+++(CONFIDENTIAL) PRIORITY (CONFIDENTIAL) COMMISSION (CONFIDENTIAL)+++

  ACCESS GRANTED

  [EDIT MODE]

  [INSTALLING MEM-DATA]

  UPDATING CONTENTS…

  NAME: Iomae Hatherene

  RANK: AGNOS OF THE 7TH KNOWING (RATED FOR SEVENTH SPHERE HEAVENS AND BELOW)

  SPECIALTY: SPATIAL ANOMALIES

  //=//

  NAME: Nandu Yuewei

  RANK: AGNOS OF THE 6TH KNOWING (RATED FOR SIXTH SPHERE HEAVENS AND BELOW)

  SPECIALTY: ENTROPIC CANONS AND HELL-BASED ARCHITECTURE

  CHANGES CONFIRMED…

  CONFIRMED

  CLEARING EDIT DATA

  INSTALLING MEM-CON ACCESS

  RESTRICTING ACCESS

  [DISCONNECTING]

  +++

  -White-Rab’s Edits for the SE-7777 Border Wall Commission

  19-20

  Walltaker (III)

  Updating hubris for [Flathider] (Geometry/Boundaries) x1

  Domain of (Geometry)

  ->Canon: Flathide - The user of this canon can fold their physical form along a flat surface; requires at least one section of the surface to bend away upward at 30 degrees

  ->Hubris: Using this canon when the user’s physical form has edges will trigger thaumic backlash (70%)

  Altering the cannons for the Flathider was ultimately a simple affair. The only thing required of Avo was death.

  Using his Meta-Fac, he adjusted the parameters of the hubris with a mental command, carving a critical contradiction into the Heaven that sustained the barge. Now, with a single command cast by Chambers, the vessel’s systems would activate its Flathide canon, and within seconds the Heaven of Geometry would rupture, undone by innumerable edges in its architecture.

  Avo’s success in constructing a functional golem proved to be a more muted success; an act that proved to be more impractical at present than advantageous.

  Though the oracle glass did need to be carved into sigils to find symmetry with the cultural symbology of their corresponding Heaven, this requirement was of no impediment, nor did the grafting itself present any difficulty.

  Functionally, as long as the vessel the Heaven was anchored to had the requisite systems to function and necessary catalysts to express its channeled Domains, the bind would present no issue. Quality failures aside, this was the easy part of golem building.

  The process of thaumic investiture was where true irritation lay. Lacking a cycler or a Soul, every miracle expended by a golem burned Essence. Spent death. Wasted lives.

  As Kae elaborated, the common way golems were built required a rupture to be open, a Godclad to be present to serve as a stable donor, and a golem housed in a stable pocket of space. Both Godclad and golem required overlapping Domains and the process would take anything from hours to days to weeks or even months depending on several factors, including the golem’s ontological sophistication or how many Rendsinks it was equipped with. And once the sacrifices were made to the golem, the Essence could not be taken back. Lacking a cycler to keep each death in constant orbit around a Soul, thaums effectively seeped from the golem like a miasma, never to be reclaimed.

  Pair all these factors with the fact that most golems lacked an ego, Soul, cycler, or corresponding Hell to counteract backlashes, paradoxes, or daemons, and the reasons behind why most Guilds held to a low-sphere, high-production, mass-based doctrine for their Knots in active warfare became clear as day.

  Such was why Avo was entirely content to bypass these issues by continuing to steal other people’s golems for now. Saved him both trouble and time.

  “Might start a stockpile instead,” Avo said, speaking to Kae thereafter. “Modify existing golems on existing chassis. Enhance them. Retrofit instead of produce.”

  “That’s a good idea,” she replied. “We would need a constant flow of death to make such a thing possible. And not like the opportunistic slaughters we are committing. The Agnosi run near automated pipelines with the Guilds. They provide the lives and Godclads, we provide the expertise.”

  Whatever the case, Avo decided the elevation of his cadre was a priority for now. But that did not mean a change in strategy was not in order. With Tavers by their side and new safehouses available, it would be useful to store a few Knots of emergency response golems. Or have some scrambled alongside the cadre was expendable support.

  He would need to separate the Heavens he wanted to absorb from those better left as ghosts nested within their shells.

