Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 732, Section 10: Resonance and Shaping - [The Harmony of All Things - The Process of Truth] has begun!

"The golden sphere that hung high like the sun was gone. It mysteriously disappeared after Diakum and Zovar fought with the guardians and servants of the Firstborn."

It was not destroyed!
I felt absolutely no aftershocks from the energy explosion, not even…

Medivh closed his eyes, sensing the strange rhythm that enveloped the land of Zaremotis, and shook his head, saying:

"The Underworld Forge is still there! It has simply been moved to a special space where it can even resonate with the other creations of Zaremotis and produce wondrous melodies. The 'harmony' here has not been disrupted."

It's amazing.

How exactly did the First Creators build such a unique space?

Everything here is 'one,' and the melody created by their combination and resonance attracts more life to join in.

"This is not a good thing!"

The dual-world traveler beside Medivh was somewhat restless.

However, the source of its unease was not the rhythmic chords of Zaremotis. In fact, as an energy being, it could feel these beautiful resonant chords more clearly. What truly made the dual-world traveler restless was its own brethren.

The cryptic scholars are now acting as if they're "possessed."

They would occasionally utter a phrase in "Yuanzun language" that was incomprehensible to ordinary people, yet they were completely unaware of it, only feeling very comfortable here, and even having the strange idea of ​​"never leaving".

Even the Twin Realms Traveler couldn't stop them.

These necromancers, as if drawn by a wondrous chord, continued to advance through the complex and peculiar terrain of Zaremotis. They constantly searched for damaged Firstborn equipment in every nook and cranny, and then, chanting incantations, reassembled it using mysterious methods.

Just now, the Dual Realm Walker witnessed his fellow spirit brokers assembling a "Heart-Bound Elemental Conch" using equipment and parts they had picked up from the Firstborn.

The thing had a wondrous metallic snail shell and a soft, energy-rich body sculpted from phosphorescent material, with two tentacles that shimmered with cosmic light—it was quite a sight.

The creature was very docile; it was created and immediately circled around the cheering spirit scholars.

Those who had become obsessed affectionately called it "Serenade," and they explained in unison to the Twin Realms Traveler that this was the name the adorable creature had in the database of the Firstborn.

They felt fine, but they couldn't comprehend the "horrifying shock" the Dual Realm Walker experienced when it saw seven brokers from different consortia, factions, and backgrounds, with vastly different personalities and origins, all speaking in the same tone and in unison, describing the miracles of the Firstborn.

Just like the classic illusion lesson, Truth.

A person who is asleep cannot understand when they fall asleep. Similarly, when you feel that you have the upper hand, you should consider whether you are already in the enemy's illusion.

"They're beyond saving!"

The Twin Realms Walker stood on a hexagonal rock, looking back with a pained expression at the group of Spirit Scholars who were constantly creating more Primals with their own hands.

He lowered his voice and said to Medivh:

"They have been 'corrupted' by the power of the Firstborn's cipher, their potential is insufficient, they have been completely assimilated by the resonance chords of the Firstborn, they are becoming part of Zaremotis, and they do not resist this fate."

Diakum and Zovar are both right!

Zaremotis must be destroyed; it is not a place where any life should approach.

I dare not imagine that once this place appears in the material world, with its terrifying 'chord of all things,' it could probably make all living beings in the material world willingly become a part of it in a very short time.

They will be summoned to become a note in this 'grand chorus'.
OMG!

I.
My own mind is also crumbling; I have at most six hours left!
At most six hours later, I too will be unable to resist this temptation. What about you?
How much longer can you hold on?

"Conservatively speaking, 48 hours."

Medivh felt the vibration in his heartstrings, then shook his head and said:
"I thought my cold mind as a lich would allow me to endure longer, but now it seems that the chorus of the firstborn makes no distinction between the living and the dead."

No, that's not accurate.

Perhaps in the eyes of those creators, there is no essential difference between the living and the dead.

They observe the world from a higher dimension, and we are being placed into their perspective at this moment.

The First Ones did not leave much here, but the mere fact that they existed here for so long, and the lingering echoes of the Creator, were enough to destroy and reshape all 'individual consciousness'.

really!

Above the true god, there is another 'god'.

"This is not the time to discuss these things. How can you be so calm!"

The dual-realm travelers are almost going crazy.

The impending loss of his "self" made the Void Master restless, but then Medivh reached out and tapped him on the head. The Astral Mage said:
"You too have witnessed 'truth,' and your first reaction to this power should not be fear but inquiry. You should learn more from Queen Azshara in this regard. While you, me, and they feel fear, the Queen only has the curiosity of a researcher."

