The cycle of improvement

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa sends out a bit of magic to test how it reacts.

Plain old Magic Missile, Alter Reality.

[Anastasia]

The missiles strike it and do no good - nor does Gathgorian's blade, unable to even budge the lines.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa considers for a moment, then approaches it, makes a small cut on her forearm, and drips some blood onto the veins.

[Anastasia]

Go ahead and choose how much by taking a willing amount of HP damage. Tell me how much.

[Iron Dragoon]

Uh, I have.. 703, let's go with... 100?

[Anastasia]

You spill your blood on the veins. Slowly they begin to part, the way to the seed revealed.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow and reaches to claim it.

[Anastasia]

You'll need to walk in a ways to do that. Nothing's stopping you now, though.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa walks forward to grab it.

[Anastasia]

The two of you head within. As you do the seed grows no closer. Each step takes you forward and yet the seed is still ever so far away.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa sighs and closes her eyes, "Really, Guardian? More of the your efforts are futile doctrine?"

Alyssa focuses for a moment, calling on her wanderlust, travel domain, and her senses to find the path to the seed.

[Anastasia]

At the same time Gathgorian grunts and brings his blade down. Tornado winds howl out, space torn and shifted. Yet nothing happens at all.

Gathgorian lowers his blade, striding forward nonetheless. "If it takes an eternity to endure and succeed, that is what I will do."

[Iron Dragoon]

"I doubt Shar will wait that long. Let me see if I can figure it out..."

Anything on my efforts? Can I study what's going on to figure it out?

[Anastasia]

As far as you can tell, space simply isn't moving forward. By all rights impossible, but something's changed the rules directly. It should yield to your power, but it seems the Guardian has changed it otherwise.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa furrows her brow and casts a spell.

Space Compression.

Reach through and grab it.