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Echos, as clear as the rising tide, lift into existence. A familiar presence grows inside what once was freed, never free. Let loose upon his enemies, his child had succeeded where others had so barely reached. It had been done before. Now the Father wondered how much farther this one's reach could go.
"..."
Like breath into the already breathing, the growing power seemed closer. Interrupting what was finished, he had arrived. It did not matter where you were, it did not matter what heights you had reached; the 'Ledo' Pseudon would find you. And like a reliving memory, his dominating essence would claim you. His ambition would overwhelm you. There was no escape from the euphoric yet spasmodic possession of the Master's will. He was inside your head, always. Now, more then ever, all knowing of your thoughts and fears; he was no longer watching from a distance, but inside your very being. He demands your compliance, that you center yourself in connection for communion. He was here...
"... Hmmm. My child. You have ...prevailed yet again?" The tone was slightly of sarcasm, as Ledo never expected any of his children to survive. Of course he knew exactly what had transpired. But answers, be they lies or truths, told him everything he needed to know. The connection between them would be amplifying to Sylvaron's senses. Acting as a receiver, Sylvaron would open up a clearer sight of the surroundings for Ledo. It would be as if he were there in full physicality, yet only in mind.
Echos, as clear as the rising tide, lift into existence. A familiar presence grows inside what once was freed, never free. Let loose upon his enemies, his child had succeeded where others had so barely reached. It had been done before. Now the Father wondered how much farther this one's reach could go.
"..."
Like breath into the already breathing, the growing power seemed closer. Interrupting what was finished, he had arrived. It did not matter where you were, it did not matter what heights you had reached; the 'Ledo' Pseudon would find you. And like a reliving memory, his dominating essence would claim you. His ambition would overwhelm you. There was no escape from the euphoric yet spasmodic possession of the Master's will. He was inside your head, always. Now, more then ever, all knowing of your thoughts and fears; he was no longer watching from a distance, but inside your very being. He demands your compliance, that you center yourself in connection for communion. He was here...
"... Hmmm. My child. You have ...prevailed yet again?" The tone was slightly of sarcasm, as Ledo never expected any of his children to survive. Of course he knew exactly what had transpired. But answers, be they lies or truths, told him everything he needed to know. The connection between them would be amplifying to Sylvaron's senses. Acting as a receiver, Sylvaron would open up a clearer sight of the surroundings for Ledo. It would be as if he were there in full physicality, yet only in mind.