He pointed to the bandages wrapped around the Twin Realms Walker's body and said:

"Isn't the formula recorded here the key you should use to help yourself now? To fight against the chorus of the Firstborn, consciousness alone is not enough!"
No one's consciousness is as vast as that of the First One, but if this is also a kind of knowledge, then once you understand and master it, you will no longer fear it but can instead try to manipulate it.

Like this.

Medivh stretched out his hand, like a conductor of a grand chorus, and gracefully lifted his fingers, then slashed them down roughly and fiercely as if smashing something.

In that instant, a piercing noise exploded beside him, spreading out like an invisible halo, instantly waking the spirit brokers who were immersed in chanting incantations to create primordial entities.

They were temporarily separated from the chorus of the newborn, most of them looking around blankly before returning to the chorus on their own, but a few artifact craftsmen seized this precious opportunity to reclaim themselves.

They clutched their heads and screamed as they fled frantically, staggering towards the entrance to Zaremotis.

They had realized the horror of this place, and between "preserving themselves" and "embracing the truth," they chose the former without hesitation.

Unfortunately, not everyone who "awakens from their dream" has the opportunity to escape back to the material world.

"It's a pity that their capacity is no longer sufficient to allow them to go any further, even though they have already reached the seat of truth."

The Astral Mage sighed regretfully.

The dual-realm traveler did not respond. It grasped at a straw, took off a strip of its "shroud of truth," wrapped it around its arm, and kept calculating the formulas recorded on the bandage in its mind.

They use this kind of "last-minute cramming" learning to resist the mental assimilation of the first birth chord.

"You two! Come here right now!"

Azshara's call echoed from a natural cave not far away.

She must have discovered something; her voice was full of anticipation and joy.

Medivh and the Twin Walker rushed over and saw the Queen circling a wondrous instrument that had just been assembled in the cave.

Her demonic sword hovered warily beside her, suspiciously sensing her surroundings, occasionally stabbing or slashing to the side as if she were fighting an invisible enemy.

Clearly, the Demon Sword Remonia was also dragged into the chorus of the Firstborn, but because of her soul connection with Queen Azshara, the Demon Sword possessed a certain degree of "psychic resistance".

On the other side, the Royal Household Officer, Winnie Narley, also performed admirably. She shook her head, occasionally slapping herself, and kept searching for usable items in the cave to give to the Queen to further refine the newly assembled instrument.

"This is a device for deciphering and compiling the Firstborn's cipher!"

Aisha, beaming, pointed to the device beside her and said:

“With this, we can materialize the invisible power of the cipher, but I need the two of you to help me.”

"How to help?"

The Twin-World Walker asked blankly. This is when the difference in intelligence among the three became apparent. While it was still asking its silly question, Medivh had already walked to the instrument, reaching out to stroke the four buttons and the entire row of complex Firstborn cipher symbols on them.

他 说:

"The cryptic system of the Firstborn is a marvelous four-syllable language system. There are no specific explanatory words; only different syllables represent different meanings. The 'Echo of All Things' that hangs over Zaremotis uses these four syllables and their variations."

So you mean that each of us controls a syllable to 'play' our own 'echo of all things,' right?

"So clever! No wonder you're the magic prince I admire!"

Queen Azshara nodded in satisfaction, but the "foolish" dual-world walker was still asking:

"But the three of us can only handle three types of syllables. What about the last one?"

"fool!"

The Queen looked at her "court ambassador" with some displeasure and said:

"The most distinctive feature of the Firstborn's cipher is 'resonance of all things.' As long as the three syllables reach a perfect chord, the fourth syllable will naturally resonate with us to complete the performance."

what's wrong with you?

You're not usually this stupid.

"I'm sorry, my stupidity disappointed you."

The dual-realm traveler muttered a helpless complaint.

It thought to itself that it was already among the most intelligent of the creatures in Karesh, but compared to you two prodigies, it was naturally relegated to the ranks of mortals.

But is it its fault?
Obviously not!

It can only be said that the Creator was truly unfair when creating humans.

“I’ll be responsible for the ‘beat language’ syllables that form the main body of the chord, and I’ll keep the beat!”
Medivh is responsible for the 'initial key' syllables; you begin each section. The Twin Walker is responsible for the simplest 'middle key' syllables; you simply need to follow Medivh's rhythm and continuously ascend or descend the scale!

Azshara moved her hands and said:

"According to my calculations, the three of us only need to complete three perfect performances, and when the fourth chord begins, the most mysterious 'shallow frequency' syllables will be resonated and played."

