[Iskandar raises an eyebrow at the sight of the steaming cup with the heap of whipped cream on top. For Heaven's sake he's tired not dying. Still he has to appreciate the effort. And good memory. Clean air for sure helps and the sound of the sea always calms him. The last question though. The answer is both extremely simple and extremely complicated. Not something you can just cut with a sword. Sadly. He watches the sea for some time. The tireless, relentless procession of waves washing against the sandy beach. He ponders on how best to formulate an answer. ]
They are connected to my legend so in a way are a manifestation of my divinity. Or at least a part of it. Yet they are not flesh and bone in a way any living creature is and as such are directly dependent on my power. That means that whenever summoned they are are a strain on it. My power, life force, whatever one is to call it. Which is not endless.
[He pauses. They should have had this conversation long time ago.]
For all I know I am not all powerful. Nor am I all knowing. [He smiles.] Which actually is good. For that would be extremely boring. From the moment I was summoned here I am aware there are things I can do, among them some I couldn't do before like teleporting around. Still as well there are those I can't do. Yet those limits, as it very often is, are not set in stone. As the number of my followers grow so does my power.
[His gaze ventures back to the sea. As he is divine now and not a Heroic Spirit he wondered will he be able to summon his army again? If the need arises? They are all Heroic Spirits, each with a legend of his own. And the Throne of Heroes is no more ... or so it seems. Yet as his power grows he started to feel it again. Faintly at first but stronger and stronger each day. To sense this presence that never left him. His greatest treasure. His people. There will be a day, of that he's certain now. A day will come, when in an hour of need, he will call and they would answer.]
Let me just promise you one thing. One day I will show you something a lot more spectacular than the chariot.
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The answer is both extremely simple and extremely complicated. Not something you can just cut with a sword. Sadly.
He watches the sea for some time. The tireless, relentless procession of waves washing against the sandy beach. He ponders on how best to formulate an answer. ]
They are connected to my legend so in a way are a manifestation of my divinity. Or at least a part of it. Yet they are not flesh and bone in a way any living creature is and as such are directly dependent on my power. That means that whenever summoned they are are a strain on it. My power, life force, whatever one is to call it. Which is not endless.
[He pauses. They should have had this conversation long time ago.]
For all I know I am not all powerful. Nor am I all knowing. [He smiles.] Which actually is good. For that would be extremely boring.
From the moment I was summoned here I am aware there are things I can do, among them some I couldn't do before like teleporting around. Still as well there are those I can't do. Yet those limits, as it very often is, are not set in stone. As the number of my followers grow so does my power.
[His gaze ventures back to the sea. As he is divine now and not a Heroic Spirit he wondered will he be able to summon his army again? If the need arises? They are all Heroic Spirits, each with a legend of his own. And the Throne of Heroes is no more ... or so it seems.
Yet as his power grows he started to feel it again. Faintly at first but stronger and stronger each day. To sense this presence that never left him. His greatest treasure. His people. There will be a day, of that he's certain now. A day will come, when in an hour of need, he will call and they would answer.]
Let me just promise you one thing. One day I will show you something a lot more spectacular than the chariot.