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The Exarch took a deep breath and then carefully calibrated a few more sensors. The first time Mint absorbed the Light he got the chance to see it first hand which was... awe inspiring. Terrifying.
This time, though, he was left to his own devices back at the Crystal Tower, and he was going to make the most of them. Even though G'raha Tia was even planning for the Light's inevitable failure, he still wanted to monitor at least one of the absorptions himself.
The Crystal Tower, if nothing else, had plenty of tools to check the aether, especially when the polarity of such was so imbalanced. It was time consuming, and frustrating to pin point unless you knew where it was going to be ahead of time, but the Exarch planned enough for that, at least.
Even now, the mirror reflected the Warrior striking down Titania. He would have to be fast.
Two more commands, and an attunement he just had the understanding to perform, and-
"There." he sighed. "Now, how are we doing..."
Very well, it seemed. Two Lightwarden's was not nearly enough to churn up his Warrior's aether, it seems. The alignment was so stable, one would be forgiven for thinking nothing was happening.
Or.
G'raha squinted.
Wait, where was the light? Shouldn't there be some sign of it on her?
Emet Selch strolled up to that would be hero, already preparing his intro. A performance that would be a tad wasted on these fools, but alas, one still had to practice, even under such circumstances.
The 'warrior' was one of those... What did they call them here? Mistral? A mage by all appearances, how boring.
An ear twitched and they turned to face him—
-the 'warrior's eyes pulsed a blue hue, unnatural.
His own narrowed, and Emet Selch sped up rather than slowed, introduction forgotten.
"What?"
"Who-"
Emet grabbed the thing by the arm pulling them into a position to look at its soul more closely. Was that aether flowing off of it, or. No, not just aether, the Light. All of it was going somewhere else. "Just what are you?"
It stepped back, not quite prying itself from his grasp. "What do you,"
Emet Selch traced his Sight across the edge of its soul, trying to track just where it was going. But instead, the seams, as one could call them, were almost loose. Like something had been taken off with a prybar. And more than that, the way the soul was layered, and how the aether flowed through those layers-
"You," Emet breathed, "you're only half a person. Not sundered, you're something else."
The 'warrior' paled to an interesting hue, if less so than its nature. Did it even realize? Hmph. "What..?"
He ignored that, and raised a hand to trace along where the aether went. It wasn't on the First, and if Emet wanted an example of a connection to the Source he could just prod at one of its companions. No, this connection went somewhere else entirely.
Emet Selch met the 'warrior's' gaze, curiosity and annoyance filtering over him. "Just where is the rest of you, hm?"
Just where is that Light?
Coughing echoed in the attics, dust falling off the edge of a shelf.
"Are, are you alright?" Remus asked, worry written on every inch.
You shook your head, "I'm fine."
(Under your hands, the liquid shone white.)