Garforge descended, slowly, but surely. Debris was a bit of an understatement to describe the physical appearance of the earthen particles. Of all sizes, quantifiable and miniscule where the types and sizes that were allotted all around and towards Garforge. The Naught King unfolded his arms from his resting position and took a martial stance. He let off a teal luminescence before he wrought that very same physical aura outwards by twitching his nose. The debris from all around, all moving particles other than the three of them, simply vanished.
The Naught King composed himself and took and upright position, folding his body backwards to "crack" his spine. How? His vertebrates were...of course, that had to be the reason. From his spinal column he harmonized pure serenity with his child, the youngest that detached from his lower back and surfed outward becoming a black mass, an ellipse that was at first forever small, but soon expanded and became and excrement of Garforge's sentience.
Svether Darakai.
Appearing in his child form, the teal haired miscreant was a model for his phantom powers. Svether of course, flailed about and hovered in circles around Garforge in such merriment. Garforge sighed, before his palm touched his face and the two of them moved instantaneously below appearing in the distance where Tavish and Gordon had (I assume) stopped moving. Garforge snapped his fingers, and Svether stood at the ready, his eyes hardening and becoming cold blue orbs. Unleashing a monstrous ecto-essence, sizable of an burning green fire the surged around Garforge and himself, not burning either.
As Garforge raised his hand, his bracelet illuminated, and he drew transparent prisms in the shape of a a much larger one, at five points surrounding Tavish and Gordon. They were connected by a thin line at each end, before abstracting and becoming "an encompassed space" around the two. Svether's flames were directed purging a brilliant green, a fireball hitting one corner, and expanding as the flame was captured inside of the smaller prism. His other hand wrought a concentrated green sphere of ecto-essence captured by two of the prisms. The fourth corner of the base, it captured a blue crystal, an tome of Svether's ice powers eminating inside the confined prism.
Finally Garforge's bracelet cast a golden light at the top, fired from his Ramierun, and completing the pyramid. He snapped his finger again, and Svether transformed into "nightmare-mode". Going into his adult for Dark Cry.
"Surreal. Ethereal. Unreal."
The nightmare powered Dark Cry pulled at the ends of his contained powers creating a menacing red en-capture inside of the pyramid at all ends of the spectrum. Garforge's light purged the shape, separating it, almost as if he created a second Bermuda Triangle creating a limbo inside of the Den of Demi-Sentinels. As Dark Cry floating behind, the image of the pyramid began to distort and abstract the inside completely upside down, the motorskills of normal men augmented, twisted, unrefined, and betrayed. Garforge saw half of his face was Altoforge's, his left arm was that of Reforge's child form, his bottom torso was a floating husk of thousands of tendrils. He sighed, before smashing his fist into reforge's little nub and regaining his previous appearance, control of his motor skills, and completely cognizant of the impending water-like architecture, like living inside of a phantom's mirror.
"Alujen Du Vaan Nii. How do you like it?"
