What is soul.
This is a universal proposition, and it is also a super proposition.
Moreover, according to the different laws of each independent crystal wall, the definition of soul is also different.
In Yiya, you could say that the soul is the secret fire, at least in part. Their birth and annihilation are the thoughts of Yi Ru, the authority of this great being that cannot be described in words. Even saints like Manwë and Vartan cannot create a soul on their own.
And in Orbis. Humans or elves are all derived from the twin forces - Anu and Padome, Anui and Sithis, Ak and El or Sataka and Akor, "real" and "virtual" ”, that’s probably the case. It's hard to describe them - assuming the former is an eternal light, then the latter is an eternally dim nothingness - the intersection of the two is the Gray Death ("Nairn" in Elnofi language).
Generally speaking, in most cultures, Anui is revered as a force involved in the creation of the world, but Sithis is even more revered because he is believed to have caused various reactions. So Sithis became the original creator - the entity that was believed to have created everything. The Histors even believed that Sithis actually existed as an entity.
But whether it is elf culture or human religion, it has been implicitly mentioned that Anui and Sithis (Anu and Padome) are not the beginning of all things.
In these obscure documents, which may just be myths and legends, it has been mentioned that above the two forces, there is a mysterious, great existence that is the beginning and end of everything. This being is called "Anu" (Head of God).
The elves believe that Anu created and composed everything. In order to understand himself better, he then created Anui, his soul - the "soul of all". Anui, as the soul of all, had to compartmentalize his self-form, attributes, and intelligence in order to be able to reflect upon himself, and thus Thetis was born, reflecting upon himself as the "flaw of all." Anui, the "soul of everything", formed many dimensions. Under the interaction of the two forces, Orbis was finally formed.
At first, Anui's musings are unplanned, so Orbis appears turbulent and chaotic. So the incarnations of Orbis asked for a more regular order to appear, which would make their lives more nourishing as they continue to improve their knowledge, and also make it easier for Anu to understand himself. Anu in turn created Oriel, the soul of his own soul, and Oriel created a new force that spread throughout Orbis, called time. With time, the planes of Orbis began to understand their habits and flaws. They have their own names, such as Magnus, or Mara, or Sinn. One of them, Lorkhan, was more defective and could not stay anywhere for long.
So he traveled through all the planes of Oriel, and gradually an idea began to emerge in his mind to completely make up for this shortcoming: to create the soul of Orbis, an incarnation that could even reflect on itself. place. He gained a lot of support, even from Auri El - Lorkhan promised him to become the master of this new world, so he readily agreed. In this way, they created the mortal world so that their own incarnations could exist, which was et'Ada.
But this is a ruse. Lorkhan knew very well: this new world had more flaws, because he was not Anu's at all—the mortal world actually belonged to Sithis, "all the flaws." As more and more planes began to disappear, many et'Ada also died completely. Some escaped this, like Magnus - and thus the world was free of magical flaws. The rest, like Ifurui, transformed themselves into Ernofei, the bones of the earth, so that the whole world did not die - they had to continue to reproduce to maintain the world, but their power became weaker and weaker with each generation, and finally It became Aldmer.
Then darkness fell - Lorkhan formed an army of the weakest creatures, named humans, and brought Sithis into every corner of the world.
Humans believe that the mysterious Orbis, a weird supernatural plane, existed before the concept of time was formed.
The underlying meaning of "Obis" is reality and void - the chaotic area intertwined by Anu and Padome. It also encompasses numerous realms, including the Light Realm and the Annihilating Void, as well as realms that are less structured than the two mentioned above.
Since it is difficult for humans to describe the beings living in the "mysterious Orbis" in words, this pattern makes them all the more mysterious.
These souls are made of bits and pieces of the immortal bipolar Force. Among them, Akatosh - also known as the Dragon of Time - was the first to form. His appearance allowed other original spirits to draw reference. Whether they were gods or demons, they all shaped and transformed themselves. , began to reproduce.
And after their death, they evolved into a part of the universe. Their death means romantic marriage and the transition to parenthood for those ordinary beings - as fathers, they create space for the survival of those ordinary "children".
It was Lorkhan who presided over such a major event. Early myths and legends tried their best to vilify him as a swindling fraudster, while more or less sympathetic versions claimed that Lorkhan was the reason for the existence of this mortal world.
These magical beings then died and became et'Ada. These et'Ada are worshiped as gods by all beings in the mortal world. Their death severed their connection with other magical beings, and they were forever imprisoned in nature, never to return to the supernatural realm. At the same time, the Daedra were also born. Compared with "gods", they are more suitable to live in annihilation-the nothingness closer to Padome. This was the beginning of the Dawn Era before the Age of Mythology (or the Age of Elves).
ah. Look - things are always so similar, yet so different from each other.
