Shadow slave: In The Eye of The Beholder

Silas found himself adrift in an ethereal expanse, where the concept of reality seemed distant, almost inconsequential. It was a void, blacker than the deepest night, but not empty. Above and around him, luminous bright stars littered the darkness, between each burning white sun woven into a beautiful and inconceivably complex net, forming various nexuses and constellations. 

Silas in the depth of the lustreless black, floating freely within gazed at the wonderous weaves of the string, it looked like a galaxy that had been strung and knitted together, a truly gargantuan piece of art, the expression of a god, the universe being fitted and shaped to their beliefs of perfection. was that what the spell was? 

People all through humanity asked of its origins, though there was simply no way to know. Silas in the Silence of the comforting void found himself looking into the spiralling thread. although not golden in colour, the strings held the same distinct and abstract presence, it still resembled the same strings he once saw with [Beholder of Strings] 

Silas thoughts drifted as time went on, his defiance had succeeded, his riot had won, he himself against the beholder, yet he was not met with its presence, nor the voice of the spell, so drifting in the abyss, he silently reflected. 

In this time he thought back to his bleak yet bright memory of finally slaying the terror, in the fog of exhaustion, he had heard the spell whisper into his ears, hearing its calls despite his eardrums rupturing.

He took the time and glanced at his runes. 

Memories: [Mad Cows Canine], [Ashen Veil],[Vile Stalk] 

Silas looked to the new runes, [Vile Stalk] had been his reward for the kill, so despite the sombreness that drowned him, he held some enthusiasm in checking the memory. 

Memory: [Vile Stalk]

Memory Rank: Awakened

Memory Tier: VI

Memory Type: Weapon

Memory Description: the wheat of the field has wavered for centuries,' corruption and madness encroached on the soil that they grew, each stalk whispering back their madness, burdened with minds they did not want. until one day, a girl wondered the wheat, and heard there please, eventually burdening the insanity of the crops. corruption seething into her soul, the then peaceful wheat being once again assumed into her madness, despite their rejection. 

Memory Enchantments: [Thousand Crops], [Thousand Minds], [Whisper], [Whistle] 

[Thousand Crops]

Enchantment Description: The fields of wheat that once held the madness, retain their individuality in the memory, allowing each stalk to be summoned and used, despite their refusal. 

[Thousand Minds]

Enchantment Description: The memory holds a thousand inconsequential and sublime minds, any corruption that appears is also witnessed by the stalks, each one capable of absorbing corruption. 

[Whisper] 

Enchantment Description: The insidious secrets of the wheat can be spoken, corroding the minds of all that hear its knowledge.

[Whistle] 

Enchantment Description: The stalks communicate through the whistles of the wind that blow their bodies, the user can silence the stalks, or let them scream, the louder the stalks, the more power they contain. 

Silas looked at the shimmering runes with intrigue, the enchantments certainly seemed powerful, yet seemingly harmful to his enemy's and himself, though it was a weapon, but what kind?

he reached inward to himself and summoned it, the faint blue sparks forming before solidifying, into a golden-brown bow, it looked elegant yet crude, seeming like a single wheat bent and frozen to replicate a bow, yet once he looked closer, it was not a single stalk, but multitudes of interwoven fibres that held the bow solid. 

He thought of experimenting with the enchantments, but his thought process was cut as the familiar voice spoke to him.

[Aspirant! Your trial is over.]

[A blessed farmer travelled the endless plains of wheat, the madness deep within the farm aspiring against him, defeating the creature that was corrupted, going into the stronghold of the noble, encountering not just his enemy's but a deity, the farmer did not grovel, but instead challenged the god in front of him, it took away his blessings, yet he still fought, murdering his treacherous uncle, and slaying the terror that had started the madness to begin with, the farmer proved himself to the god, will so strong that the divine eye did not see it coming.]

[You have defeated an awakened monster: Voracious Bovine]

[You have defeated a dormant beast: Skin Puppet]x3

[You have defeated an awakened human: Karn of the fields]

[You have defeated an awakened terror: Howling Harvest.]

