☀️ Arselia and Akonia

It's a very strange place. Long abandoned, yet it describes a civilization that is not only infinitely distant from Calcite but also technologically on par with, or not far behind, Margel. The founder, however, didn't resemble the ancient warrior women they are usually depicted as, but rather someone dressed in the latest Rheian fashion. Is this an artifact from lost times, erased from the annals of history after a cultural collapse? Or is it the creation of someone like her from Kenshiro, cast into this world in ancient times? Alaria is unlikely to ever find the answer to this question. The techniques described on the walls, however, while superficially similar to the theory of meridians, had a number of differences. Similar elements were visible here and there, but they were arranged quite differently than in her native world. Despite all the differences, however, it was exactly what she was looking for – a way to rekindle the flame of her soul. Of course, the local style differed from her previous one, embodying a more destructive and primal nature of the flame than was even accepted in Thanaris. This flame was unable to heal the wounds of others, but it burned enemies to ashes. At the same time, there was a deeper understanding and connection with the destructive element than in Alaria's homeland. And as for the missing techniques that she once knew... perhaps over time she will be able to create better analogues of them? Perhaps even rise from the ashes, like a phoenix? Figuratively speaking, that's exactly what she was doing now! It's a bit of a pity that she is unlikely to be able to master other elements, but the Thanarian saw no other choice. At the same time, in this way, she would honor the memory of the founder of this school. No matter how her fate ends, she was clearly a warrior of extraordinary talent. And the love invested in the creation of this place was undeniable, thanks to which Alaria could now get out of the hole she was in.

— This is an amazing story about the city of Baldr, — noted Kenshiro. After losing his physical body, reading or retelling brought the samurai even more pleasure than before; he completely surrendered to another world that letters and words revealed. — It seems that everywhere people are somewhat similar, serving their masters, following the paths of warriors, merchants, or artisans, experiencing hardships, enduring the machinations of sorcerers. They live in similar worlds. One of them even has weapons* that are exactly like those used in my homeland, and we think that our blades are special. And despite all this, their destinies are so different. And their abilities. I won't have to fear old age, but will an immortal be able to learn that? Not to mention that we can hardly afford to be so distracted from our mission.

— According to what Thrakia (Revan) said, we have plenty of time before the tournament begins. So, it would be wise to prepare for it, as well as for other dangers on our side. Great warriors from all over Calcite, and perhaps even from beyond, will definitely gather there, which means Klin will need any help. And, to be honest, I would also like to learn the local techniques. We seem to have enough food, and we even have a way to quickly return to Barsina, — Alaria paused briefly, — although we need to discuss this with An. It is not a fact that she plans to stay here for a month. And, therefore, if our guide is confident in her ability to return to Barsina alone, we should share our supplies with her. Perhaps even, if Viktor agrees, pay her a fee. The Thanarian didn't say this out loud, but in her heart, she really hoped that An would decide to, and be able to, return to Barsina on her own. Magic is magic, but the path back provided by Marduk seemed more convenient and less risky to the girl than another journey through the sands