[justify][indent][indent]The hall bucked and groaned like it had a spine as the Mammoths feet thundered within the chamber. Light fractured across a hundred mirrored surfaces, every reflection of the beast twisting into new impossible angles. His mind twisted between two facets of his job as support, help the charge and to take down the beast or… Evie’s voice still rang in his ears through the noise — “Find and crush a rune node.”

Crush it.
The words looped in his mind, but his instincts pushed back almost immediately.
What node? There was no network here, no visible lattice to break. Everything about this room was feeling before form. A physical field responding to emotion, to will — to memory.

Kavros’ earlier words slid through the cracks in his concentration.
The walls remember what I desire.
They remember every lie.

He blinked behind his fogged glasses, the world catching up to him in flashes — the runes pulsing, the mist thickening when Kavros spoke, the floor itself shifting like it was breathing in his commands. The realization came fast, almost violent in its clarity.

He could almost feel the weight of it: centuries of thought and grief pressed into glass, repeating because no one had ever taught it anything new. The Domain didn’t attack them out of cruelty — it was imitating the will it knew best.
And Evie’s order — “find the node” — wasn’t wrong, not really. The node wasn’t a place. It was a mind.

His heart kicked hard. His thoughts blurred and reformed around a single, dizzying hypothesis:
If the Domain obeyed the will of whoever impressed themselves on it… then maybe it could be impressed again.

He grounded his staff, the sound ringing sharp against the mirrored floor, and drew a slow, steady breath, closing his eyes. Every part of him wanted to overthink it — equations, mana flow, harmonic interference. But the truth of it wasn’t math; it was meaning. The Domain remembered Kavros’ hunger, his sorrow, his dominance. It could just as easily remember something else.

Aramis reached for the quiet places in himself that had kept him alive this long — a calm cup of lavender tea, the quiet that balanced panic, the silence that made study possible, the stubborn belief that understanding was always better than ignorance. He shaped that calm into intent and fed it into his magic.

[colour=536dfe]”Remember… purpose,”[/colour] he murmured, voice trembling but clear. [colour=536dfe]
“Remember peace. Remember thatt you were meant to cleanse, not that which you’ve become.”[/colour]

The staff answered with a low hum, vibration climbing up through his arms. He let it run, threading his own mana through the ambient pulse — not to dominate it, but to blend, like ink seeping into water. He used the same careful focus he applied to enchantments: intention as pattern, patience as anchor.

Light rippled around him, faint but visible, as he offered the Domain a new rhythm — slower, steadier, built from understanding rather than fear. Whether it listened or not was beyond him. His job was to try.

The staff’s hum deepened once more before fading. He exhaled, eyes opening to the mirrored hall. [colour=536dfe]
“If you remember everything,”[/colour] he said softly to the air itself, [colour=536dfe]
“then remember this.”[/colour][/indent][/indent][/justify]
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OOC: Aramis trusts his team to do their part while trying to change the very domain itself.

Actions:

1. Analysis — Aramis re-evaluates the Domain’s behavior using his Intellect (C) and Arcana (F) knowledge, deducing that the Domain records and mirrors will and emotion rather than mechanical magic.


2. Invocation — Using Intelligence (C ) + Magic (E) + Enchanting (F) + Duration (F) + Range (F), he projects a counter-intent into the Domain: calm, purpose, remembrance of cleansing rather than corruption.


3. Brace — Maintains focus and composure, awaiting the Domain’s reaction to his attempt at emotional/magical redirection.[/hider]