"Ah... finally, finally... I've finally f**king done it!!!"
Mohg stared at the tall figure standing before him—an exact, indistinguishable replica of himself—and couldn't help but let out a shout of pure excitement.
The Avatar technique the Mother of Truth had bestowed upon him had been absolute torture. To construct a body using his own blood while simultaneously infusing it with spiritual energy was an agonizingly slow process. He had to ensure his will wouldn't suffer any "glitches" when assuming control of the vessel.
It had taken a massive toll on him. He had noticeably thinned out over this period, primarily because he had lost an absurd amount of blood... and a significant portion of that was thanks to Morgott's "contributions."
Even Morgott had started to look a little apologetic whenever he saw Mohg lately.
"Phew... stay calm, stay calm. Let's see what this doppelgänger can actually do..."
Mohg slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the body standing before him.
"Hmm... no resistance, no lag. What a fascinating sensation..."
Mohg, now controlling the Avatar, clenched his fists. He walked up to his original body. Sensing the overlapping fields of vision from both perspectives caused a sudden, sharp wave of dizziness to wash over him.
He closed his eyes and waited for the nausea to pass. Realizing the problem, Mohg purposefully averted the Avatar's gaze from his main body. Only then did he begin to gauge the strength of this new form.
This body had cost him a staggering amount of effort, but the results were gratifying. It possessed roughly seventy percent of his original combat power.
The main drawback was that this Avatar could not utilize the Crucible blessings inherent to his true body, and it could only manifest a portion of the Aspects of the Crucible incantations. However, Blood incantations could be performed almost perfectly. While they lacked the raw potency of his main body's strikes, the versatility was still there. He also noted that his "trump cards"—the unique techniques he had developed himself—were unavailable to the Avatar.
Mohg suspected this was because the body wasn't entirely a physical entity. It was something caught in between—a hybrid of spirit and matter. The massive infusion of spiritual energy allowed it to house a portion of his soul, while also granting it the ability to dissipate into a spirit-like state for concealment, only to reappear when needed.
While dissipated, it couldn't move or act; it simply remained anchored to the spot. The benefit, however, was that it consumed nothing—no energy, no food, no maintenance.
Overall, despite its limitations, the Avatar was more than sufficient for Mohg's purposes. Best of all, it would grow in power alongside his main body.
"I wonder how the Avatar Morgott develops later in the original timeline works..."
Mohg stroked his chin before returning his consciousness to his main body. Before putting the Avatar to use, he would need to train his ability to multitask. Two bodies, one mind, one soul.
When using the Avatar, he was essentially splitting his consciousness into primary and secondary streams. If his proficiency wasn't high enough, there was a high risk that the "secondary" body would end up looking like a total idiot.
Clumsy would be a very generous way to put it.
The good news was that there weren't many people the Avatar would need to interact with—or rather, only Morgott.
Wait... that was actually a problem. Given the current state of the sewers, Morgott would likely never leave the area. Unless... unless Mohg could find a way to trick him into going outside.
Mohg pulled his gaze away from the Avatar, letting it dissolve into its spirit state. He would save it for the right opportunity. For now, he needed to get back to Morgott. Apparently, his brother had made significant progress on the sealing barrier.
"You're back."
Morgott stood before a wall of shimmering gold, woven from countless intricate patterns. He turned his head to look at Mohg.
These golden lines were the result of Morgott's labor—layer upon layer of sealing barriers he had been constructing and stacking for weeks. The constant creation and inscription of these seals had pushed Morgott's mastery over the Golden Order to a new height, vastly refining his precision in controlling energy.
The price, however, was that his physical growth had slowed down again. For those blessed by the Crucible, a lack of combat and physical strain hindered their natural development. Consequently, Morgott's appearance lacked a certain wild, primal edge.
Mohg, on the other hand, looked utterly feral. His black hair was a tangled mess, his horns were jagged and unruly, and—had he not been using the power of the Crucible to mask it—his eyes would have been a piercing, blood-red hue.
"So, what's this progress you mentioned?" Mohg asked curiously, tossing the carcass of a "Shrimp bro" (Giant Crayfish) into a corner.
"I've found a way to integrate all these individual seals," Morgott explained. "I've also figured out how to link the barrier to the Erdtree, and to both you and me. But... there's still one problem."
Morgott didn't elaborate. He simply stared at Mohg in silence.
"...Fine, fine. I get it. Here."
Mohg waved a hand at him in annoyance. Morgott offered a small, rare smile, waiting for Mohg to produce the necessary lifeblood.
A single drop of golden blood fell from Mohg's fingertip. Morgott caught it and stepped directly in front of the barrier.
He began a low, rhythmic chant, slowly raising his hands. On each palm rested a drop of golden blood—one from each brother.
Soon, the power of the Golden Order surged from Morgott's body in a golden tide. In an instant, the dim, lightless subterranean chamber was flooded with a blinding, radiant glow.
"What incredible power..." Mohg muttered, watching the eruption of energy from his brother. His eyes narrowed.
With the seal nearing completion and his Avatar ready, there was only one thing left to do: wait for the moment to leave. Mohg had a feeling that time was approaching fast.
As Morgott activated the seal, the capital city of Leyndell high above felt the tremor. Within the royal palace, the sensation was particularly sharp for Godwyn the Golden.
As the crown prince of the Golden Lineage, an heir recognized by both the Two Fingers and Marika, Godwyn felt the shift through his connection to the Fingers. They immediately alerted him to the anomaly in the sewers.
"A golden seal... and of a sophistication I've never seen before. Could it be...?"
Godwyn lowered his head, contemplating for a moment. He already had a candidate in mind for who could perform such a feat.
Two silhouettes surfaced in his memory.
"My brothers... it has been so many years. I wonder how you are faring down there..."
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