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[ What he does with the power she supplies is nothing less than impressive, and truly, it would have been just as impressive had he displayed all of those abilities on his own. His light crackles, inserting itself into the space before them as if shattering reality to make itself known, and the barrier manifests from crystals founded of solid light only to dismantle with a unspoken thought. She watches in awe as shards of his power both refract the light of the world and give off their own, suspended and slowed before winking from existence. Then the blades appear, phantom then rendered solid, spinning with far more precision than a weaver’s edge.

She feels his hand tighten in hers, and she glances at his profile as he exercises. No weariness betrays his visage; yet if any of his technique comes with strain, her power intends to ease it, and enhance his reserves.

Him wielding the duel blades appear as if someone dances with them, graceful and deadly as a siren, cutting through the air. It’s absolutely profound, beautiful, and powerful, like watching a lightning storm unhindered by any rain. She considers herself lucky that he is training with her, and not against, and her lips part as if in a smile. Through their connection, he will feel her wonder translated like a string’s melodic turn and trill, a fluttering lift in the energy, encouraging.

Pyra wonders to what extent his range might be. Knowing that he might be able to cross half the city in mere minutes, that sort of power will be useful for them to explore beyond the wall; and if she can extend that for him, to let him peer further than what he already naturally can, to throw that blade to a distant target and warp further than what he’s capable already, they could theoretically clear a great distance.

She does not know what he might show or practice next with his abilities, but if it will be testing a warp, she’s prepared to supplement his flight to test the limits. ]

[ The energy flutters within him and he can no longer keep his feet on the ground. The weapons soar toward the sky. Somnus wraps his arm around Pyra's waist and warps to his blade. He warps again as they begin to freefall, maintaining their altitude across the city as he alternates between the blade and the katana.

With her power replenishing his energy, he can do this nigh forever. He doesn't have to let it happen to know his reserves are vast, and drawing from it has no perceptible strain on his body.

Circling back to their starting point, he brings his free hand behind him. Concentrating his magic into his palm, he tosses it to the ground. A black-purple sphere forms and grows, and so does its gravitational pull below them. Somnus and Pyra, impossibly upright through their fall, descend faster and faster while the weapons whip around them in a seeming frenzy. ]

[ With his hand about her waist, he warps them to the sky. They take to the air with ease as the begins to exercise his fighting style with this blades. It that isn't impressive all on its own, then it's the way he uses them; she can't pinpoint a unique style of his, whether it's primary offensive or defensive, improvised or planned. Maybe that it seems like it's not one or the other is the intention, yet the fluidity of his strikes begs the question. It's magic woven with an steel arms, and she could easily be lost in a trance to it, content to play audience to watching the masterpiece he paints, mystified by his power.

The intermittent bursts through space as they warp from one portion of the sky to the other prevent her from remaining idle too much, lest the quick turns and falls disorient her. Her supply of power isn't infinite in this form, either, and she begins to ease the amount she gives so that he might become accustomed to different levels of what she may lend...

And then-- that.

Energy gathered into his palm then flung out where it halts at a distance, expands, and then it pulls with a great force towards itself. Air, particles, and everything in between taken into a finite point where they reach both oblivion and infinity. She spots a red aura at its event horizon, wild and chaotic; it's not perfect, there's excessive streams bleeding from it, but... ]

[ Her head lifts. ]

[ "Pyra--"

It's spoken as a warning. ]

[ Suddenly, he'll feel her arms tighten around him as they fall.

If that great well in gravity is what she thinks it is, even if only mimicking it, that's far more a dangerous spell than she had ever expected to see. ] Somnus-- [ She says his name cautiously. Could he do this all along? Can any of those of his line perform this? Just who is this man?

Through their connection he may feel the energy flutter jaggedly; not in fear, but... there is some apprehension that underlies the overwhelming awe. She doesn't let go or cut her power to him, however. It seems she trusts him in this. ]

[ The flutter in energy speaks louder than her saying his name. The weapons dissipate into a shower of particles. With his gaze still fixed on the pulsating sphere below them, Somnus' muscles tighten as his blade materializes in his hand. Like she around him, he tightens his arm around her before winding his sword arm back and hurling the blade aside, out of the range of the gravitational pull.

Although that pull interferes with the blade's torque, the warp lands them on the ground several meters away with Somnus' back to the magic. His cape lifts behind him, then falls to rest against his back when the spell soon depletes on its own.

