The hot noon sun beat bands of sweat down Jahanghir's face. This was his last chance now, it was mostly gone, all the energy that he had gave. How did he come fighting here? He thought to himself in between the struggle, his heels dug into the sand as he back pedalled. He heaved his arms, it was the most intense pain but he couldn't quit the fight.
His arm was half way submerged now the grip of the orb was absolute. Jahanghir heaved and bucked but it was unmovable. He thrashed about violently trying to free himself like an animal in a trap. In frustration, he whipped his head back, and roared.
It was painful. The pressure was immense more so than anything that was imaginable. This was a taste of his medicine. This is what he was doing to people. His head writhed as his own black hole pulled him further him in. It brought Jahanghir to his knees, and as he made contact with the ground the sand imploded from the pressure.
The world king exhaled, his vision blurred as his mind flickered out of consciousness for a moment. He continued to be pulled into the black hole, the magic reaching new heights along his arm. It crushed it every single inch of bone, shattered as he was dragged. He could not stop from screaming, the most bone curdling sound. The echo of torture.
Jahangir vomited. Each heavy taste of hot iron seasoned the pain. The blurring in his vision caused him to lack focus and he could only manage to breathe in shallow ragged breaths. The agony was beyond words, he clutched the ground, the force of the black hole still pulling him in. He stared into the face of death and the dark void beckoned to him. Jahanghir roared back. Was this fear?
He had not known it before. How did he get here? It was hardly a question. The flashing lights--those reveries of Diana. How his heart desires to live more. He had been power mongering attempting to force more strength from the arm of Gremory. He had thought maybe the shard of Solomon could be his conduit but drawing great power from it came with this test.He found himself inches from the doorway of the other world and instead of knocking--The Black World King Roars.
His arms ignited with strength, his voice never fading, every triumphant howl erupting the Magoi in his veins. Then the ground shook violently as did the air, the space cracked, and roared as Jahanghir's Black Heaven & Earth technique upset the flow of magic. From within Jahanghir's spaghettiffied arm the shard shattered with some of the greatest force to be conjured in this world.
White light pierced from the black hole arching in violent lightning like patterns in the nature of the Black Heavens. However it was a different thing, the invisible force seemed to create cracks as it flickered across space. It created arcs of black shattering effects that could only be truly witnessed by magicians. It decimated everything it touched, warping gravity with such great force things stretched and twisted as if they had been hit with a wave of gravity. The sand imploded in on itself and the clouds above parted to it's superiority.
The black hole followed the same suit and the explosion was so great it sent Jahanghir spiralling into the air rolling across the dunes and skidding to a halt very far away. He coughed at first and then inhaled a desperate breathe but he was alive. The tears that rolled down his cheeks felt like hot metal. He raised his arm to his temple and it burned him, wincing he took his first notice at it. The Black Claw had truly became vanta black the substance was changed entirely not something understood by this world. A peice of matter retrieved from the point of singularity and but so it was manageable and even comfortable. He was surprised to see his arm in one peice.
He liked it, the Black Claw he had been wearing had great magical properties now. The gold snake skin and jewels had otherwise been altered atomically by the conditions of the black hole as well. For the first time the Black Claw was black and it was so black that it was a silhouette of Jahanghir's arm. Not a photon of light reflected from it's surface. It seemed to absorb into vantablack.
The shard had paid off in full.
Wc -752
Desires
I wish to turn my Billie Jean Glove into the A tier magic weapon that we spoke about in Dms. I am not very picky on the exact function but i would like to deal damage by spaghettiffication or Singularity. As a black hole does. Controlling waves of gravity through the New black claw would be ideal. I'd also like you to note that it is indeed a relic of Gremory
The weapon has to have a specific name though please as it is a rather thematic request.
I request this name:
نیروهای جهان | FORCES of The World
It translates to "FORCES of Jahan", as well as the world. Though we can refer to it as FORCES.
His arm was half way submerged now the grip of the orb was absolute. Jahanghir heaved and bucked but it was unmovable. He thrashed about violently trying to free himself like an animal in a trap. In frustration, he whipped his head back, and roared.
It was painful. The pressure was immense more so than anything that was imaginable. This was a taste of his medicine. This is what he was doing to people. His head writhed as his own black hole pulled him further him in. It brought Jahanghir to his knees, and as he made contact with the ground the sand imploded from the pressure.
The world king exhaled, his vision blurred as his mind flickered out of consciousness for a moment. He continued to be pulled into the black hole, the magic reaching new heights along his arm. It crushed it every single inch of bone, shattered as he was dragged. He could not stop from screaming, the most bone curdling sound. The echo of torture.
Jahangir vomited. Each heavy taste of hot iron seasoned the pain. The blurring in his vision caused him to lack focus and he could only manage to breathe in shallow ragged breaths. The agony was beyond words, he clutched the ground, the force of the black hole still pulling him in. He stared into the face of death and the dark void beckoned to him. Jahanghir roared back. Was this fear?
He had not known it before. How did he get here? It was hardly a question. The flashing lights--those reveries of Diana. How his heart desires to live more. He had been power mongering attempting to force more strength from the arm of Gremory. He had thought maybe the shard of Solomon could be his conduit but drawing great power from it came with this test.He found himself inches from the doorway of the other world and instead of knocking--The Black World King Roars.
His arms ignited with strength, his voice never fading, every triumphant howl erupting the Magoi in his veins. Then the ground shook violently as did the air, the space cracked, and roared as Jahanghir's Black Heaven & Earth technique upset the flow of magic. From within Jahanghir's spaghettiffied arm the shard shattered with some of the greatest force to be conjured in this world.
White light pierced from the black hole arching in violent lightning like patterns in the nature of the Black Heavens. However it was a different thing, the invisible force seemed to create cracks as it flickered across space. It created arcs of black shattering effects that could only be truly witnessed by magicians. It decimated everything it touched, warping gravity with such great force things stretched and twisted as if they had been hit with a wave of gravity. The sand imploded in on itself and the clouds above parted to it's superiority.
The black hole followed the same suit and the explosion was so great it sent Jahanghir spiralling into the air rolling across the dunes and skidding to a halt very far away. He coughed at first and then inhaled a desperate breathe but he was alive. The tears that rolled down his cheeks felt like hot metal. He raised his arm to his temple and it burned him, wincing he took his first notice at it. The Black Claw had truly became vanta black the substance was changed entirely not something understood by this world. A peice of matter retrieved from the point of singularity and but so it was manageable and even comfortable. He was surprised to see his arm in one peice.
He liked it, the Black Claw he had been wearing had great magical properties now. The gold snake skin and jewels had otherwise been altered atomically by the conditions of the black hole as well. For the first time the Black Claw was black and it was so black that it was a silhouette of Jahanghir's arm. Not a photon of light reflected from it's surface. It seemed to absorb into vantablack.
The shard had paid off in full.
Wc -752
Desires
I wish to turn my Billie Jean Glove into the A tier magic weapon that we spoke about in Dms. I am not very picky on the exact function but i would like to deal damage by spaghettiffication or Singularity. As a black hole does. Controlling waves of gravity through the New black claw would be ideal. I'd also like you to note that it is indeed a relic of Gremory
The weapon has to have a specific name though please as it is a rather thematic request.
I request this name:
نیروهای جهان | FORCES of The World
It translates to "FORCES of Jahan", as well as the world. Though we can refer to it as FORCES.