  Regardless, preparations were fast approaching the end. Soon, it would be time for action and much rest upon the shoulders of Kae and Chambers.

  “I’m a bit nervous,” the Agnos said, sitting next to him on a crate in the gutter warehouse as they studied the unnatural fractals peeling from the contours around the barge. A shaky breath escaped her lungs. “Okay. I’m very nervous.”

  “Won’t be soon,” Avo said. “Proxies. Will overwrite all bad habits once you put them on. Makes sure you know how to act the part. Operate accordingly.”

  She nodded, but the motion lacked confidence and life. “Okay.”

  “I know you don’t like getting your mind overwritten,” Avo said. “Understand that. Understand if you don't want to do this mission. But–”

  She interrupted him. “I'm fine–I just need to… I just need to focus… I want to do this… I want to, I want to perform and experience my craft beneath daylight again. In the open.”

  Avo regarded her a moment further. “Should take this opportunity to steel yourself. Harden your resolve. Find the fire inside. Have something prepared. Need you to be ready. Your time is coming.”

  A sudden spark flashed behind her eyes as she turned to look at him. “You mean…”

  “Yes,” Avo said. “Making your retribution will not fail. Cannot fail. Might not even need to risk the Tiers. Have your assailants be forced into vulnerability. Brought before us.”

  Her gaze was fixed upon him for a long while, and though her thoughtstuff pulsed with tension, she said nothing. Not at first. “Good. Good. I… I want to face them before the end. I want to know what they did to me was wrong. I want to hear them say it.”

  Avo allowed a slow smile to spread across his face as his templates chittered their schemes. “It will be a pleasure to see this arranged. Now. Need to get ready. Alter the others. We have a rupture to make.”

  “Yes,” Kae said, nodding. “Let’s go bomb a wall.”

  ***

  No one saw the barge coming.

  No one saw it shoot out from an inch-thin wall-sized sheet of glass, plunging down into the Maw even as the reflection it dove out from dissolved. No one saw it hop through another pane of glass flung down from the gutters above, or the Manta high overhead, serving as overwatch for its route.

  Passing through unnatural shortcuts and cutting its journey short by tens of kilometers at a time, the unstable barge accelerated toward the risen pillar housing SE-7777, spatial reality pulsating outward from where it stood in layered waves, a lonesome watchtower choking a narrowing straight, Colorful stands of thaumaturgic patterning threaded their paths through the rings in its upper structure before parting in all directions, paths splaying apart unnaturally.

  By the time the barge was within sixty kilometers, Nether traffic came live, not knowing they were already compromised by unknown hostiles. By the time twenty kilometers remained, the operator was just realizing the potential situation at hand.

  By the time the barge passed within ten kilometers–then five–and manifested its Heaven, the Knots hadn’t even been scrambled yet. Only a few errant drones sailed out to seek the threat.

  Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

  But things were too late by then.

  Existence ruptured like a broken kaleidoscope. Aspects of space, directionality, and what shape matter could hold came undone, and the drones unfortunate enough to be affected collapsed inward on themselves in a mess of grinding angles.

  The SE-7777’s pylon pulsed. Spatial reality condensed around the rupture as the first golems began to close in. The waves coming from the tower were swirling tide now. An eruption of neon-red phantoms composing themselves as warning symbols around the border paired with the banshee-like wail of klaxons filled the air.

  All the while did entropy leak, and all the while did the unseen few watch, pleased that the first part of the operation proceeded without unforeseen circumstance.

  ***

  In the very same instant, Paladin Kassamon used the pull of his rank to claim a desired assignment for himself. It wasn’t the first time in his career that he did such a thing, but volunteering for rupture detail was usually regarded as more punishment than a glorious mission with how much paperwork it entailed.

  Still, he applied the proper pressures and made his demands known.

  And so it came to be that Paladin Kassamon found himself soon dispatched to SE-7777 to wait for the summoned Agnosi and aid them in the patching of the Heaven’s vulnerabilities.

  ***

  At the same time, Kare Kusanade just so happened to be spending her spare time reviewing footage of the rupturing barge.

  Though she already had other tasks at hand and was due to check in on a Fallwalker-related disturbance with her mentor, Paladin Sandrupal, a compulsion demanded that she review the mem-data coming in from the SE-7777 incident.

