Chapter 97: Wooden world(33)
The golden light that slithered along the shaft of the blade and collected itself at the top of the handle, that shone with it's simple design, now mantled in a golden light, and quickly flew towards Cades right hand that was just about two feet now.
He, who was in shock, was barely able to follow the light with his eyes before it appeared in his hand that was somehow forced shut around it, clasping it in a kind of hold that would normally only be given to important things, a fist right around the light, until he felt something else.
In his right hand, the hand that was still battered and covered in many scars, there now laid a small, golden orb radiating an incredible energy and a feeling of pure terror, one that might never be felt after today again, one that was the collection of all the powers, of all actives and all constantes that Manug had gained during his life.
But, soon after, all that energy vanished and all that remained was a small marble, about as big as the tip of a finger but in the form of a sphere with a white light in the middle, Cades looked at it with a weird expression and stared as the fleeing actives and constantes headed towards the heavens, far away from him and the corpse of their former master.
However, despite them all running and leaving the headless corpse, the goo that had formerly been said head, and the shocked kid, Cades, back at the ground of the endlessly extending island that had been incarcerating them and subjecting them to all these horrors, the marble would remain, and Cades already knew what to do with this small marble.
It was the same as with all those stones that Manug had given him, he was meant to break it.
And after hesitating for a bit, thinking about that which had just happened, without even really thinking too much about it, due to the simple fact that he was both dazed and in shock, he pressed his hand just a little bit too hard and the marble fractured, with the shards turning into fragments of light and vanishing into his hand, and the light inside of the core wreathing its way around his arm and up to his head where it then entered through where his left eye was supposed to be, taking place within his skull as if it had always belonged there, right under his skull, but soon starting to move further downwards, towards the heart, or rather, where the mana organ was supposed to be.
He was in pain.
The absorption of the foreign thing that this golden light entailed was a completely new sensation, and not one that was good, it was as if his heart and other organs had even ripped out, keeled along the underside of the biggest boat in all the worlds, eaten by two giants, farted and puked out separately, there had been a parade atop them and after that as if he, himself, had ate them and was now wearing them as a necklace.
This was of course not something that could be imagined, especially when one thought that this wasn't exactly pain, but more like painful weirdness, an entirely new kind of sensation that could best be compared with a hungover that has a migraine that is hungover on its ex.