12-02-2016, 07:36 PM
What were the principles of dark magic? As he exited the gate from the Vasty Deep the Dark King had to ask himself that question. Given his power didn't work like it was supposed to, or had in the past he needed to rediscover those principles. Rage was one of the ones he knew worked here because it powered a lot of magic that he could use. Rage was powerful, but could turn him into a mindless brute and he couldn't allow that. There was a lot of work he needed to accomplish, and losing himself to his anger wasn't going to help anything. But what other options did he have? Pride was one potential option, because pride in his accomplishments could enhance his magic. Granted he couldn't allow himself to become arrogant as that was what led to his downfall before. Lust needn't even be considered.
Cruelty was one he couldn't use as there were too many heroic types if the Dataverse was to be believed. Jackhammers of irritation bashed around inside his skull as he trotted away from the Vasty Deep. While normally he was not the type to abandon home, he had to grow stronger. There was no shame in journeying to find yourself, journeying to discover the true form of power. Black energy crackled around his body as he journeyed without a goal in mind. Just what was power? What made up the magic of his home? Was it harmony? Was it darkness? Was it a mix of both? Was it chaos energy? If someone had asked Sombra that when he had been in Equestria, Sombra would have said darkness, but now? He wasn't entirely sure what true power was. Revan had displayed great courage, and a power of his own even without magic.
"Where do I head from here?"
Cruelty was one he couldn't use as there were too many heroic types if the Dataverse was to be believed. Jackhammers of irritation bashed around inside his skull as he trotted away from the Vasty Deep. While normally he was not the type to abandon home, he had to grow stronger. There was no shame in journeying to find yourself, journeying to discover the true form of power. Black energy crackled around his body as he journeyed without a goal in mind. Just what was power? What made up the magic of his home? Was it harmony? Was it darkness? Was it a mix of both? Was it chaos energy? If someone had asked Sombra that when he had been in Equestria, Sombra would have said darkness, but now? He wasn't entirely sure what true power was. Revan had displayed great courage, and a power of his own even without magic.
"Where do I head from here?"