  Ruptures were chaotic affairs, the scenes they left both damaging for once sanity and chaotic in the extreme. But somehow, someway, her instincts would not be denied, and she found herself able to track a piece of the barge on its descent down into the Maw. Analyzing its trajectory using her Phys-Sim, she cast the local Exorcists and forwarded her memories to them.

  By the end of the day, her Meta would be choked by casts from her colleagues, each commending her on the treasure trove of mem-data she uncovered, with offers of libations and hints of a coming promotion.

  “One in a million find, rookie,” Paladin Sandrupal said, grinning as the details from the Exorcists came flooding back. “Fucking smuggler routes. Jaus must be smiling back at you from the Big Nothing.”

  That made Kare frown. Somehow, she felt like someone was in fact smiling. But it wasn’t Jaus.

  ***

  +Avo,+ White-Rab said, manifesting as a phantom through Tavers. +It’s done. Commission intercepted and edited. An emergency patch request for SE-7777 has been sent to Agnos K6 Nandu Yuewei and Agnos K7 Iomae Hatherene, and they are due to arrive at pre-dawn tomorrow for initial inspections.+

  “Good,” Avo said, staring at the simulated pylon–and through it.

  Soon, he would glimpse the world beyond the borders of New Vultun. See the refugee sanctuaries. Sunderwilds. Enclaves. And start making prey of the more unruly Fallwalkers. More than merely expanding beyond, his influence was also spreading above. Good things would be in Kare’s future, and her ability to affect and influence Ori-Thaum’s politics remained far beyond even her own comprehension.

  Her, Abrel, Kassamon, Elegant-Moon. And more. They would form his initiate bridgehead into the Guilds, give him means to target isolated Godclads, and turn them as well. But also inch politics and instability in his favor.

  New epiphanies were taking form in his mind with the passing of the minutes, his understanding of the great game he was now a part of blossoming beyond gutter wars and intra-district engagements.

  As he had done with this operation, he needed to increase his control. Build his influence across all situations. In this manner, his Heaven and capacity to manipulate information would serve to elevate each other nicely.

  It was a predator’s way of doing things, hunting for vulnerabilities to explore. But he was more than that now.

  Suzerain. The word and concept offered by Benhata–a sovereign with a certain degree of control over other internally autonomous entities.

  Though he sought not the enslavement of humanity’s choice, he would be remiss to never burn the branches of possibility down to his preferred paths.

  What need did he have to wait opportunity to present itself when he could manufacture more? And on a scale cascading across the city, no less?

  [Hey,] template-Draus whispered. [Stop lickin’ your own ass and get your head back in the game. Get Chambers and Kae ready. They got new skins that need puttin’ on. Go make yourself useful ‘stead of daydreamin’.]

  +Starting to regret burning you,+ Avo replied. Sighing, he turned and sought the two he would soon deploy. The proxies were already sequenced and ready. All he needed to do was enmesh them beneath another layer of flesh to mask them, and the rest would take care of itself. {Kae. Chambers. It’s time. Kill yourselves then get to the Nexus. Not going to have time for sleep tonight.}

  ***

  “Iomae” watched the snaking channels of the Maw tumble behind her accelerating aero. Everything below ran as winding gorges of bone plate walls punctured by rusted vents. Festering blackness stained the air as pillars of trash descended like collapsing ladders from on high. Routed along a dedicated skylane, she studied the warning icons flashing over the see-through interior of her luxury aero.

  Numbers and mem-data flickered and burst all around her. Phantoms danced in a symphony of flowing information while she rested on a seat made of fine leather, bathed in the light of a spinning locus.

  The Esteem Mark-20 aero was an unfamiliar vehicle to Iomae. Travel, in general, was a novelty she rarely experienced. Her focus was on the cutting edge–working to conceptualize the theoretical and turn the experimental into something practical. The few times she played the role of surveyor were years ago when she was still a neophyte studying her craft.

  Studying the exterior sensory overlay constructed by the ghosts governing the aero, the walls around her were splashed with high-definition renderings of her surroundings, visual feeds scrubbing away any blurriness to provide maximum detail. In the corner of her own vision, her DeepNav was paired to the vehicle’s navigational systems, keeping her cognizant of her position. And Nandu.

