Chapter 64: Shadows of divinity
Clayton crouched in the Rootsite’s chamber, Veil of Verdant Shroud cloaking his 100 square kilometer domain, Verdant Bastion’s turrets ghostly.
His humanoid form was still fragile, his Flame Resistant skin scarred, Heartseed Core steady but aching from resurrection, Genesis Embers at 4, Aspect Strain high but easing.
His Architect Aspect, divine-like, bore the toll of Revival, memories of death; Vex’s Null Blade, Scorchpath’s ash, his sister’s voice, all lingering.
Clayton may have survived, revived himself even, but he could not forget the sensation of dying.
At first, it was traumatizing.
But then, it was illuminating.
Clayton no longer feared death having experienced it once already.
That understanding of death changed his mentality in ways that he was yet to fully comprehend. Maybe it was for good, or bad, only time would tell. And for some reason, he felt like he was missing something.
’I can’t believe I’m getting used to dying now’. He thought, humor dark. ’What is the world turning into?’
And for the first time, his Territorial Sentience pinged signals he interpreted to be Rootbound Clans activity 50 kilometers north, their Grove vibrating with unfamiliar power, Echoes of Ruin’s psychic ripple a warning.
He felt that her survival, though he was not sure how she did it was the reason why his Territorial Sentience pinged the signal of the Rootbound Clans.