[You have received the beholders blessing.]

Silas felt the strange hollowness in his chest be filled, as the blessing he once had returned, it seemed the beholder lay true to its promise and returned what it had taken. 

[You have achieved the unimaginable!]

[Final Appraisal: Brilliant. Your defiance knows no bounds.] 

The voice spoke to him, surprisingly full of passion despite the spell's normal monotone, even he himself was shocked by his own achievements, the chaos of the nightmare felt like a dream, something so bizarre it could never be real, yet the spells voice reminded him of its reality. 

With how enthusiastic the spell was, maybe the boon he received would be good enough for him to be able to rise above, his aspect rank could perhaps even be supreme! 

[Dreamer Silas, receive your boon!]

Silas smile bloomed, the nightmare was over, the fruits of his labour would finally come his way, after all those years of struggling. 

[You have been bestowed a true name: Weaver of Rebellion]

Silas eyes widened at the message, a true name!?, even most of the revolting legacies could not boast to hold a title, there arrogance and superiority had been putrid, yet the boy from the outskirts had received one, he had truly differentiated himself, now he wasn't any other street rat.

Before he could think any more, the spell continued. 

[Your Aspect is ready to evolve. Evolve Aspect?]

Silas upon hearing vigorously nodded.

'Yes, YES evolve!' 

[Dormant Aspect Beholder of Strings is evolving…]

[New Aspect acquired.]

[Aspect Rank: Divine.]

Silas mouth seemed to drop to the flaw, shock would be an understatement, never in a million years did Silas even think that holding a divine aspect was possible, yet it had just told him exactly that. 

Aspect: [Beholders eye]

Silas suddenly smacked the side of his face, the sound reverberating out in the unimaginable darkness, he expected the illusion he had been experiencing to go away, to return to the oblivion that death held, after all, the void could have been something his near-death mind had dreamt up in its failure, yet he still breathed and was wide awake. 

With great motivation fuelling him, he opened the runes of his aspect. 

Aspect: [Beholders eye]

Aspect rank: Divine

Aspect Description: [ You are one of the many blessed of the beholder, unlike the other recipients who lay in oblivion, you have defied your deity and regained its sight, the fabric of existence can be observed, allowing you to see beyond into fate and possibility, the elusive strings can be interacted with by all that can see it. 

Innate ability: [Tangled Destiny]

Ability description: Your defiance was unseen, your failure was woven into fate, now that you have escaped it, your struggle is destructive and unplanned, your loose string will dance across the cosmos and will tangle fates of many others.

Silas deeply read each and every rune, there was lots to take in. 

First his aspect had evolved, to a divine one at that! yet the description had not described to much change, other then he could now interact with them. 

How much and how easily? what did it even mean when it says 'interact' what could he do? 

Second was the innate ability, it simpler terms, it said the resilience he had built and shown off of in the nightmare was destined to fail, much to his own delight he had somehow proven it wrong, but to tangle with others fate? he simply had no idea what that entailed. 

Third, his aspect was simply to high of a rank to share with others, he was expecting to get out of the bloody nightmare once and for all, and rise to power, slaughtering haughty legacies on his ways who expected less from him, yet going around and telling of his aspect rank and true name.

They were all great ways for the higher ups of the dreaded clans to shift their eyes on him, and make sure he was a tool for them, a valuable item that they had to horde for themselves, and if they couldn't have him, they would most likely send their clansman to make sure he didn't exist as a potential threat. 

He had experienced what the dreadful legacies did, so expecting any different would truly be foolish, although he was not sure of the government, he did not think they would be any different, after all the sent 20% of human population to slowly die out in the slums. 

The only one who could know of his potential should be him, and him alone. 

A devious smirk was brought to his mouth, he had been wishing for the tools to fight for years, now he had the chance, now he could finally show them. 

The spell spoke once again, its voice mellowing back to calm. 

[The First Seal is broken.]

[Awakening dormant powers…]