loki?" Rob asked while rubbing his hands together.
"Yeah, Rykar read some of them too, why?"
"What are you waiting for! You should make copies of them too!"
"Why would I do that? It's just wasting time." Loki looked up at him like he was talking to an idiot.
"How is it a waste if this one made you guys so much stronger in a few weeks?"
"Rob, think a little would you. It was because of the notes that we got this far. They might be wrong but they are going in the right direction. We can't even read this one." Chance tapped on the bound sheets which Loki had drafted. "Where would we get if we only had this and not the notes? And the notes took years. Not three months."
After falling into silence for a moment, Rob grudgingly let go of his annoyance towards Loki before going over hit fathers notes while scanning the other version for any inconsistencies.
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They had already been discussing the notes throughout the night so, despite it only being afternoon, they were all tired. With the latest breakthrough in their understanding, their motivation failed them as the three of them faded into meditation or sleep one by one, giving Rykar some quality time with the food.
Which he quickly grew bored of. Just like Loki, he hadn't spent the last few days on increasing his literacy skills, although for different reasons. This caused the same situation to befall him very quickly, as he grew bored with the books. After having a taste of Chance reading the books to them, he grew complacent with simply reading books by looking at the pages which were only every few pages, if that.
Playing with the object within his fragment. He began pulling objects out of thin area before juggling them and making them disappear again. Without realizing it, he had become way more accustomed to storing smaller objects like coins and marbles, it wouldn't even take much of his time or energy to perform. Like a magician or a master of sleight of hand, he had these trinkets appearing and disappearing at will, as long as he thought of it before hand and locked onto it within the space.
While practicing, his mind soon wandered towards the bodies within the central area. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he sat down and projected his consciousness into the fragment without reservation, quickly seeing the area spreading out before him and noticing the very obvious changes.
The bodies themselves had sunken down considerably, the majority of the moisture in their bodies seemed to have seeped through their skin, causing them to look frail and dehydrated. Contrary to this, the ground around the three had seemingly been revitalized when compared to its parched and desecrated former appearance. The earth around the cracks seemed to be softening while the soil around the entire sphere had darkened due to the presence of moisture.
His previously weird state of consciousness finally felt as though it made complete sense as he made the mental connection with the space. He could feel the flow of energy from the bodies being drained by the ground while energy from the very centre of the sphere was branching out and connecting to the soil and roots supporting the the field of essence plants.
The third flow of energy, he actually felt coming from his physical body. A thin stream of energy was being transferred from himself and into the core through a link which felt infinitely long, like a thread stretching endlessly into darkness.
Despite his excitement, a bit of unease was triggered when he thought of how space seeming to be 'eating' both him and the bodies of his friend's ex-companions. Despite holding no bond or good will towards these people, he wasn't sure how Rykar and Rob would react to it.
After a moment of hesitation, he simply decided to turn a blind eye to it. If asked, he could always deny having known anything about the changes occurring, it's not like anyone aside from himself could see the goings on within the space.
Much less feeling guilty about the bodies, he began thinking that it would be better to get more! Seeing the changes within his space and the revitalization of the earth made him feel a weird sense of accomplishment as he felt the development of the space through the increased strength of the beating core within its centre.
Thinking up ways to get more bodies without tipping off the others to what he was doing, he began to think of potential opportunities to feed his fragment, and whether it would need people of if anything dead would do.
With this train of thought, he manipulated a portion of the supplies, laying out other foods within the clearing. Samples were taken from the various bags as both fresh, dried and preserved versions of meat, vegetables and cooked foods were laid out one by one.
After unknowingly passing the time in silence, Rykar woke up to the sound of arguing and exclamations. The other three were huddled over the tapestry while flipping through a makeshift leaflet with messy writing and ink blotches scrawled across each page."This but doesn't make sense, there's supposed to be three, but this starts with everything together.""That's the beginning though! The one his dad drew must be the final version!""I don't know, it might not even be the same manual, some of it is the same but the figure sitting in the middle looks different could just be something different right?""It's obviously the levels, instead of being the last, maybe this one is the first?"Sliding off the table with effort, Rykar stumbled in their direction with his eyes still blurry and watering. Rubbing his eyes and tilting from side to side, he looked more like a heart broken drunk than someone who had just woken up."Huh, these? They're not the same?" He asked while still in a daze. Between his hazy conscience and blurry eyes, the image in Loki's hand and the large image on the ground seemed literally identical."Are you retarded? How do they look the same?" Loki shrugged his brothers hand from his shoulder before looking back at his sketch. "Holy sh*t, he woke up!""How are you feeling? There's food on the side if you need anything." Chance asked with worry in his voice before placing the back of his fingers on the drowsy boy's head."The hell man, get off me. I already ate a while ago, I'm good.""Good? You've been out cold for the last three days. I'm surprised you didn't break your back or something while you were lying like that. We weren't sure if we were meant to move you from the table."Despite the small surprise, Rykar barely even reacted when he heard about his extended sleep. Taking a moment to decide whether he was hungry or not, he threw anything else towards the back of his mind when he recalled Loki calling him a 'retard'."Who is retarded you retard. The big one is obviously a copy. Even a bat can see that much. Its LITERALLY a blurry version of what your holding with your crusty hands." Snatching the leaflet from his brother's hand, Rykar held it at arm's length before grabbing comparing again with deliberately squinted eyes."It took you three days to draw this crap and we have perfect memory, how hard would it be for someone else to copy it? Three days of work and you came up with less than I did after waking up from a nap." He signed while letting his arms fall to his sides. "It's lonely being the only genius in the room.Worrying for his mental health after waking up, Chance stared at him