Humans humbly believe that they are created by the gods, while elves claim to have directly inherited these immortal powers. This may not seem to be related, but this difference creates mythological systems of different colors.
Generally speaking, the division between humans and elves is attributed to the relationship between mortal beings and gods.
What is inevitable when talking about the similarities but differences between the two is that both humans and elves believe that it was the disappearance of these great souls et'Ada that gave birth to the ancestors of humans and elves.
In other words, in essence, humans and elves are actually 'gods'!
Or, they are fragments of 'gods'.
At this point, do you understand why the souls of humans, elves, and even all things are so rare, powerful, and useless?
Because, be it humans or elves, they are all fragments of God. It's just that due to the division and reproduction of et'Ada from generation to generation, their originally immortal souls have become weaker and weaker - this explains why the more ancient the beings are, the stronger they are. And the later humans and even elves become, the weaker they become - in the end, because these immortal souls were split too much and their lives cycled too many times, their immortal essence was completely reduced to dust, and their will no longer existed, only What remains is empty and monotonous instinct.
But even so, Vivec also named the souls who have faith Moon Coins, as the name suggests: the currency prescribed by the Moon God of Creation. With the space snake Lockhan, there was creation, and there was the split mortal moon currency circulation system.
The ideal masters of the Soul Cairn are very hungry for moon coins. They directly obtain moon coins by harvesting souls, and even directly absorb the life essence of mortals in the form of soul stones. If a soul stone captures a black soul, the black soul will be transported to the soul cairn at some point; and if a soul stone captures a white soul...
Well.
Turka squinted his eyes, carefully identifying the faint soul trapped in this perfect gem with many facets in front of him. He separated his consciousness into a very fine slice, and then passed through the crystal clear gem cross-section and entered this magical and weird space - the gem was just a carrier. Matter has almost no influence on a soul. It can be small and small, or it can be as vast as heaven and earth.
But it was obvious that there was only a weak, almost original soul left in front of him, and Turka could not tell whether it was originally the soul of a human, an elf or an animal. It just stayed in this empty space up, down, left, and right like a candle in the wind. No matter how Turka tried and touched it, there was no response.
Its consciousness is even blank, as if all traces of its existence as a life have disappeared, leaving only a trace of the purest soul energy.
But even so, this pure soul energy gave him a very strange feeling, just like - like - "Ms. Yorad, if you can, please give me your sword." Picture Erka suddenly said to the female Nord not far away.
Solini Yurad was surprised. She came over and handed the Dwemer sword that had lost its magic to Turka. "You originally discovered this sword. You can take it back at any time." The female hunter whispered.
Seeing his actions, others also looked over.
Turka took the sword and carefully felt the remaining magic power inside and the magic lines engraved on the sword body and inside. His expression was stern and majestic. No one dared to speak, and the empty Dwemer hall was silent.
Suddenly, Turka opened his left hand, and the soul stone stood up without any wind. Then, whether it was an illusion or not, Islaan and the others felt that a faint light floated out of the soul stone and flew into In the magic sword in Turka's right hand.
"I see, a simple relationship of supply and demand..." he murmured, and Turka handed the sword back to the huntress. "Try it and maybe you'll notice a difference."
As soon as she took the sword, Solini Yorad felt waves of warm heat coming from the originally cold sword body, and there was a faint hint of fire when she swung it. She said in surprise: "Is this enchantment?"
Turka nodded with a smile, "The material of the sword has not changed, but it can already exert a stronger effect. I hope it will add glory to you in the next journey."
Nairn has a variety of magic weapons, but without exception, the magic system of this world has a completely different display mode from that of Yiya. Only a true enchantment master can attach powerful magic to a weapon, and only by understanding A caster with the power of soul energy can recharge a magical weapon that has lost its vitality. Apparently, Turka Aracano has cracked the mystery between the two.
This is something that even the Breton native Xi Lang and the ascetic monk Duran, who are both spellcasters, cannot do.
Unfortunately, Turka Aracano's spell destroyed most of the core, and only a handful of intact soul stones remained. Most of the soul stones were either destroyed by spells or the soul energy inside was exhausted, leaving only empty shells and dull stones.
Turka counted and found that there were only a dozen or so soul stones collected by the female hunter and half-elf in the end. Compared with the remains of Dwemer guards all over the ground, the chance of falling was a bit too low.
Islaan frowned, looked around, and asked a question that puzzled him: "We all know that this race seems to have disappeared, so why can these machines be preserved for so long, and these soul stones have never been Where did it come from?"
The ascetic monk said pitifully, "They have killed so many lives. Isn't the disappearance of Dwemer a judgment of the gods?"
"Maybe," Turka said, "but their technology has to be said to be a great attempt."
The ascetic was silent.
