๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ง๐๐๐ญ๐ก ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆโฆ
The air twists. His head tilts. He pauses mid-step, as if sensing a change in the atmosphere.
A grin curls at his lips. โAh. The scales have sent their blade. Letโs see if it cuts.โ
greaves, markings branded into his skin.
His eyes go white.
โ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐. ๐๐. ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐ฝ๐๐๐๐พ๐.โ
In a final pulse of energy, the glyphs
His body lifts into the air, limbs splayed in a cruciform stance. The staff presses to his chest โ burning light ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐๐ him and his entire body. He screams. Divine armor laces across his hunched, frail frame, woven from cosmic judgement: chest plate, mantle,
๐ฃ๐ฅ๐๐ฆ๐๐ก๐ง. ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ฅ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐๐ง๐๐๐ก๐. ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐จ๐๐!โ
The staff slams against the ground. Light erupts โ not golden, but white hot magic. Glyphs spiral from the impact, forming a perfect sphere around Julian. The air bends.
The staff begins to float.
It hums low. Warm. Unyielding. Julien stares.
โNo. Nope. No. Not tonight.โ
The staff lifts into the air. Turns toward him. Then โ a voice, splitting across dimensions:
of artifact this happened to be. No match. He ๐จ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ take it to Star Labs. Maybe theyโd have better use for it.
He rubs his eyes, leaning back a bit. He could really use some chicken nuggets.
Thenโฆ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ฃ๐ fills the air. A frequency.
A flash of light.
The rain outside murmurs like static against his windows. Julian sits cross-legged against his apartment floor, staring at the decorated staff before him.
Over the past few days heโd gone through every channel he could find, doing numerous Internet searches on what sort