RP:First of his kind

Part of the What You Leave Behind Arc

Summary: In Frostmaw's Temple of Judgment, Blut receives an ominous vision.

Frostmaw: The Temple of Judgment

Blut entered the temple of judgment as be panted and breathed. He flopped onto the floor completely exhausted from the chase with the ice devils as he thought to himself. I made it this far but how am I going to get out of here. Blut thought reaching into his pocket looking for tools before finding a old key. His eyes widened as he remembered what it was a transportation key. Valen told him to place it within a shadow and it will transport him back to Larket. Blut breathed a sigh of relief causing vapor to be expelled from his mouth. A testament to the chill of the area but right now Blut was fatigued and hungry. Blut took out the remaining firewood and cast a small fireball spell to set it alight. As the flame warmed his frozen bones Blut set to heal his wounds that he sustained from the devils. He carefully made threads of mana to stitch his wounds close and just take a break. From diveing off mountains and slaying beast 3 times his size it's easy to forget that at the end of the day Blut is still human and never has this been more evident then today. He was lucky to be alive. Blut laid by the fire using his bag as a rest to sleep. It was going to be a long night but shelter is still shelter and Blut was use to sleeping in very uncomfortable conditions.

As morning arose Blut stured from his sleep. He winced at the pain of his recovering arm as he got up. "Lets hope this trip was worth the pain." Blut thought to himself as he got up Blut watched the colliding energies with fascination almost entranced by it before shaking his head and heading down a faintly lit hallway. His mouth opened as he entered the library. It was huge books as far as the eye could see. Blut smirked as he looked at the books on the shelf as he started inspecting book after book. Looking anything on the craft of time Blut found a few books that could be what he was looking for. Blut brought out his journals that had various translations of a lot of languages especially from his most recent Library hunt. He finally managed to translate pages of his fathers journal which lead to a lot of information about the chronomancy arts but none definite only the basics. Blut spent many hours reading through the books translating where he could.

Blut got up finding little information in this area leaving his books and bag at the library as he looked around finding more libraries filled with many more books spending literal days reading and studying books. Soon he found himself to complete step one of the process the first step to his transcendence.

Blut sat on the floor with his various books around him holding up his stopwatch which he used as a catalyst for his time. Blut started to murmur in a old language not heard for thousands of years opening his stopwatch as a strange blue energy flowed around him as Blut continued the incantation. Slowly the energy started to swirl and pour into his body causing him to feel hot very hot. Like someone lit a flame in his body that was continuing to expand. Blut stopped momentarily before continuing to speak the heat in his body only increasing in intensity. Soon the energy peaked as it started to burst out of Bluts body violently exiting and entering as Blut spoke the final words the energy let itself out of his body as a violent beam of light illuminating the library in a bright Blue glow. Blut collapsed his stitching becoming undone and in a lot of pain. Now that the heat subsided his body suddenly felt very cold. Trying to generate a fireball to warm himself he extends his arm yet nothing happened. He tries again and again but to no avail. He tries his mana stitching showing that he still had mana he still had magic but it was different. His normally crimson mana was now a bright Blue he tried to create a mirror with his illusions yet nothing. Blut generated a mana dagger but rather than having his normal blade it was bigger and thicker almost like he made a blade.

Blut looked back at the book to find answers before clutching his head in pain. Sharp pains filled his head like needles as a vision started to play out in his mind. Somewhere in a mountain pass. Probably, the closest city is Frostmaw. A clan of Frost Giants separated from Hildegarde's city casts strange and ancient spells for dark purposes. On their armor is the logo of a tree twisting inward upon itself. Bravely, a team of heroes stands against them. The vision just goes black then Blut returns to reality. Blut looks at his hands and his threads he had done it. He had become more than just a human. Blut just accessed the art of time but now with the world in crises experimentation can wait for later. Blut looked at the books putting back the shadow and light tombs in their respective libraries but leaveing the other books open on the table. He will return but he doesn't know what would happen if he tried to take them. Right now he did not want to take that risk walking into the library of darkness and using the teleportation key he would be gone. To try learning more about his gift.