Isaik regarded Jericha, it had been so long since she could stand his presence enough to actually, it was finally something more refreshing to deal with than panicked shrieking…
Isaik crossed his arms as she made her demands about his tome, to him she hardly understood what it was… “I will make myself clear, that tome is of great importance to me due to its nature, but as other things it is merely a tool… The tome does not rule over me, I am it’s master…” Isaik explained, as Zalak the tome was his creation, his masterpiece, his personal spellbook, still he ruled it if he willed the tome had no connections to a object it would oblige.
Isaik knew she was clever but at this point it was more paranoia… “How connected is a sword to the anvil it was crafted upon? Is it the anvils or the blacksmiths? When the blacksmith designs a sword for a knight, who does it belong to?” Isaik said, it seemed cryptic but it should truly reveal how it was in relation to him. The ring was forged by him, but it was Salkeen’s, the only connection was the fact that Isaik and Salkeen shares a connection at all.
Isaik listened to her irrational fear of the tome again… “I will do my best to oblige you…” Isaik hissed it was a hard choice to do with his soul bound to the tome… Isaik could’ve easily told her about how it was his phylactery, but such knowledge was best known by little…
Isaik merely stayed silent listening to all her information she was willing to share…
Isaik further listened to her speak, she was connected to all the rifts, to be a master portal… Isaik had thought of using such a way to bring a void lord into reality, however he found much more efficient ways… The only thing Isaik was truly planning for was creating a power source strong enough to sustain a void lord in this reality and the ability to destroy it anyway…
Isaik continued to listen to her explain why this amount of void magic was nearly impossible for her to control. The being Zalak had learned mastery over the void over eons… He was well past Jericha’s level before the fall of Argus, his extensive life conquering worlds made him into the god-like being he was today… Yet it was not enough to prevent his own death… Isaik watched Jericha, she meant much to Lord Salkeen, he knew without her the demon lord might go mad, it was not a thing he wished to deal with…
Isaik tilted his head, “He is lucky to have someone so devoted and loyal…” The dark creature hissed, it was merely a observation made into a statement to further hopefully calm her emotions…
Isaik was not sure he agreed… “Your death to summon the void lords is not wasteful?” Isaik asked, at least with his goals should he succeed he would have the power of omnipresence, reality would be his to command, anyone who had died in service to fulfill his victory would be rewarded with life once more. “Your grandfather has a flawed view of victory… In order to ensure my own I must guarantee his failure…” Isaik hissed…
Isaik gave a sly grin under his hood, such a thing was perfectly acceptable assuming Lord Salkeen followed Isaik til the end of time as well… The dark creature recognized the unfortunate creation of distance between the two by Jericha… Even if it was not intentional…
Isaik observed Jericha closely, she truly did desire to know why he did what he did… “That tome is a infinity of spells and knowledge, almost every piece is tailored to a user of the void… It should come as no surprise I wished to enhance your power with my experience… You follow Salkeen and therefore you are apart of this organization…” Isaik explained hopefully she would understand that she still belonged to Lord Salkeen, but even if she didn’t see Isaik as a commander, he still would supply all his minions with power…
Isaik tilted his head at her question of the spell from the tome. “Sometimes a spell is just a spell, the tome just happened to be where is was written. Would you have hated the same spell if it was etched on a stone tablet? The spell used was my attempt to clear you both of that plague from Reavrix… As I had not been to your tower before I would have never had knowledge of its ability to do the same…” Isaik explained, his intentions to keep what was his strong were not I’ll will towards Jericha.
“As for my insistence on its use? Would you stop feeding a young elfling the necessary nutrients for its survival? This tome is my masterpiece, though I don’t require its use, it has been built up for eons to do its job efficiently and quickly… Woth all the power placed within it, it is wasteful to not try to use it… As for your fleeing, If you never stopped to learn more of what you fear I can’t stop you from fearing it. You flee from power and the things that make you stronger towards your own doom. I can lead a Stormwind horse to a oasis in the desert, but if it refuses to drink and nearly die I can only try to lead it there again…” Isaik hissed, he had said much to her this time and still the ring was offered, the Master turned to see what Lord Salkeen would do…