  She knew those weren’t their names, and all she remembered was cover identity, but the memories that currently protected her were perfectly constructed, their sequences sprouting from the scrambled mem-data of her base Meta imperceptible to even most thoughtscans.

  A dedicated Necro could perhaps pierce the mystery of her disguise, but she somehow knew everything on-site was already taken care of, and things were well in hand.

  Still, a weight pressed against her nerves, and between the flashing menus surrounding her, she studied her reflection.

  Her hair was too straight.

  Her skin was too rough.

  Her skull felt too heavy.

  Her flesh was a lie.

  But why did it feel so freeing? Why was she looking forward to this?

  Somehow, she knew the right answers were waiting for her once she arrived.

  Turning her attention back to her aero’s inner systems, she frowned at the thousands of simulated strings and aerial trajectories constructed in her hundred-kilometer radius navigational map.

  The interfaces of most aeros weren’t so cluttered, but whatever defensive suite her benefactor had picked to ensure her security and safety was constantly loading, isolating, scanning, and simulating distant objects and entities. Subjects outlined in green were determined harmless; and non-hostile. Faint yellow had the potential for aggression but posed no danger. Orange for possible risk. Red for active hostile.

  More than a few passing drones were detected and flagged by the vehicle. In seconds, Iomae knew their model and year of production, general specs, estimated trajectory, and who probably fired them.

  None of it was useful information for her. If things went wrong, she would manifest her Heaven and depart through thaumaturgic means instead of leaving her fate to the aero’s defenses. How she knew what to do was beyond her. It was like she was accessing pieces of knowledge on a need-to-know basis, with these sequences unnaturally conjoined with the rest.

  {Hey,} “Nandu” said, calling her coldtech communicator with a cough. {You feeling ready?}

  Less than a kilometer left before they would arrive at the pylon. He was a few minutes ahead of her and would land first and wait. She would come in along the west side and detach into public air space from her current skylane. Another waterfall of trash spilled down into the Maw, her aero zipped through a static offramp and soared over the open gorge.

  Warning indicators formed ahead, her vehicle automatically dodging predicted debris. Problem with flying the Maw was the endless amounts of trash–and people–being chucked down. Still, her route proved solid and she found herself passing through spatially affected folds as her distance from SE-7777 shrank to less than eight hundred meters.

  Zooming to where the rupture was supposed to be a few kilometers behind her, she noticed a quivering cleft in space guarded by hovering golems. They must have pocketed the destabilization. Contained the leaking Rend for now. But the damage there–and whatever contradictory canon existed in the border wall–needed to be fixed.

  Though the Paladins were probably going to get a bit more than what they would bargain for.

  As her Esteem slowed to a final descent and passed through the hanger doors along the middle of the pylon’s structure, the twelve engines of her diamond-shaped craft tilted from their horizontal orientations to vertical ones one after another, ensuring her slow descent.

  The ghosts around her dissolved in a puff and the walls turned back to padded leather. With a ring and hiss, the door across from her opened, and foul air billowed in, causing her to gag. Outside her vehicle stood her “partner,” Nandu Yuewei. He was rubbing his comically large nose and had a miserable look on his face.

  As she disembarked, she saw that his own Esteem was docked on the far side of the chamber, already being examined Exorcist maintenance drones. The light of the city faded from behind her as the hanger doors began to close.

  “Been sucking in bad air for three minutes,” Nandu gagged. “The pylon’s air filtration’s fucked, I think. If their water’s this bad too, I don’t think we’re making it out.”

  Though Iomae knew his conduct ran the edge of unprofessionalism, accepting his antics was easy, and actually offered her a sense of comfort.

  “Perhaps we can fix that too,” she said. “Though it will require a separate commission. A ‘Heaven of Foul Smells.’”

  Nandu snorted. “Is that a real thing?”

  “There’s a Heaven for almost everything.”

  “Almost indeed.” The voice interrupting them was flat but smooth. Stepping past a closing door on the far edge of the room facing the inside of the structure was a tall man sporting a red mohawk and dressed in a particularly torn Paladin’s uniform. The badge and the greys of the inner suit remained, but his outer coat was missing, and his sleeves were torn, exposing bulging biceps the size of a baseliner’s head. Gashes and tears lined his pants while whining servos preceded each step of his left leg. Flashing the Agnosi with a gleaming smile, Paladin Riche Kassamon presented himself as their point of contact with their operation.

