Calling the time spent here in the land of the 6th watchtower a day is a bit of a misnomer. I actually have no idea how much time has passed. It feels as though we have been walking for days and not getting any closer to the crystal structure we can see off in the distance. This realm is a featureless wasteland. Everything we do is fought back by this place's very existence. Every time any of us uses a bit of our power this place reacts. Powers have gone awry, sometimes targeting the wrong person, sometimes helping out foes instead. This place is a living paradox.
I only call this a day because we have had to rest at least once. Our bodies could go on no longer. Luckily Taranis and I can regulate sleep and we can take very short naps. There have been at least two types of creatures that have attacked us and have required very specific tactics to defeat. Everything within this place is some kind of test. If this were any other time the Warlock in me would admire the purpose behind this land, but the task before us weighs heavily on my shoulders and I am no longer in any mood for games. But games is what keep getting thrown at us.
We move with purpose toward the tower even though we haven't made any progress. Eventually Taranis informs us that Ragnarök has noticed something amiss. The portal spell that has been placed in him for a while now is gone and it was replaced by another spell that was then cast from within it. Neither Ragnarök nor Taranis have any recollection of doing this. Upon further scrutinizing it appears that I was the one that cast this new spell into the sword. Taranis figures out it was time sight. I scan both our memories and there isn't a trace of anything related to this mystery. We figure this place is just trying to make us mad and we move on. After some time Hector suggests that maybe I did cast the spell into the sword and this was some kind of prophecy. So I actually do cast time sight into the sword and Taranis uses it to cast a conjunctional time/prime sight. He now notices the aura of Ragnarok is different. After some more study Taranis realizes that the sword is made of the same crystal as the tower ahead. I try to use Ragnarök's connection with the tower to teleport us to it but alas it fails. We do now notice the sword has taken on the resonance of Donovan. It also appears I had cast prime sight into it. Not entirely sure why I would cast a spell into the sword that Taranis can already cast but I do it anyways. Now it appears to Taranis that everything we see in this wasteland is fake. It only seems to exist as a reaction to us. Still not entirely sure what to do with this information so we continue on to the tower.
Our bodies eventually signal to us that it is time to rest again.
Cygin
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It is a strange feeling suddenly being alone. As I entered this place and my connection with Kat was cut off it felt as though a piece of me was being ripped out. I had grown so accustomed to her presence. It is a feeling that fills me with dread and coupled with the ickiness of this realm it is enough to bring any man to his knees. I have come to realize that this is truly the ultimate test. When I make it through this ordeal nothing else can stand in my way. I will toss Donovan aside like a rag doll. This place is going to do everything it can to break me, but I will not let it. When I leave this place in victory I will have proven that I am worthy. Not worthy of ascension as most mages strive for, but worthy of being her mate.
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