[center][h1][color=00aeef]Chres[/color]
[color=8493ca]The Being of Many Names (A.K.A. Bud)[/color][/h1][/center]

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Chres looked around the ruined cellar. This sensation. This stopping of time. He felt it early. Back in the tunnels beneath the city. Before they entered the Cult's Church.

'You could have run.' Those were the words he had heard back then. 

Chres looked back to Bud. He had taunted Chres. Played on his desires to have left and be done with this. Played on his growing frustration. Yes, he could have run after the army took the wall, but there was danger in doing so. Danger in being seen as the enemy trying to escape.

The hostility returned in Chres' eyes as he stared Bud down. This man, whatever he was, he was toying with them. Playing with their lives.

Chres' gaze fell back onto the corpse of the Seed. Its remains now turned to Shadow Metal.

Bud frown, perhaps sensing the room's hostility. He turned his gaze to the Seed as well.

[color=8493ca]"By killing it, you cut the Seed off from its source of power. Speak his name and his eye shall fall upon us. The Root of Insight. Discarded of Sight-"[/color] Bud smiled softly as he spoke the next few words, [color=8493ca]"Vi'daerus, the Omniscient."[/color]

A shiver suddenly ran down Chres' spine. It felt as though a looming presence had fallen upon the pactmakers. A presence which made the itch on the back of his neck intensify.

[color=00aeef]"Vi'daerus?"[/color] Chres said hesitantly. Again his itch intensified.

[color=8493ca]"It is the inevitable fate of all Sightless to eventually give in to the deepest temptations of the Insight. It binds them to its power. Brings them as close to godhood as one can reach without bodily destruction. So close, in fact that their body requires an anchor to bind them to this realm.[/color]

[color=8493ca]"A connection to the land. A deep relation to the place in which they root. To become be a Seed requires one to merge into the fabric of reality itself. Whether it being born to the land, to have greatly influenced the land or to have lived in the land for many a year, whatever your connection may be, it is this anchor that holds them to this world. Without it, the world will surely reject them."[/color]

Chres shook his head. There was too much here to take in. [color=00aeef]"Merge with reality?"[/color] It sounded like a word salad to him.

Bud smiled. [color=8493ca]"Tsk Tsk, my dear Chres. That Distortion, do you think it natural? The roots of the Seed dug deep into the fabric holding this realm together. It influenced it! Changed it! Distorted it! Such is a thing that the world normally resists. But by having ties to the land, one can trick the land into thinking it belongs! Kind of like how you've been acting this whole time, am I right Chres?"[/color]

The itch of Chres' neck flared again, he couldn't help but scratch at it. He expression darkened, but bud seemed to pay no mind. Instead he casually strolled over to the remains of Neiffar. Rotten remains which, unlike O'Kal's, had not turned to Shadow Metal. 

[color=8493ca]"Our fool of a friend Nieffar knew all this before taking the dive into the depths of Insight. Yet still he took the plunge."[/color] 

Bud smiled softly. Causally he pointed his thumb behind him towards Nieffar. [color=8493ca]"This guy, am I right? He stayed in Shimmertown for what? A week? Surely he knew better?"[/color]

Bud sighed and waved his hand to the rotten corpse. [color=8493ca]"But alas, such is the result of his foolishness. Good for us though, right?"[/color] Bud said while giving the Pactmakers a knowing smile.

Chres frowned. He didn't share Bud jovial attitude. Instead of smiling, he looked back to the corpse of Lord O'Kal, thinking on what was said. So that was why they turned him into a Seed. Who better than the Lord of Shimmertown himself?!

Bud followed Chres' gaze back to O'Kal's corpse. The Shadow Metal corpse appeared to devour the light around it. 

[color=8493ca]"That one though, with his anchor well cemented,-"[/color] Bud said frowning. [color=8493ca]"-he became one with the Insight. It changed him. Transformed him. By killing him, you cut him off from the power. A Stray Thought, snuffed out like a candle. This-."[/color] Bud kicked aside a stray tendril of shadow metal, [color=8493ca]"-is the result."[/color]