A good example would be a volcano to cultivate the Intent and/or Law of fire, heat, lava, etc.
Intents are weaker versions of a law and while some people can obtain an Intent much sooner than the Ancestor level if they are really talented, for his case, he was almost an Authority without any Law mastered so he was the exact opposite.
It seemed an Intent and Law were the main power and strength of an Ancestor/Beyonder. While you could master as many Intents and Laws as you wanted to fuse them into a higher version of the Law they belong to. So Intents of Waves, Foam, Water and Flow could be fused into a Law of the Tides and Seas.
Now he had a brand new goal, find a place to master intents and a law that would suit him. He was already immortal as a construct so he might as well do those “closed meditation” once he would find a proper Intent and Law to master.
However he did have a restriction, as a robotic being, a construct. He could only learn and comprehend specific laws related to : Electricity, Thunder, Mechanics and Robotic Constructs so that already limited his options.
“Mmm… Electricity and Thunder I could no doubt find some in the natural world. But Mechanics and Robotics Constructs? Where would I be able to find places full of these Intents… Prothean, Cygilites and Gnomes ruins, factories and temples most likely.”
Only one real thing remained for Akhenamen to try now… his new spell Finion’s Circus. Just before leaving the ruin, he cast the spell and summoned some cartoon looking planes, cars and Earth’s animals.
They glowed from any color he could choose. The moment his new spell was used, he felt a powerful being’s gaze land on me. If he hadn’t reached the Beyonder level he would have never been able to realise it. Was it…?
“Lord Finion I presume?”
“Lord? What a strange title to call me with! Mmm… talking like that is just annoying, wait a few seconds.”
Ahkenamen felt a powerful arcane current surround him, barely did he have the time to try and think about resisting that he suddenly disappeared from the Proethian’s ruins. His sight came back the next instant but he was now on what looked like a very very bad trip.
Extremely bright colors, strange childish shape, and thousands of children running around. All looked… like souls. But they were able to interact with other children and the environment they stood in. They currently seem to be locked in a mock battle between two camps.
“Welcome! This is my domain and realm, Everyouth!”
In front of him stood a strange being, it was an elven child one second, then an orc, then a giant, then a dragon, it seemed to take a different shape every few seconds, every single time he looked like a young child. But the most striking feature of this child was that he was kneeling down, looking as massive as Sapphyra had when she attacked his soul realm.
His eyes were strange, they seemed to display so much happiness and joy, glowing a beautiful gold color, making Akhenamen unable to stop himself from feeling like laughing. However his powerful Arcana and Sight stat allowed him to resist this feeling.
“Wow! That’s not bad at all! You’re able to resist my influence despite only being a Beyonder! Well… You have some insane stat for someone without any Laws! You must have been helped by the System right?”
Akhenamen was curious, not even annoyed, the being in front of him was a god like Sapphira but unlike her he was at his full strength despite being considered the weakest god. He had to know many things. So while he was here he might as well talk to him.
“Greetings, Lord Finion. I am Akhenamen, Herald of the Unseen Truth and a Beyonder of the Cygilite race.”
“How polite. Name’s Finion, God of Joy, Childhood, yada and yada. Mmm… someone took one of your names… Sapphira? What? You found Sapphira?! That’ll complicate things…but it’ll definitely be entertaining!”
Finion’s eyes seemed to peer into Akhenamen’s eyes, seemingly able to see most of his secrets including Sapphira’s influence on him.
“You seem excited, Lord Finion.”
“Of course I am! You carry Sapphira’s sapphire and a part of her will and divine energy! That means there’s still hope to bring back that annoying brat! But when Rubi finds out her sister’s energy reappeared in my domain she’s gonna smash her way in there. And she’ll be looking for a fight.”
Finion started to wrap hundreds of arcanic arrays around Akhenamen’s body, no doubt to hide Sapphira’s energy and sapphire as long as possible.
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“It should be fine, but we don’t have much time. So apparently you now have my Unique spell. But your soul… a reincarnation? I don’t feel any previous body linked to your soul. But that touch… a being from the Empty? A young one, it feels clumsy.”
Finion seemed to inspect and criticize the Color’s “job” at resurrecting him. Akhenamen was thinking the difference between a Throne and a Dominion was far vaster than just two thousand points.
“What am I doing?”
Finion shook his head as he realised he had once again wandered off his original goal. It seemed he could easily lose his current line of thoughts. Akhenamen decided to help him and guide the conversation a bit more.
“Lord Finion, why have you brought me here? And this might be strange to ask but do you know how to actually comprehend and obtain Intents and Laws?”
“I brought you here to give you a gift. Every child in this realm gets a gift from me when they are young! From the strongest of Thrones to the weakest and poorest farmer, all receive a gift that I believe will help them in their coming life. All have received it and all have forgotten me. Except you. You might be a Cygilite but you have a human soul. One who has never received one of my gifts!”
Finion’s eyes twinkled with mischief. It was pretty clear that Finion looked at David like one would look at a very smart child. If Finion was truly one of the oldest gods, then someone no older than 46 would indeed be a baby next to them.
“So you brought me here to see what kind of gifts would suit me? Will I forget your existence too?”
“Yes, but no you won’t forget me. Since you have access to one of my Unique Spells I won’t bother with removing your memory, and you’re already a Beyonder, it wouldn’t work perfectly.”
“And to answer your other question about Intents and Laws you will naturally be able to see Intents or Laws using your Sight stat and you can even feel compatible Intent and Laws with your Arcana stat.”
Akhenamen nodded, thinking and realising that Sight stat had to be the System’s way to stop weaker non transcendent beings from accessing Intents and Laws too early.