Even if she didn't sever the link between them, it would've been foolish to ignore her opinion on this. He felt what can only be described as apprehension. Rising, he pulls Pyra up with him and looks down at her face with a neutral countenance, inviting her to speak frankly. ]

[ With him more securely holding her, he mitigates the wavering apprehension; he will feel the energy smooth out as if comforted and grateful in return, as if being steadied by his support.

Yet his exercise the spell continues, becoming more magnificent before fading. When at last they settle upon the ground with the final warp, her eyes linger upon the sphere before it vanishes as if consumed by its own gravity. Her gaze lingers on where it had been, and then she looks to him as she withdraws her lent power to herself. ]

...Th-that was.... [ Her voice is hushed, but there remains an excited, awe-struck tone beneath it all. ] Where do I even begin?

Your-- warping, and flight, and, and your light... That last spell, too. I-- did not think I'd ever see a-- star like that appear here. [ That last spell that had been dangerous to see in a plane like this, yet he controlled it, he had been unafraid of that power. Dear Architect, all of it is amazing. She cannot take her eyes off of him. ]

[ Finding her bearings, she smiles. ]

Somnus-- [ Smiles excitedly, at that. How grateful she is to know him, to be able to bear witness to what he can do. Breathless just as the first time he had warped with her, she repeats his name. ] Somnus, you are... blinding.

[ His arm uncoils from her waist so that he can reach for her hand while she gathers her bearings. He blinks at the mention of a star. For him, it's just been something he could do by tapping into his power ever since he donned the ring. The science behind it, if there is one, is beyond his understanding.

Blinding, she says again. But this was a team exercise, all things considered. ]

This link between us is what enabled all of those things to happen at once. What you experienced was more than just the power of kings.

[ Her hand easily accompanies his; the both of her hands do, lifting it up between them. ] Ah-- but that means you can use that spell all on your own?

[ She continues to gaze at him in wonder. Even if he can do only one of those things at a time, that doesn't diminish his talent at all. ]

Where, where did you learn something like that?! [ Yes, she's heard that the crystal is the source of his magic, but the application of using it for something like that makes him more than a creative genius. ]

[ Speed, consistency, and potency—all these aspects of his abilities are enhanced by the affinity link. But what really stood out while they were airborne was her presence. In the months he's practiced his techniques out here, he's done it alone. This time, he knew and felt that she was there.

Even now, he doesn't just see, but also feels, her at his side. All the spells he can throw around seem so trivial compared to that feeling. ]

I came by it once I was crowned king. Marching across the land, I required a means to gather the daemons swiftly.

[ A means to gather daemons swiftly.... by creating a black hole type of spell. Okay, does he even know--

She double takes. ]

You developed this spell yourself?!

[ ~~Yes, Pyra, he just said that.~~ She needs a moment to process this. ]

[ No, he doesn't know. ]

Each king has a power unique to himself. This was mine.

[ That more or less answers her question, though he wouldn't claim credit for developing something like the manipulation of gravity, of all things. ]

It... is like a core of the grandest of stars upon their collapse, found only... above. [ To think that she's holding hands with someone like him-- ] So dense, that it does not allow most light to escape it.

[ Her cheeks flush as she looks at him, awe-struck and eyes shining with the morning light. ] But you've reproduced that here! Of-- of all the things! [ Even though it vanished after a few moments, which is no matter, black holes may evaporate anyway.

She squeezes his hand, fingers running over his knuckles tenderly. What he's just shown her goes beyond all of what she's experienced in this world so far. Dangerous but extraordinarily beautiful, he's given her something like a gift here, although he may not know it. Hushed, grateful, and touched, she continues: ] That's the first true star I've seen in this world... [ A small, breathless laugh then escapes her, and she smiles again. ] Unique doesn't even begin to describe this talent you have, to exercise power like that!

[ Then what was that flicker of apprehension? His eyes drop to their hands as his blank expression takes on a slight furrow of curiosity. Despite that, her smile strikes him as sincere. She loves gazing at the stars, and it seems that he's unwittingly given her one. All this time, he's been tossing around the phenomenon wrought by a collapsing star . . . ]

It is a facsimile—one that is owed to the Light, and nothing more.

[ Nothing more?! Her eyes widen. How could it be nothing more than that! She lifts his hands further up between them, cupping his with his to open his palm-upwards.

He had thrown that energy from these very same hands that seem entirely to human. She feels as if he is belittling himself; especially if this is a spell unique to his kingship... ]

You... conjured it. You exercised this power with ease... [ And without fearing it, at that, without knowing the incredible impossibility of what he’s conjured, developed for his uses. He needed something to gather daemons quickly, and she’s sure he could have easily made something by using wind or water; instead he has this! Even she had been wary upon seeing it!

