The female warrior responded with a vague riposte, chiding the Nation-Spirit for his ignorance regarding the true nature of her idiotic handiwork. The remark only strengthened Volksgeist's suspicions further, the deep-seated caution within his mind piquing as he sought to discern what she had truly meant by her words. If it were not to protect her, then the converse would be to guard those around her-- and if she lacked the control to properly contain herself without the need of supplementary technology, it was all the more weakness for the Eldest to exploit.
"I misunderstand nothing. The end result is the same-- protecting yourself, protecting others, you will always be alone in your pursuits."
At Krakatau, the Society had fought with a lack of honor. Driven by a need to break his spirit, they had employed every tactic available to their smearing, mortal hands, honorable or dishonorable. Volksgeist intended to repay each cowardly act, each shameless attack in full. Insulting Recurrent's worth, degrading her sense of self was but the beginning of his untimely retribution-- and for all she had said to him, about using Valkyrie as a martyr for his cause, this verbal assault was practically a mercy.
Teja Docesznic stood tall against his threats, the axe brimming with energy she could never fully utilize. It was the very same reason Orlando Kent was helpless against the usurping of his own electrical form at the summit of the island; the lightning which emanated from the Olden Axe was divine. Beyond human comprehension, is essence might have been able to be swayed by the woman's penchant for electrical subjugation, but never fully tamed. And that would be her undoing, would it not? He understood that weapon; she did not. Even now, she used a name that was never intended for its form. The Tesla Coil.
Poetic, how she would bring up the likes of Alton.
"Do you remember what I said to you, upon the Empyrean? Chevron and Akhilleus were the first to fall, and you were to be next."
His steps drew closer, but his pace was slow, methodical. Like a predator closing in upon the kill, his boots kissed the ground with only the barest hint of shockwaves, the sands vibrating with untold promises and unkempt anger that resided within his construct. His head tilted to the side-- partly in mocking, partly in analyzation.
"Do you remember what happened, at Krakatau? Perhaps your injuries press you to forget, perhaps the trauma begs you never to recall-- but deep down, you do remember, don't you? The spiraling blackness. The futility. My prophecy was correct, Teja Docesznic. You fell first. What makes you think I will not remain true to my word, now, after you have incurred the wrath of a god?"
Again, the pause in his breath was achingly short, the words unstoppable in their erupting tide.
"I do not hold an iota of remorse for Michael Carter's death, Teja Docesznic. Any sympathy that remained with my mind was cast out. By you. My only regret is not doing the same to each... and every... one of you. I regret not tearing that coward's body in twain and displaying his battered corpse to you. You could have escaped this, all of you, had it not been for your fatal action that night. The swing of that axe upon my Solveig has sealed your destiny. Mark my words. You will die from your own incompetency, and the hubris of Invictus."
A grunt, a scoff was directed at the woman next.
"Do you think I have any respect for that dead man? Killing him was doing this reality a favor. He was weak, and in his attempt to show bravado, he was struck down. He asked me if I felt fear, under the leeching presence of his shield, and do you know what I told him?"
He stopped, now, just mere paces away from Recurrent. Volksgeist towered over her, gaze downcast.
"I told him of my fight with a member of my kin. Verfaulen. He slew my wife in cold blood, and fled like a coward, stealing her weapon in the wake of all else he had taken from me. I described to him how I had killed that bastard god and left his body, dead, in the frozen snow. The revelation of my mortality only came to me long after the high of the battle had faded."
Stahlzahn was raised, poised to rend any obstacle placed within its path. His voice was seething with malice, misanthropy.
"He had committed the same unholy act as you. The killing of Solveig. Only he was successful. Think about what this means for you, Teja Docesznic. Ponder what fate awaits you."
The holy sword was moved to his right hand, now, his left arm stretching out with the palm opened as if to accept tribute.
"Return Erujaorn, or I will undo your existence."