  A few fist-sized surveillance drones hovered at his flanks, forming the shape of a “v” behind him.

  “Agnosi. Appreciate you both responding so thusly.”

  “We are sworn to our duties,” Iomae said, managing a fake, but knowing smile. The Paladin looked her up and down, and somehow she knew he was at least as compromised as she was.

  “So we are,” Paladin Kassamon said. Turning, he looked at Nandu and winced. “Jaus. I–uh, you alright?”

  Nandu glared. “Why? Do I not look alright?”

  “No, consang. You want me to be honest, it looks like you stole your nose off the face of a Scaarthian that got run over by a tank or something.”

  “Very funny,” Nandu sneered. “How about you tell us a few more jokes along the way to the control center so we can take a look at how you guys shit yourselves this time.”

  Not enough Godclads? Get near-daily advanced chapters on (15 chapters ahead) and join the .

  Ontologics

  In effect after 19-12

  Ghosts - [26,557,563]

  Liminal Frame (V) - 16,099 THAUM/c

  User: Avo

  Heaven/Hell: [Woundmother] - 10,002 THAUM/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Blood)

  ->Canon: Haemokinesis (IV) - All blood in user’s area of influence can be controlled; speed and force experience exponential increases with each ton of force controlled

  ->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%)

  ->Canon: Linger - User can eject constructs shaped from their blood; each construct generated accrues Rend based on design and size

  ->Hubris: Central pillar of the Heaven must remain 80 tons; each ton of non-central mass controlled increases thaumic and Rend-based demands (5%; x2 backlash)

  ->Canon: Sanguinity’s Reign (IV) - A building haemokinetic storm continuously expands from the user, spreading their area of influence (without limitations) as far as the storm can metaphysically expand; generates more Rend the larger the area it takes up

  ->Hubris: Attempting to move and alter more than 80 tons of matter without constituting a central construct will result in thaumic backlash (20%)

  ->Canon: Exsanguinating Helix - Allows the user to instill an exsanguinating effect in a piece of matter, causing it to drain all the blood its mass can contain when in contact with a non-user designated entity; the larger the object instilled, the higher the Rend

  ->Hubris: If the object is destroyed, thaumic backlash will be inflicted (15%)

  ->Domain: (Matter)

  ->Canon: Alchemization (V) - The user can subsume and channel and combine the properties of 108 fragments of physical matter through their blood; the limit of fragments channeled can be increased at the cost of thaumic and Rend-based demands.

  ->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash. (12%)

  ->Canon: Remembrance of Matter (V) - The user can memorize the traits of all physical matter they subsume at a hundredth of the thaumic cost; the matter they memorized can be assembled and blended before a construct is formed

  ->Hubris: If matter being subsumed has their state changed mid-subsumption, thaumic backlash will be triggered (9%)

  ->Canon: Stormwreathed - The user can temporarily convert their mass into electricity

  ->Hubris: If the user is submerged by water in this state, thaumic backlash will be triggered (15%)

  ->Canon: Haemification - The user can turn all influenceable matter into blood

  ->Hubris: Any attempts to subsume gaseous or liquid matter will incur backlash (12%; x2 backlash)

  ->Domain: (Fire)

  ->Canon: Matterbomb - The user can detonate pieces of matter based on mass and inherent energy

  ->Hubris: If the matter being detonated is destroyed before ignition, moderate (EST. 35%) severe backlash will be inflicted

  ->Domain: (Luminosity)

  ->Canon: The Light Unseen - The user can blend their matter with the light of their surroundings should they stop perceiving the world visually

  ->Hubris: If the user has their perception active while this canon is in use, (EST. 51%) severe backlash will be inflicted

  ->Domain: (Protection)

  ->Canon: Fortress of Luminosity - The user emanates a luminous shroud that renders all physical matter bathed by its shine invulnerable; generates heavy Rend (1.2%) every second canon is active

  ->Hubris: There must be a persistent source of light for the user to imitate in the environment or from the user themselves or thaumic backlash will be triggered. (5%)

  ->Domain: (Biology)

  ->Canon: My Blood The Harvester, My Flesh the Symphony (III) - Allows the user to grow, blend, or extract biological organisms and structures from their blood.

