MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
Opal could not stay in Polaris anymore. The Spire was giving him a damn headache. He plodded on through to Gemini, a room that had just recently opened up along with the North-West and East Quadrants. If he had ever visited caves in his youth, Opal did not remember, nor did he care, but he had the feeling that their return meant nothing good.
He had spent the last few cycles thing about Khloros' words; he's theories about the Spire. That large, glowing rock trapped them here. It seemed plausible, so plausible in fact, Opal was inclined to believe it. Now, with the presence of it's old, oily-black color returning, the eel-creature knew that old ways were returning. Soon, everyone would be brought to the heel of the Masters. These gembounds, they had no idea what was in store for them.
Opal came to a stop and found himself staring face to face with his own crystal-clear reflection. His skin was still speckled with green burn scars and his fins still tattered from when Aure hit him with a high dose of radiation. It nearly cooked him alive. Opal was lucky he did not die that day, and that the Bonebound decided to take pity on him. It was foolish of them, they should have killed him for attempting to murder Rezik, their charge, and Astraea should have killed him for treason. Why didn't he? That question always haunted Opal. He shook his head. No one can be trusted. There were many powers vying for control. Sooner for later, someone will come out on top, then no one will be free. They were nothing but a resource to them.
Unless...
The the thing they are fighting over is destroyed. The Spire... the origin of magic, our source..."
Opal stared back at his audience of reflections. The gembounds that looked back him were not the same eel-creatures that coward in front of the overseers, who turned a blind eye to cruelty and murder. They no longer submitted to the fate others would force upon them. They would make their own. Though their hides had seen better days, their yellow eyes shone bright with purpose, and hope. They burned with passion. Their eyes had seen other ways. Astraea said that they could not afford freedom.
He was wrong.
think "speak"
