"What the..." Boss muttered, shaking his head. "That was...interesting..." he sighed as he sat up. "And informative. Very informative...I'm gonna need an anvil it seems, if I wanna get this project underway."Then, finally, something happened.
Boss found himself not sensing, but seeing something as the spark left in Bardic turned out to be a memory.
Boss was no longer in Wolf, but instead inside a cavern of some sort, massive on an epic scale. All about him moved forms and shapes and creatures he'd never seen before, or even heard of before.
However, he does recognize a few of the shapes. Standing by a roaring pit of fire and lava, with a massive anvil the size of a car near by, was Khal'ud. He stood unusually tall in the memory, the Gan's red eyes seeming to spark and shimmer in teh intense heat.
Standing near by was Rana, the Bringer of Ill-Tidings. Further behind her were other shapes and forms, other Dreadnaughts, but all were fuzzy to the memory.
Boss watches as Khal'ud steps up to a large body laying on the ground (one Boss recognizes as Bardic's gigantic form, still uncomplete) and steps passed it to a metallic alter near the anvil. There, he cuts part of his hand and drips greyish blood onto the things, watching as it hisses as it touches the metal. Boss watcehs as Khal'ud begins chanting, swirls mists of leyline energy rippling out of him and into the alter. From the air, ether energy also began to form, swirling and mixing with the leyline power. More than that, fire, water, air, and earth also came at Khal'ud's summoning and blended into the power he had gathered.
When he was done, he walked over to the anvil, the pwoer wrapped tightly in one hand, and placed it there. Khal'ud took up a mightly hammer and struck the power, while his words, which Boss hadn't understood before, began to make sense to Boss's subconscious. Not words, but meanings. Truths.
Once Khal'ud had molded the power into a sphere, he weant and grabbed several pieces of ancient teach and touched them to the form, wherein they were absorbed. All the while, Khal'ud kept speaking the words and truths, older than time itself. They beat on Boss's ears liek drums, but also made him wonder and understand.
He watched as Khal'ud made a rough humanoid shape out of his pwoer, and then fed the sphere of power into it. Much to Boss's surprise, teh pwoer surged and wrapped around the humanoid form, filling out and birthing the naked form of Bardic. The ancient tech, perfectly implanted as he'd seen when they fought, shown in the lava light, deadly in form and intent.
And then Khal'ud made etheric and leylanic connections between the newly birthed Bardic and the giant form laying on the ground, fusing the two together so Bardic could control it from within.
The memory fades as Khal'ud lays Bardic upon the giant body and watcehs as he's absorbed into it, the massive form awakening and leaving a deafening roar as Boss wakes back up on Wolf.