  ->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted. (6%) ->Canon: Remembrance of Flesh (V) - Allows user to memorize traits from biological organisms at a tenth of the thaumic cost; the biomass they memorized can be spliced before they are grown.

  ->Hubris: Another source of biomass must be present and in the area of influence or thaumic backlash will be inflicted (6%; x2 backlash)

  ->Domain: (Lightning)

  ->Canon: Boltstride (III) - Allows the user to transmute and move all blood-based structures as bolts of lightning; distance limited to the reach of user’s Sanguinity

  ->Hubris: Attempting to move over 120 tons of matter as a single bolt will trigger (EST. 87%) extreme thaumic backlash

  Hell - [Fifth Circle]

  ->Domain: (Matter/Entropy/Luminosity)

  ->Canon: Breath of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic storm across their area of influence; the storm will disintegrate matter through withering bolts of lightning (This canon is absolute)

  ->Daemon: Striking the same place twice will result in the manifestation of an Anathema of Ruin, causing the user to lose control of the Heaven

  ->Canon: Barrage of the Withered (V) - Allows the user to expel their total Rend as an entropic projectile the size, shape, and speed of the Woundmother at its maximum potential; this projectile can be guided by the user and is loosed faster with higher Rend (This canon is absolute)

  ->Daemon: Should the projectile not dissolve sufficient matter, the projectile will birth as an Anathema of Ruin

  ->Canon: Shadowbreaker (III) - Allows the user to influence all shadows in their vicinity with a touch of luminosity that will continue to expand and dissolve anything physical covered by the shadows

  ->Daemon: Should an insufficient amount of physical matter in darkness be consumed in (8 seconds), an Anathema of Ruin will be manifested.

  Heaven/Hell: [Fardrifter] - 5,660 THAUM/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Air)

  ->Canon: Horizon Strider (III) - The user takes on the properties of a hurricane and can influence winds for 250 kilometers

  ->Hubris: If an external force counters the motion of the user’s centrifugal force, severe (EST. 59%) thaumic backlash will be triggered

  ->Domain: (Space)

  ->Canon: Yondergales (IV) - The user’s demiplane now encompasses ten kilometers, with each ton of mass multiplying the base speed of their winds (252 kilometers per hour)

  ->Hubris: If an object over 5,000 degrees celsius is drawn into the plane, extreme (EST. 83%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Canon: The Nine Streams of Freedom - The user can materialize from any nine points in space their winds encompass (250 kilometers)

  ->Hubris: if they emerge in a confined space and are unable to fully materialize, thaumic backlash will be triggered. (10%)

  ->Canon: Shadowrun (II) - The user can surge within shadows as if they are wind tunnels (x10 current speed); shadows must be connected to pass from one to another.

  ->Hubris: If a light shines and clears away the user’s shadow, heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be triggered

  ->Domain: (Shadow)

  ->Canon: Midnight Hand - The user can blow, move, and shift shadows together as if they are waves in a storm.

  ->Hubris: If the user is between shadows when the wind stops blowing and the bridge breaks, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Domain: (Labyrinth)

  ->Canon: Path of the Nine Storms (III) - User manifests a maze-like dungeon in the walls of their winds, allowing them to create and weave winding paths from tunnels of air; the maze is a fixed spatial anchor (may not be affected by spatial changes) that can be triggered at any time.

  ->Hubris: If the inner walls of the dungeon are forcibly breached and someone enters the eye of the storm (where resides the Yondergales), heavy (EST. 39%) thaumic backlash will be generated.

  Hell - [Fourth Circle]

  ->Domain: (Air/Entropy/Labyrinth)

  ->Canon: Halt of the Passing (IV) - The user can enchain all actors and objects moving through their area of physical influence (250 Kilometers) with stasis

  ->Daemon: An anathema of correspondence will be birthed if the total velocity drained exceeds the total Rend accrued

  ->Canon: Waybreaker (II) - The user distorts all directionality about them (10 kilometers), causing space to coil and distend, randomizing vectors of movement for all actors and objects caught in their wake.

  ->Daemon: Rend must be balanced in nine minutes or an Anathema of Correspondence will manifest.

