The one retrieved from The Void

He woke some time later, his body aching from the exertion, but his spirit exhilarated. The stone, now pulsing with an inner light, lay beside him. It was time to complete the final step. He had prepared a pendant designed to hold the stone. Now, the Abyssal Pendant was complete.

A relic of arcane craftsmanship, the pendant was more than an adornment; it was a conduit of raw, untamed power. The chain, seemingly ordinary at first glance, held a hidden complexity. Its links shifted between dark steel and ethereal mist, a testament to its otherworldly origin. At the pendant's heart lay the gemstone, a flawless obsidian teardrop that housed the captured spirit. Its surface was as black as the void, yet within, an emerald light pulsed with an otherworldly rhythm.

Surrounding the gemstone was a delicate yet intricate framework of darkened silver, etched with ancient symbols that seemed to writhe and dance. These runes held the spirit's power in check, a precarious balance between control and chaos. The pendant was not merely an artifact; it was a living entity, demanding respect and caution from its wearer.

The first mudra, involved extending the right hand with fingers tightly together, as if forming a sharp point, while the left hand was clenched into a fist at the chest. This gesture was designed to pierce and disrupt the spiritual manifestation of the target, launching a concentrated strike that could destabilize its essence and weaken its defenses.

The second mudra, involved shaping both hands into claws, held close together as if grasping an invisible sphere. This gesture channeled the spirit's energy, manifesting as spectral hands that could interact with the physical form of the objective, anchoring it to the spiritual plane.

The third mudra, called for fluid, chaotic movements of the fingers, mimicking the unpredictable nature of the spirit. This mudra allowed for manipulation of the target's physical form, forcing it to contort and writhe against its will. The Chaos Dance could only be performed after The Grasp had been effectively executed, ensuring the spirit's hold on the target.

The final mudra, was a binding gesture, with the right fist enclosed by the left palm. This was the culmination of the process, a definitive act of control that would bind the target to his will. Success in performing The Binding Seal required that each preceding mudra be successfully executed within five seconds, making the sequence a test of both skill and precision.

This had been the last spirit to be forged, three years ago, with the Alloy provided by Madeline, he had crafted a pair of chakrams. After infusing the Wolf spirit into them, they had become more than mere weapons; they were conduits of primal power, works of art and instruments of war.

The chakrams were unlike any forged by mortal hands. Their design was both elegant and lethal, a testament to the spirit they contained. Crafted from an otherworldly metal that seemed to shimmer with an inner light, the circular blades were razor-sharp, their edges etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly with a greenish-white glow. At the heart of each chakram lay a translucent orb, a tempestuous brew of swirling greens and whites. Within these orbs, the spectral form of a wolf emerged, its eyes burning with an eerie intelligence.

When thrown, the chakrams unleashed a symphony of destruction. They sliced through the air with a whisper of wind, their path marked by a trail of ethereal light. Upon impact, they erupted in a burst of elemental energy, capable of leveling structures or conjuring protective barriers. The chakrams were more than weapons; they were extensions of the wielder's will, capable of feats beyond mortal comprehension. Yet, for all their power, they were also a reminder of the delicate balance between creation and destruction, between life and the primal forces that shaped it.

They also possessed four unique abilities. The first allowed Vastian to maintain a psychic connection with the chakrams, enabling him to control their trajectory and speed through mental commands. This ability demanded intense concentration, as he had to mentally command each chakram individually.

The second ability granted Vastian a temporary enhancement of his physical attributes, mirroring the wolf spirit's natural prowess. However, this heightened state came with a risk of losing control, as the berserker rage of the spirit could be unleashed if his emotions became volatile.

The third ability allowed him to summon spectral wolves to aid him in combat. These ethereal creatures were extensions of his will, but their effectiveness depended on his ability to assert dominance.

The final ability was the most potent and dangerous. By casting both chakrams into the air, Vastian could create a dimensional portal, transporting himself and anyone caught within its radius to a mysterious realm. This ability required the presence of at least three spectral wolves to stabilize the portal and prevent it from collapsing.

The wolf spirit bound to the chakrams was no ordinary creature. It was a relic of a bygone age, a guardian spirit from a time when humanity lived in harmony with nature. Legends spoke of a tribe dwelling in the heart of an ancient forest, protected by a benevolent wolf spirit. This creature, a celestial wolf, was said to be born of moonlight and imbued with the power to shape-shift, appearing as a spectral guardian or a fierce warrior when threatened.

The tribe revered the wolf spirit, offering sacrifices and prayers in gratitude for its protection. In return, the spirit bestowed upon them wisdom, strength, and an unyielding spirit. Their bond was so profound that when the tribe was threatened with extinction, the wolf spirit sacrificed itself to save them, its essence dispersing into the world as a cosmic seed.

Vastian had glimpsed the harrowing memories of the wolf spirit's sacrifice, experiencing firsthand the agony, pain, and rage it must have endured as it was forgotten by those it had sacrificed to protect.

The second spirit, the serpent, had been forged into a bracelet, a masterpiece of dark, arcane craftsmanship. Designed to both contain and channel the formidable power of the serpent spirit, the bracelet was a fusion of elegance and menace. Crafted from a dark, almost obsidian wood, the bracelet's surface seemed to absorb light, creating an unsettling depth. Intricate, sinuous patterns, reminiscent of a serpent coiled around the wrist, were etched into the wood, their lines as dark and mysterious as the creature they represented.

At the bracelet's heart lay a deep, inky black orb, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. Within its depths, the shadowy form of a colossal serpent coiled and uncoiled, its emerald eyes gleaming with predatory intelligence. The serpent's scales, rendered in shimmering black, seemed to move and shift, creating a mesmerizing illusion of life.

Wearing the bracelet was a profound experience. It was not merely an adornment but a conduit to a primordial power. The wood was cool to the touch, yet it seemed to radiate a subtle warmth, as if the serpent's spirit was slowly seeping into the wearer. The weight of the bracelet was unexpected, as if it carried the burden of ancient knowledge.