When the four syllables come together to play our own chord, the 'chord of all things' left by the First Creator will no longer affect us, and the higher-order sequence combination of the 'creation truth' of the First Creator's cipher will truly be revealed to us!
But if you play the wrong note

The Queen stroked her chin and said regretfully:
“Every time I play a melody wrong, my mind suffers a backlash from the ‘chords of all things.’ I estimate that after twelve mistakes, I might become a drooling idiot.”

Medivh can withstand seven mistakes, but you, my poor ambassador, can only endure three at most! And that includes one 'practice' session.

Perhaps we should wait until my court advisor, Diakum, arrives and have him replace you? Although he is not close to the truth, his potential is truly frighteningly high.

This will greatly improve the margin for error.

"But I can't wait that long!"

The dual-realm traveler said, somewhat frantically:
“Even though I keep studying these ‘formulas of truth,’ I don’t have as much time to stay true to myself as you two do. I really hate myself for wasting so much time on meaningless hatred and conspiracies. I’ve let time down and failed to use it properly to analyze the truth.”

Now, time has mercilessly punished me!

I failed to realize my potential and fully realize the growth that was meant for me, but I am not reconciled. I have already reached the seat of the 'Creative Truth'.
Let me try!
Do not!
Let's finish these three performances.

The Twin Realms Traveler shouted:

"Even if I end up as a drooling idiot, I'll accept it! This is my last chance! Let's finish the performance."

Medivh and Queen Azshara exchanged a glance.

To be honest, neither of them believed that three performances would be enough to perfect their own "chord of all things," since this was knowledge of the firstborn. But the Twin Realms Walker was willing to "sacrifice" himself to help them understand the secrets of the cipher more deeply, so why not?

Soon enough, the three of them stood in three different directions from the instrument.

Azshara took a deep breath, her fingers touching the metronome, and for a moment she seemed to be back in her palace in Zin-Azsari, playing her lyre in the glow of the Well of Eternity.

Those were the best times of my life.

Unfortunately, I can never go back.

“I suggest using ‘Lament of the Highborne’ as the base chord repertoire.”

Medivh produced a beautiful pendant, activated it, and an elven-style ballad echoed through the air. He said to Azshara:
"This is a song composed by a brilliant bard of Quel'Thalas while mourning the ruins of a palace on the coast of Azshara. It is a 'eulogy' written for you by your descendants."

I had planned to collect more of that bard's works, but unfortunately he ended his acting career after marrying the Ranger General of the Windrunner family.

That's a real shame.

Azshara gave Medivh a subtle look and said:
"Is this your unique style of flattery, my magic prince?"

"No, Your Majesty, I just think that this song written for you will make you pay more attention when you play it, and its upbeat rhythm is very suitable for what we are about to accomplish."

Medivh provided the perfect answer, and the Twin Walker memorized the rhythm of the song after listening to it twice.

So, as Azshara hummed the rhythm of the song and activated the rhythmic core of the Firstborn Cipher Compiler with her fingers, Medivh followed suit, and the Two Worlds Walker completed a perfect midtone chorus.

It may seem like it only has three buttons, but when you factor in the pitch changes, it's actually quite complicated to play.

On their first attempt, the three of them encountered noise a quarter of the way through their performance. Since all chords abhor noise, the terrifying mental impact was applied to their minds like a cut, causing the dual-world traveler to scream and nearly fall over.

But this time it wasn't that it played the wrong note; rather, Medivh chose the wrong key in the wrong place.

"Feel sorry."

Medivh, his fingers trembling, grimaced and said:

"Let's try again."

The second attempt was completed smoothly. Just as the fourth section began after the three melodies had ended, the uncontrolled shallow-frequency syllables resonated. The moment the four syllables appeared simultaneously was like a pebble thrown into a harmonious stream, instantly disrupting their performance.

The counterattack of the Harmony of All Things came again, and this time even Azshara was blasted away by the mental shock, spinning in the air before finally landing.

"Can not be done!"

The Starwalker huddled on the ground, clutching his head, which felt like it was about to explode.

It said in despair:
"Shallow frequency syllables can indeed resonate and echo, but they won't cooperate with us. At the beginning of the fourth section, we need to cooperate with it, but then it won't be a piece of music. It all depends on our improvisation. It's almost impossible to finish perfectly in one performance."

But this is the last chance I have.

"try again!"

Azshara squinted and said:
"You two don't need to worry about the resonance of the shallow frequency language. Just play along with my rhythmic language. I'll take care of matching the rhythm. Ha! I am the perfect queen! Whether it's fighting, leading, or music, I am perfect!"

You don't need to believe in yourselves, you just need to believe in me!

Again!
This time, we'll get it done.

Ps:

The four syllables of the Firstborn Cipher system:

(End of this chapter)