  Heaven/Hell: [Techplaguer] - 200 Thaum/c

  Heaven

  ->Domain: (Signals)

  ->Canon: Skin of Virtuality - Layers user in mirror-reality raw data and information, allowing them to move and exist as radio signals might and shift inorganic objects in their vicinity as blocks of temporarily stored data (reloads back to their original position in reality after miracle ends)

  ->Hubris: The user cannot pass through lead without incurring heavy (EST. 41%) thaumic backlash.

  ->Domain: (Space)

  ->Canon: Techjumper - User inserts themselves into a signal or system capable of transmitting signals, moving as a packet of data and materializing at the endpoint of the transmission.

  ->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered.

  ->Domain: (Biology)

  ->Canon: TechSick.exe (II) - User mimics the properties and symptoms in a virus and transfers that over to a signal-receiving system, affecting the machine as if it were a person

  ->Hubris: If the transfer is disrupted halfway, moderate (22%) thaumic backlash will be triggered. (x2)

  Hell - [Third Circle]

  ->Domain: (Signal/Entropy)

  ->Canon: Datarot - The user decays and distorts signals and data within their ability to influence

  ->Daemon: If a signal the user is decaying is disrupted and they are unable to find another within (5 seconds) to continue expelling their Rend, an Anathema of Epistemology will be generated

  Implants

  Mime-Fog: Allows Avo to produce a spore-expelled field of active camouflage

  Celerostylus: A symbiotic reflex booster laced into Avo's spine; accelerates him a bit over sixty-five miles an hour in his baseline body

  Echoheads: A chimeric bioform adapted into an implant. Can provide echolocation for eight hundred feet. Designed from a hyper-durable silicon-chitin structure that also allows each of the eight heads to piece forward from the inside like a mantis shrimp punches.

  Bone Demon: A body-sheathe--complete overhaul of Avo's physical form. made from a nest of super-tensile, hyper-synaptic nanofibrous mycelia on the interior. Beyond the threads, thick plates of cordyceramite line the outside like jagged skeletal continents emerging from a sea of webs. Bound to his biology, Avo is able to harden and shift his structural integrity, as well as shape the growth of the fungal-ceramic matter that would encase his outer skin.

  Meldskin: A smart-fluid adaptive combat skin capable of altering its composition to suit almost any environment and slowly return to full integrity. Possess holographic disguises, advanced visual sensors, omnidirectional thrusters, and a highly advanced reactor. Can also interface with other pieces of advanced voidtech.

  Metamind

  Ghosts: [17,313,887]

  SPRITES: {4.2TB/s…}

  [QUICKSAND SYNC TRAUMA] COG-CAP: 55 SEQUENCES (VARIABLE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A LIMPID POOL FILLED WITH BODIES DRIFTING BENEATH THE WAVES; WHATEVER TRAUMA STRIKES THE SURFACE WILL IN CAUSE IT TO IGNITE AND SIMULATE A RESEQUENCING OF SAID TRAUMA”

  ->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF ADAPTING TO TRAUMAS AFTER SUSTAINING AGAINST THE FIRST IMPACT

  [THOUGHTWAVE DISRUPTOR] COG-CAP: [ERROR] SEQUENCES

  ->STRUCTURE: [NULL]

  ->FUNCTION: TAPS INTO THE ENTIRETY OF THE USER’S COGNITIVE CAPACITY AND EXPELS UNSTABLE MEM-DATA OUTWARD, DISRUPTING AN AREA OF (CONTINGENT OF GHOST CAPACITY) SPACE

  [INCOG] COG-CAP: [x] SEQUENCES (VARIABLE; MUST MATCH ALL OTHER INTERNAL MEMORIES BEYOND THE WARDS)

  ->STRUCTURE: “AN OPALESCENT SUN RAINS DOWN OVER THE LANDSCAPE; LIGHT SPILLS FROM IT MORE LIKE MERCURY DOLLOPS THAN RAYS, BASKING EVERYTHING IN A REFLECTIVE SHEEN WHILE DRINKING UP MEM-DATA INTO ITS CORE”

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO CAMOUFLAGE THEMSELVES FROM NOTICE VIA THE OBFUSCATION OF THEIR MEMORIES AND THOUGHTSTUFF. NO ACCRETION WILL LEAK DURING THIS PERIOD AND ALL OUTWARD REACTING PHANTASMICS WILL BE PLACED INTO A DORMANT STATE UNTIL DELIBERATE ACTIVATION.