But it is easy to see from his expression that he does not agree with the demigod's statement. However, out of respect for this big man, this devout believer did not refute. In his opinion, for the honor of the Lord of Justice, Mercy and Mercy, he can kill the enemies in the darkness, but capture the souls, imprison them, and let them become cold day after day, year after year, forever. Part of the machine was just too evil for him.
Therefore, he was the only one among the three people who were awake who sat there and chose to close his eyes instead of picking up the loot.
Turka put away the gem that had lost the last trace of soul energy, and replied meaningfully: "Dwelling on the past will not be beneficial to our next journey. It's time for us to move on."
The creations of the Dwemer are indeed magical. They used the soul stone as the core, supplemented by exquisite and secret technology, to create a number of tools that do not need to breathe or have emotions. They guard the city of the Dwemer and remain immortal after thousands of years. , in a sense, this is a very great race.
But as Duran said, the Dwemer imprisoned and used so many souls to achieve their own selfish interests. It is difficult to say that the fate of their family is not the punishment of the gods.
In particular, before cutting off the soul connection with Molag Bal, Turka saw some ancient secret from the memory of this evil god.
Thinking of this, Turka stopped mentioning this topic too much.
After everyone has packed up, move on.
But the road ahead was not smooth. Because Turka was cut off from the connection with Molag Bal's soul fragment, he had to spend more time thinking to identify the maze-like deep tunnels and numerous forks in the Dwemer ruins.
Sometimes, the road he thought was still open was blocked by huge rocks, and they had to turn around and go back; and sometimes they accidentally touched the trap again, and had to spend more effort and time to get there. Eliminate those difficult guards - Fortunately, perhaps the previous wave of attacks has consumed too much of the defensive strength of this mysteriously disappeared race. There are only a few machine guards behind these mechanisms, and there is no need for Turka. With experience, Islaan and the others can easily deal with them; sometimes, Turka has to stop from time to time and repair for a while to ensure that his companions have enough physical strength to deal with the crises that can be seen everywhere next. .
Finally, after wandering for an unknown amount of time, walking through many dilapidated and dusty Dwemer halls, and experiencing dangerous battles one after another, Turka and the others came to a huge building. Here, the thick bronze door cannot isolate the frightening evil stench and breath of the slave master.
Inside the gate is an important place where the Dwemer hold various important ceremonies, including weddings and naming ceremonies, and where the king ascends the throne - at least that's what Turka Aracano said.
The Dwemer were once full of awe and pride in this place. When this race was still active in Nirn, they showed off and boasted about this hall to other races in Tamriel more than once, thinking that it was one of the greatest buildings in Nirn. But as time passed and the Dwemer kingdom grew stronger - especially when the Dwemer discovered the Light Crystal - they were gradually blinded by pride and a sense of self-esteem. They think they are so powerful, why should they grovel and beg for mercy from the gods? Therefore, they no longer prayed for the blessings of the gods in a lowly manner, but prepared to directly create a god, a god that only belonged to them.
Then, we all know the result...
"I don't understand," the Breton man broke the tranquility before the last scene, "We know that the Father of Vampires has laid a sinister magical ritual circle in the ancient ruins of the Zhudaqi Mountains, but if He can be in front His vicious and cunning traps were laid in the two altars, guarded by many minions, so why, knowing that we would destroy His last altar, did He not take any action?"
His words were interrupted by another tremor in the ground. The vibrations came one after another, and they were completely different from the previous vibrations. Turka turned to look and sighed. A huge metal statue slowly and coldly stepped out of the shadows, the ground shaking with every step.
"You cursed crow's mouth!" the huntress yelled, "What is that?"
"A magical construct," the dervish replied, "a guardian, if that's what you meant. Congratulations, your wish has come true."
The Bretons looked embarrassed. Islaan roared and jumped towards the colossus. He swung his magic sword and slashed the leg of the big thing. The blade hit but slipped to the side.
The huntress gritted her teeth, rushed towards the statue with sliding steps, and slashed at it. The giant statue swung its great fist and struck the Redguard in the ribs, sending him flying across the room and landing on his hands and knees with a groan of pain, shaking his head.
The ascetic monk held the giant ax and stepped forward vigilantly. When he found an opportunity, he immediately stepped forward and slashed its metal skin. Sparks flew, but he could not make a single scratch.
The Colossus turned around, and a bright red light emerged from a huge cylinder where the arm should have been.
"careful!"
Turka stepped forward quickly and stood in front of the huntress and the ascetic. Before the colossus erupted into terrible and scorching flames, he recited a spell.
"Jmuurit!"
This spell erected a thick ice wall in front of him and the female hunter, and the flames erupted by the Colossus violently collided with the cold ice wall in the next second, and the rising The water vapor instantly obscured everyone's vision.
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