Planning and other interesting things
It was the middle of the night and the deep blue sky was now a dark cobalt instead of its tranquil light cerulean appearance in the day. A breeze moved through it and tried to reposition the clouds but the Azmin had locked them in place with their magic and their technology.
They sat placidly in a tight formation forming a vast continent of clouds above Sibba. The Azmin used nature and water magics to essentially knit the clouds together. They also had devices that were similar to anchors and resembled sails. They helped to anchor the position but could also be used to move the cloud continent if need be.
Their cloud continent was completely flat and it had housing, training facilities, and a large area where they could eat. There were so many of them that it looked like a large city atop a vast cloud.
Rachel sat looking to a distant point, her focus inward, as she meditated on her day. She was working to calm her soul well. She had increased it multiple times then she bound her soul with another.
Her spirit and soul were both utterly spent and a bit beyond exhausted and her meditative state helped her to rejuvenate and rebuild her stamina. She wanted to be ready because in a few hours they would bee tackling a rather complicated rebalancing.
Trannisa was a realm that helped to center its cosmos. It was not at the heart of or the center of the cosmos but it was the heart of and the central stabilizing component of the cosmos. Because of this its balance had a direct affect on their cosmos.
Rachel knew how important maintaining Tranissa balance was for the cosmos as a whole.
As her soul well restored itself and gently and steadily refilled she felt the others coming to sit around her. Her Atrunie had already been there. Now it was her siblings and Azmin guard commanders find their places around her.
All had rested and were ready to plan how to finally resolve this situation. It was an odd thing. None of them could sense the chaos before their conflicts with it but now it was like they had stirred a wasps' nest and they were being sting over and over again. It was a bit annoying and nerve wracking.
There was no pain but there was a surge of what felt like electricity jolting through their beings at regular intervals.
"Lady Rachel. There are many within the Azmin guard succumbing to these shocks. Is there anyway to stop them?"
Rachel did not open her eyes when she answered Yanira. "This is the residual left behind by the ailment that Smral released into the realm. It has a numbing quality but now that we are actually aware of it the light illusion she put in place has crumbled and we are now aware of the shocks that we have been receiving the entire time."
Everyone's eyes moved to Smral. In response she smiled broadly. This made Struns roll his eyes and Rebecca smile broadly. She chuckled. "You should at least show a bit of shame."
Smral's smile fell and she frowned. "Really. I felt I gave an appropriate reaction."
"You did. For a pompous ass."
"Exactly. Wouldn't I be considered a bit pompous?"
"More than a bit."
Smral beamed with pride at Struns' reply.
"I will …" Rachel paused in thought and then shrugged. "…Heal the camp. Everyone will then be inoculated against Smral's ailment."
As she spoke Emil moved closer to her and observed closely. He wanted to know exactly how she would heal an entire military camp.
She breathed deeply and a sorceric process began to flow forth from her. It was laced with healing and soul magics and Emil could sense a minute smattering of pink telling him there was some small knowledge component involved.
The sorcery spread out like water pooling out from a vast leak or break in a main line. Everyone felt as it flowed over them and began to realign something within them. Emil was so focused on what was occurring within him and the camp that he had a deep frown on his face.
The sorcery proceeded to adjust everyone's nervous system and eject some odd current that had been hidden within the natural electrical pulses with their bodies.
This pulse collected before them like a vast static mass. It was a deep green color telling Emil it was either tainted by Rachel's sorcery or it was originally sorceric in nature. He quietly looked to Smral as if he would obtain an answer. As he turned his attention back to the camp he saw Mis also looking at the former demon thrall, as if he wanted answers.
By this time the sorcery had flowed into every part of the camp and was quietly diving down to the continent below. It did not take long for them all to feel the annoying small jolts to stop completely and then a bit after they stopped they felt their soul well walls seem to thicken and sensation of a newness glide through 5heir souls.
Rachel had never opened her eyes and she had, seemingly, never stopped meditating.
When she finally opened her eyes her sorceric magic snapped back to her like a released rubber band. She cracked her neck and looked out into the camp. She could feel that the camp was now more relaxed and subdued.
"There is a monument below us on a hill within the mid stage of the abyss."
"The mid stage? Will we be able to withstand that."
Yanira looked at Shain with reproach. "Lady Milana's formation is set to protect us in the abyss first with its second purpose of helping us find and appropriately neutralize foreign matter." She looked to Rachel.
"Does the monument have some significance to the current situation?"
"Only that it seems unaffected and it is possibly Salmoon or a part of her."
No one had been moving as she spoke but all seemed still. Rachel pretended not to notice.
"We will focus our efforts below Sibba. I believe the monument was drawn here by Lanncey's purification. I will lead everyone. I want at least ten teams and. Everyone work in shifts and help to guide magics and make sure that nothing escapes, evolves, mutates, or changes.
"I will send out the spell weave in all directions and weave it so that it is sporadic in nature. The formation will add what is needed to address each individual pocket of chaos or viral type mass and embed itself into my spellweave."
She looked at all of them wondering if anyone had any questions. Rebecca looked to her with a mischievous smile.
"May I ask what team Smral will be sent with?"
Rachel narrowed her eyes and smiled just as mischievously. "She will be with you of course. Choose the rest of your team well."
She stood and stretched. Rainbow sparks arching from her fingertips as they reached up toward the cobalt sky.
"I will start my weave now. It will take between ten and twelve hours to complete. Everyone get your groups ready. When we start we need to be prepared and make sure none of the masses escape."
She looked to Smral as she spoke the next words.
"They will all be neutralized."
Smral smiled broadly and nodded respectfully.
Rachel moved to a high point above all the others and at the center of Sibba. She was about to begin weaving. The others were all working to put their teams together.
They had decided to separate into twelve teams. Each Antrunie and Azmin commander would lead their own team then Anis and Mis, Emil and Shain, and Bre and Cer would have teams. They were now pulling from the vast members of the guard and solidifying their teams.
None of them looked up as they felt power pool above them. They felt the swirl and flow of it and they felt the peace fill their souls as it formed and came into being.
Rachel was using sorcery to create the magic she needed. She was bringing forth combinations of color magic that were in different hues and spectrums than any currently remembered or used by the Azmin. She as partially guided by instinct and partially guided by the Milana soul.
She created and pooled a plethora of magic and it collected around her and patiently waited for her commands.
This process too, her closet two hours. She rolled her neck and shoulders and began to weave.
She brought the magic up before her and began to direct it with runic, sorceric, and color and light magics. She told it all it needed to be. Strength, precision, capabilities, definitions, limitations, purposes, and more. She wrote it all on each stand and as each strand began to understand itself full it would enter into the weave and a harmony was struck that made the area hum.
She wove the weave tight in some places and loose I'm others. She coated some areas in sorcery and others in fate magic or knowledge magic. The weave slowly began to spread out all around her. Her focus was tight and purposeful.
She was meticulous and her spellweave was growing more powerful with each spell connection and runic weave.