[ With nearly any other magics he would not want to manage large scale illusions so soon after, but this is easy enough. Unlike Amaurot, there is no need for the illusion to remain tactile. Viktor skims his fingers across the magic and Emet-Selch nearly shivers, feeling it like the glancing touch of fingers up his spine. ]
You would never know.
[ He isn't sure if it's better or worse to think about the parts of the world that would have survived - what they could have salvaged, had they only known what would follow so soon after. He had committed what many would consider crimes without hesitation. Had Venat sundered the world with such nonchalance? Had it been easy for her, to look at the wreckage of those who had survived a nightmare few weeks and somehow find a way to make everything even worse? Nauseating to consider.
The illusion vanishes with two fingers pinched together, a tug like removing a tablecloth in one fell swoop, and then from the bottom to the top it melts into a cloud of faintly sparkling aether, vanishing before it hits the ground. Perhaps unsurprisingly, bit of it that alight on Viktor flare briefly before blinking out, whereas it manages to drift idly around Emet-Selch like he's holding an invisible umbrella. ]
It looked as if they took what they could manage in their evacuation, or they had perished outside of the farm.
[ Of course Viktor would pick up on the fact that he'd known to go there. Emet-Selch lifts an eyebrow at the question, waiting for him to ask the question behind his question while he digs fingers into a piece of sourdough and breaks it open, choosing a cheese to spread over it with a tiny, decorative knife before drizzling it in honey, too. ]
I may advise against eating that until we understand exactly what was done to it. 'Tis likely consuming it does not harm you, but with my own dark magic already infused within you there's a chance that 'twould be as if you ate a hot coal.
[ He plucks the grape from Viktor's hand before he can say anything about it, and takes a not-cautious-enough bite, crunching through skin into firm flesh. The scent says grape, as does the taste, but the burn is all Light. Not enough to melt the skin on his tongue, or to properly hurt, more akin to a pepper. ]
Hm. Dubious congratulations, but I believe you created a shard's first spicy grape.
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You would never know.
[ He isn't sure if it's better or worse to think about the parts of the world that would have survived - what they could have salvaged, had they only known what would follow so soon after. He had committed what many would consider crimes without hesitation. Had Venat sundered the world with such nonchalance? Had it been easy for her, to look at the wreckage of those who had survived a nightmare few weeks and somehow find a way to make everything even worse? Nauseating to consider.
The illusion vanishes with two fingers pinched together, a tug like removing a tablecloth in one fell swoop, and then from the bottom to the top it melts into a cloud of faintly sparkling aether, vanishing before it hits the ground. Perhaps unsurprisingly, bit of it that alight on Viktor flare briefly before blinking out, whereas it manages to drift idly around Emet-Selch like he's holding an invisible umbrella. ]
It looked as if they took what they could manage in their evacuation, or they had perished outside of the farm.
[ Of course Viktor would pick up on the fact that he'd known to go there. Emet-Selch lifts an eyebrow at the question, waiting for him to ask the question behind his question while he digs fingers into a piece of sourdough and breaks it open, choosing a cheese to spread over it with a tiny, decorative knife before drizzling it in honey, too. ]
I may advise against eating that until we understand exactly what was done to it. 'Tis likely consuming it does not harm you, but with my own dark magic already infused within you there's a chance that 'twould be as if you ate a hot coal.
[ He plucks the grape from Viktor's hand before he can say anything about it, and takes a not-cautious-enough bite, crunching through skin into firm flesh. The scent says grape, as does the taste, but the burn is all Light. Not enough to melt the skin on his tongue, or to properly hurt, more akin to a pepper. ]
Hm. Dubious congratulations, but I believe you created a shard's first spicy grape.