Pyra remains in awe, flabbergasted, overwhelmed, yet entirely delighted as she brings his two palms together, clasping his hands. ]

I— I don’t know what to say. I never expected— I never thought... A star, Somnus, you’ve made a star! You used a star to... protect others! [ Instead of just creation, instead of just destruction, he uses it to preserve humanity and the future. She feels silly, she must look silly, she thinks, holding his hands and smiling at him in awe. Yes his Light comes from the Crystal and he’s chosen by a god, but— ]

....Please, let this praise be for you.

[ For him, it's but one of numerous spells in his arsenal. Certainly, it's exclusive to him in a way; however, he won't claim it to be any more special than the abilities his descendants have cultivated in the centuries to follow. Pyra, on the other hand, seems so very smitten with what he's done.

He's never given it much thought until now. It's always just been something that he could after he ascended, and only for one purpose. Looking down at their hands, away from the radiance of her earnest smile, Somnus slips his hands out from Pyra's grasp to lay over hers. Looking back up with no strong expression of his own, she continues to give him one that's familiar yet strange; in her face, he sees adoration. ]

Then let the star be for all.

[ That's why they're doing this. If he must, he'll use it here. When he does, it would be good if Pyra is there with him. ]

Yes... [ His hand moving to be atop of hers accompanying his words that allude to the reason for this practice seems to ground her; his flat expression, even more so. She wonders if maybe her praise had been a little too much for him. She's learned here that not everyone so gracefully takes compliments.

Still her smile remains, although it does turn a little sheepish. ] Ah, too much? [ She slips one of her hands out, correcting a strand of hair behind her ear that needn't have been corrected in the first place. ]

I'm sorry. We... should be getting back to practicing.

[ ~~Show her that star again--~~ ]

[ He inclines his head to the side. No, not particularly. Pyra is entitled to speak her thoughts, and he says as much as he withdraws a hand from her gasp. ]

Your thoughts are not mine to curate. Say what you will.

[ Anyway, practice is why they're here. Instead of firing off the same spell, he takes advantage of the solid earth under his feet as ice crystals gather at his hand. He points his palm at the ground and a snowstorm freezes into existence, leaving behind a layer of frost on every surface in sight—even themselves. Somnus gives into a single shiver before Pyra's warmth counteracts his chill. ]

[ And that, too, distracts her.

The area freezes over before them, covered in a diamond-like layer of ice and frost, she feels his shiver. Her arm links with his, lending him her warmth. He has elemental powers as well.

The ice is already melting from her, dousing her hair and mating her bangs. ]

At... this point-- I don't think I could say anything other than praise. Everything you do has this... [ Oh, how does she put this, as she watches the ice glisten in the morning light. ] beautiful.... finality to it...

[ Even after that, he's still capable of attempting another spell like it without delay. He feels the energy coursing through him, rich and unabating. Somnus closes his outstretched hand into a loose fist before withdrawing it.

The frost glistens in the light of morning and will melt into the earth before long. As for himself, he hardly feels the scant moisture clinging to his skin with Pyra's arm wrapped around him. The frost clinging to his hair cools his face at best as he turns his head to face her. ]

All of House Caelum is capable of this standard spell. We draw on the life around us, and your support enables its continuous usage.

[ Turning her gaze from the icy display back to him, her eyes lift higher. The frost makes it seem like he has highlights...

His power is different from hers, of a foreign source, a different mechanism, and her power becomes his when she transfers it to him. She smiles. Nothing can be accomplished alone, is that it? But she has to know: ]

How... does it feel, when my power transfers to you?

[ He seems to be able to handle it wonderfully, but she can never really tell with him sometimes. ]

[ At her question, Somnus turns back to the icy scene before them. ]

The world becomes clearer. I see the imperfections where I could not before, and feel the compensation for those in my power.

[ All around and within him—them—is life. Even after all those years of channeling the Crystal's Light, he's never felt anything quite like this until now. ]

I feel you beside me.

[ She lets out a breath. The answer she had been dreading for him to say was that her power was uncomfortable or too much, overwhelming. She does so try to be careful. Instead, it seems that what she's lent him is something he can handle. And-- he doesn't appear to think that it's dangerous. This. This is most important.

It's extraordinary what he can do on his own; she's happy be be beside him.

Giggling softly, she recounts his words: ]

Nothing in this world can be accomplished alone.

[ A laugh. Melodic, the happy sound carries across the sparkling ice. ]

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