for a moment before realization dawned on him. "The retard is actually right! This isn't its own thing, it's probably a copy of a copy of a copy. Obviously the details change a bit each time."The biggest difference between the two main images, were the flow of stars entering the body. On the one that Rykar was now holding, the stars were still drawn into the centre, but were done so in a uniform spiral shape. The stars were all drawn into long and narrow cyclones which looked to rotate around the centre, forming hundreds of 'wind tunnels' channeling into figure.The version which was laid out on the floor was instead the opposite. It looked as though the stars were entering the figure simply by being sucked in haphazardly and in no particular order, converging at the central position.This was all in comparison to one of the last pages of Loki's shakily drawn version. There were also words scrawled across the pages, along with plenty more diagrams and little drawings, yet they were all done in a language that no one present had any proficiency in.Going back to the starting pages and flicking through in order, the pictures showed clear levels of progression. On the first page, it showed an image similar to the one which was on the ground, pulling in particles indiscriminately, but with much less volume.The second stage depicted two thick vortexes on opposite sides of the figure while rotating, creating the basis. Each of the tendrils rotated while forming a miniature tornado. While sucking in the particles in this manner, the rotations of the two vortexes acted like propellers, serving to pull in the particles from the surroundings. This funnelled them in before entering the openings of the vortexes themselves, which compressed them further after drawing them in.Looking through the images, each one revealed the vortexes spreading out like tentacles until they were too numerous to count. With each expansion in number, they seemed to become more compact and narrow, yet grew in width till the figure was only a small dot in the centre of what looked like a cyclone."Well, either we're still at the first level, or we've been doing it totally wrong. Either way, I guess it's been going well, no?" Chance asked with uncertainty in his voice."No 'we', you've been doing it wrong. I'm a genius, I'll get it in no time." Rykar guaffed before retiring from the conversation, beginning to busy himself with the snacks strewn across the table. Most of the items hadn't even been touched as they had been cycling between busily discussing the notes and sleeping for the last few days."Do you have any other books like this that you read in that cabin Loki?" Rob asked while rubbing his hands together."Yeah, Rykar read some of them too, why?""What are you waiting for! You should make copies of them too!""Why would I do that? It's just wasting time." Loki looked up at him like he was talking to an idiot."How is it a waste if this one made you guys so much stronger in a few weeks?""Rob, think a little would you. It was because of the notes that we got this far. They might be wrong but they are going in the right direction. We can't even read this one." Chance tapped on the bound sheets which Loki had drafted. "Where would we get if we only had this and not the notes? And the notes took years. Not three months."After falling into silence for a moment, Rob grudgingly let go of his annoyance towards Loki before going over hit fathers notes while scanning the other version for any inconsistencies. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting.They had already been discussing the notes throughout the night so, despite it only being afternoon, they were all tired. With the latest breakthrough in their understanding, their motivation failed them as the three of them faded into meditation or sleep one by one, giving Rykar some quality time with the food.Which he quickly grew bored of. Just like Loki, he hadn't spent the last few days on increasing his literacy skills, although for different reasons. This caused the same situation to befall him very quickly, as he grew bored with the books. After having a taste of Chance reading the books to them, he grew complacent with simply reading books by looking at the pages which were only every few pages, if that.Playing with the object within his fragment. He began pulling objects out of thin area before juggling them and making them disappear again. Without realizing it, he had become way more accustomed to storing smaller objects like coins and marbles, it wouldn't even take much of his time or energy to perform. Like a magician or a master of sleight of hand, he had these trinkets appearing and disappearing at will, as long as he thought of it before hand and locked onto it within the space.While practicing, his mind soon wandered towards the bodies within the central area. Unable to suppress his curiosity, he sat down and projected his consciousness into the fragment without reservation, quickly seeing the area spreading out before him and noticing the very obvious changes.The bodies themselves had sunken down considerably, the majority of the moisture in their bodies seemed to have seeped through their skin, causing them to look frail and dehydrated. Contrary to this, the ground around the three had seemingly been revitalized when compared to its parched and desecrated former appearance. The earth around the cracks seemed to be softening while the soil around the entire sphere had darkened due to the presence of moisture.His previously weird state of consciousness finally felt as though it made complete sense as he made the mental connection with the space. He could feel the flow of energy from the bodies being drained by the ground while energy from the very centre of the sphere was branching out and connecting to the soil and roots supporting the the field of essence plants.The third flow of energy, he actually felt coming from his physical body. A thin stream of energy was being transferred from himself and into the core through a link which felt infinitely long, like a thread stretching endlessly into darkness.Despite his excitement, a bit of unease was triggered when he thought of how space seeming to be 'eating' both him and the bodies of his friend's ex-companions. Despite holding no bond or good will towards these people, he wasn't sure how Rykar and Rob would react to it.After a moment of hesitation, he simply decided to turn a blind eye to it. If asked, he could always deny having known anything about the changes occurring, it's not like anyone aside from himself could see the goings on within the space.Much less feeling guilty about the bodies, he began thinking that it would be better to get more! Seeing the changes within his space and the revitalization of the earth made him feel a weird sense of accomplishment as he felt the development of the space through the increased strength of the beating core within its centre.Thinking up ways to get more bodies without tipping off the others to what he was doing, he began to think of potential opportunities to feed his fragment, and whether it would need people of if anything dead would do.With this train of thought, he manipulated a portion of the supplies, laying out other foods within the clearing. Samples were taken from the various bags as both fresh, dried and preserved versions of meat, vegetables and cooked foods were laid out one by one.