Some however would be talented and gifted enough to have Transcendent stats before reaching the level of an Ancestor but it did demand very high luck and a lot of hard work.
“Thanks for your answers Lord Finion. And would you happen to know where I could find a Primal Source of Pure Divine Moon Essence?”
“Yes you have one at the east of desert of -”
A loud gong-like noise spread through the entire realm, loud crackling ice-like sound coming from literal cracks in the sky. Like a window being struck by a rock. It was small at first, but soon more and more hits started to slam into Finion’s realm. A loud feminine voice roaring with anger and wrath.
“FINION! YOU BETTER OPEN YOUR REALM RIGHT NOW! WHERE IS SAPPHYRA!”
“Sick puppies!”
Finion’s face went slightly pale as he threw a small scroll at David, mouthing what sounded like a curse word, before flying toward the cracks in the sky as he pushed his palm toward Akhenamen, wrapping him in a strong magic that was just a second too late to take him back to Zenthia.
Once again Akhenamen was shown the difference between the gods and him. He barely had the time to realise that a clawed hand had incinerated his entire body, that the illusion Finion had summoned disappeared, showing Akhenamen just a few meters to the right of Rubi-Khion’s clawed paw. A paw thicker than he was tall.
Was every god a giant?
Her face that looked almost identical to Sapphyra, staring into Akhenamen’s green eyes, seemed to frown with fierce hate. Unlike Sapphira, Rubi-Khion, looked a lot more fit, even reaching a level Akhenamen would consider as more muscular than fit.
Wearing a red and gold armor which covered most of her body, wings of flames on her back while her thick mane-like hairs seemed to be made from the sun’s flame themselves, even her cat tail seemed to be a whip of flame she was using to battle Finion.
“DAMN IT RUBI! THERE ARE KIDS SOULS HERE! RESTRAIN YOURSELF THIS INSTANT!”
Finion’s body wasn’t a child anymore, now he looked like a strange being made from all kinds of shapes and colors, it seemed more like some eldritch being than a god of childhood and happiness.
In fact he looked a lot like something a child would draw as his imaginary friends, but only composed of vague shapes. He raised his hand at Rubi-Khon’s tail, seemingly erasing it from existence as if he was using some sort of giant eraser.
Ruby-Khon’s other claw thrust toward Akhenamen’s face, a strange feeling rising in his body as he remembered something the goddess had told him. The fiery goddess’s eyes met his once again, her claw freezing just before turning his entire body into cinders.
“She won the bet, wet fur.”
This simple sentence had unknowingly saved his life, Ruby’s eyes widening before showing understanding and a small smile gracing her face.
“That idiot… It seems I acted rashly. No matter, listen to me, do not trust any of the gods, getting their hands on my sister’s divinity would be a massive boost to their powers. They’ll send their children after you.”
Finion, who seemed to have been waiting for the conversation to end finally lifted his triangles shaped hands, all of his realm suddenly reacting as if it had turned into a wave, the children’s souls being on top of what looked like cardboard boats and attacking Rubi-Khon with canon shaped drawings that would send actual beams, each carrying more power than even all of Akhenamen’s arcana stat could muster.
Rubi-Khon didn’t allow herself to be bombarded without fighting back as her body seemed to suddenly turn into the sun itself. No… her body was still present but her mane of hairs, maybe even her entire head was just a sun. Inside the vague shape of Rubi-Khon’s wrathful head could be seen.
Then, what followed made Akhenamen understand, he had believed he was becoming respectably strong. But it was clear that the Gods were well beyond his level, each of their strikes seemed backed by their entire laws and intents, every hit carrying far far more powers than just 5000 points of strength.
They seemed to be able to slice a continent in two. Finion’s entire realm was summoned like a cartoonish wave, inhabited by an impossible amount of children's souls playing pirates shooting at the sun which seemed to contain all kinds of Felinids souls ready for war. When Dominion ranked beings fought it wasn’t just them but their entire realm that fought for them.
Seeing such a ridiculous display of powers, the like few Authorities and almost no Thrones had ever as much as gazed at, he couldn’t help but laugh. He had truly been ridiculous. Believing himself to be strong? He couldn’t be weaker!
“AHAHAHAH”
A laugh which sounded more genuine than a child’s first laugh spread around him, enough even the two gods fighting before him stopped to stare at him, Rubi-Khion and Finion smiling as their spectator had realised an important lesson that stopped so many Authorities and Thrones from ascending.
They are still weak.
Even the weakest god could wipe out all of Zenthia if he truly wished. No one truly realised how powerful the gods were and how impressive it was for the Cygilites to have fought against them.
[You have obtained a new Secret] : [The mortals weakness]
This laugh spread through all of the heavens, from the Gardens of Aphrodisia to the Ink Sea of Ekun, every god heard this laugh, every god had a different reaction. Some smiled and laughed alongside, some raised an eyebrow in surprise, some were intrigued.
Others raised their weapons or readied their spells, reflexes from a long forgotten war, recognising such a voice anywhere. A Cygilite, a being that had killed so many of their kind and children.
And soon a battle which had concerned only two gods was now being watched by every god in heaven, all watching the simple Cygilite, a member of a race which had fought their kind tooth and nail.
All watching him laugh, a bearer of secrets, a transmigrated soul, a madman, a being who was amongst the few to understand the truth. A future Dominion. For none would doubt this laugh.
A laugh which many of them had as they realised how weak they truly were, this realisation allowing them to finally breakthrough. None knew who exactly said the following words, but all knew they felt the same at that moment.
“What a lucky bastard.”