"It's certainly dangerous."
"Agreed, you're playing with powers you cannot comprehend Jarvis."
Jarvis looked at his two trusted Sage companions. It was Extreok and Whitelash. The two made his room feel cramped which is why Neorvil didn't join. Additionally since the house had wood Guarton didn't bother to show his heated self in case he damaged anything.
In his palms he felt the flesh-like gem. The source of the Forged Existence. A piece of Heresy that could exist under the sun, Heresy the World wished to reject but couldn't.
"If the words from the Tome of Dead are to be believed, the Undead themselves should be considered Heresy. Yet not only are they capable of living underneath the sun but they don't feel anything like Heresy.", Jarvis argued.
Extreok made her displeasure known through a huff, "You have seen what that Forged Existence was capable of. Is it really necessary to mess with such forbidden power? This is very unlike you."