  [WHISPER] COG-CAP: 19 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: FIVE/SIX LEGGED DOG CHASES A FLYING LETTER WHILE A DRONE STRIKES A VILLA.

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE EXTENSION OF CONSCIOUS AWARENESS BY 60 FEET AND THE DELIVERANCE OF COG-DATA WITHIN SAID FIELD OF AWARENESS; CAN BE EXTENDED BY MULTIPLES SHOULD MORE SEQUENCES BE USED

  [PHYS-SIM] COG-CAP: 18 SEQUENCES (FIXED)

  ->STRUCTURE: A MISSILE LOCKED TO AN AEROVEC, EVER INCHING CLOSER, DODGING INCOMING POINT DEFENSE FIRE”

  ->FUNCTION: CALCULATES THE ACCELERATION VECTORS AND IMPACT LANES OF UP TO TWELVE DYNAMIC OBJECTS

  [OSARAI MEMGUARD] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE) [REPLACED BY QUICKSAND IN AVO'S METAMIND]

  ->STRUCTURE: “A HURRICANE TWISTING AND HURTLING SCREAMING FIGURES AND BROKEN STRUCTURES”

  ->FUNCTION: GUARDS THE MIND USING A LAYER OF TRAUMATIC MEMORIES: CAPABLE OF WITHSTANDING AND REFORMING AGAINST HEAVY-MASS PHANTASMAL INTRUSIONS; VULNERABLE TO NARROW-BUILD INVADERS.

  [AUTO-SEANCE] COG-CAP: 2 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A STAR BLEEDS INTO A SPIRAL OF SPLICED MEMORY SNIPPETS [ERROR: MEMORY ARTIFACTS TOO BRIEF FOR REVIEW...]"

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS OMNI-SYNCHRONIC COMMUNICATIONS BETWEEN TWO OR MORE MINDS ACROSS ALL AREAS ENCOMPASSED BY THE PRESENCE OF THE NETHER

  [MORALITY INJECTOR] COG-CAP: 20 SEQUENCES (BASELINE)

  ->STRUCTURE: “A RESPLENDENT CAGE WITH A CINEMA PROJECTION OF PAST HAPPENINGS PLAYING ACROSS THE SKY"

  ->FUNCTION: ALLOWS THE USER TO NULLIFY SPECIFICALLY ENCODED IMPULSES WITH COUNTER-EMOTIONAL DOSES OF MEMORY.

  GHOSTJACK (ALLOWS FOR THE MODIFICATION AND EDITING OF MEMORIES AND SEQUENCES; SHAPES TRAUMA AND COMMANDS GHOSTS)

  [SKIMMER PERCEPTION EMANATOR]

  TRAUMA PATTERNS:

  [ASELERI'S FOLLY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED

  [LUCILLE’S REGRET] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; REGRET AND ANGUISH ALIGNED

  [LUCILLE’S AGONY] - HIGH PAIN INFLICTION; PHYSICAL TORTURE BASED; BODY DYSMORPHIC AFFLICTED

  [SECONDHAND FATALITY] - EXTREME PAIN INFLICTION; EGO-KILLING TRAUMA FOR HUMANS

  [BENEFACTOR’S DREAD] - HIGH EMOTIONAL TORMENT; FEAR OF COMING DEATH

  [ARATNID’S KISS] - HIGH PHYSICAL TORMENT; CASTRATION AND PRIMAL FEAR-BASED

  THE BURNING DREAMER

  MIND-TEMPLATES

  [AVO]

  The Talons

  Abrel Greatling

  The Shadows

  Benhata Veloso

  Glitch

  Lip

  Corner

  Osjack Thenndenn

  (Ashthrone/Sanctus assault force)

  Dice

  Chambers

  Paladin Kare

  Paladin Kassamon

  I hope you enjoyed today's installment of Godclads!

  Next up: Infiltration, subversion, the Heaven of the border, and the path beyond...

  Anyway, I hope you're having fun, and remember: reviews, follows, favorites, and comments make the word-gods happy.