6.39 - Wisdom! Wisdom! Wisdom!
Creating an army of golems to watch over the new location of the thrones wasn’t difficult. The task wasn’t made simple by Theo’s growing abilities, but by the authority of Tero’gal. The Throneworld had become more a part of him than ever, and the commands he used to issue with upgrades were now more like instincts. He knew what he could do with this world, and how the energy within influenced his base abilities.
While 100 golems was good enough for now, there were also the original loyalists within the world. People like Belgar would be more than happy to defend this place, as it was the key to keeping it running. Without much prodding, the center of Tero’gal was moved in a flash. From the rolling hills of some unnamed region, to one that had been named just as quickly. The original souls of the realm—along with some willing to join the cause—settled in the Seat of the Thrones region at the base of the mountain.
They got to work carving a staircase, which might have revealed how bored they were. Or how enthusiastic.
“We could just magic that path,” Tresk said with a shrug, watching the group work.
“Maybe,” Belgar agreed, half-heartedly. “But we all feel that thing inside us. Those that had cores back on the mortal plane remember the sensation.”
That was another concern. The power to gain cores had always been something reserved for the mortal realm and the ascendants. Theo frowned as he considered it, refusing to allow his world to end up like the mortal world. The mortals fought constantly, killing each other in an endless loop to appease people who called themselves gods. Well, he suspected they were killing each other long before the ascendants were a thing. It was the way the world was designed. But not his world. His senses spread as he touched the energy of Tero’gal. It reached back, as though recognizing his intent.
“Just got the chills,” Tresk said, giggling and shivering. “Yuck.”
The pair shared silent commands and unspoken wishes as to what they wanted their system to look like. A more logical system of progression with defined stages would be best. If people knew which rank of development they were at, it would give them a better sense for their power. Creating something of a cap on that power would also be good. This staging system would need to have an end. Perhaps a point where someone had to decide if they wanted to remain a mortal, or ascend to a higher realm.
Tero’gal reached back as though to say it would think about the suggestions. It joined the disconnected thoughts sitting between Theo and Tresk, digesting them in its own time. There were many changes bound for the world, but it would take time. Like a child learning to walk, Tero’gal needed to get used to its new legs.