Chapter 52 - 52: Making new life is like playing with clay

A familiar feeling began to gather in my gut as I first focused on gathering aether into my body from my belt. I'm not sure how other maji gathered and perceived the aether, but the way I saw it was like using a well. The aether, to me, was like a big underground reservoir of water. I knew it was there, but I couldn't drink or use it directly. Instead I had to use it piecemeal via a bucket, or in this case my staff. In essence, I couldn't just endlessly pump aether into the incomplete being the whole time, but instead gather all that I could and let it out in one big burst.

Once I felt that the aether building up in my core was enough, I immediately started willing it into my arms and out of my palms. My hands began to glow with a pale white light as I willed the aether into the being. I could both feel and see my aether leaving my body and entering theirs. Starting from the palms, threads of dark green energy began to crawl up the being's arms. The threads of energy soon began to spread throughout the being's tri-colored energy body, looking like cracks in a frozen lake.

As the aether flowed from me into these bodily cracks, I noticed that the being in front of me started to change little by little. The featureless "hands" that were pressed against mine started to shrink and grow in various parts of it, forming a vague hand-like shape. The fingers and palms then began to develop more details, looking more delicate at the tips but more robust closer to the palm. The various types of aether inside of the hand also began to separate themselves into more obvious gatherings, giving the hand a more patterned look instead of the jumble of colors from earlier. Eventually, the silhouette of an armored hand were now in contact with mine, with the green and light blue forming the main hand while the orange energy formed the armored bits, but it didn't stop there.

The beings' arms and shoulders became slimmer as pauldrons and bracers formed upon them, again following the pattern from before with the hands. The torso came next, becoming noticably more human looking. On a side note, the torso that formed look somewhat similar to my own, granted the armor formed up before I could check for certain.

I was expecting a pair of armored legs to form up next, instead the beings' legs turned into a swirling mass and formed a pair of faulds. I suppose the original monsters making up this new being still had some influence on how it... they (?) wanted to look.

A pair of horns soon sprouted from the beings' forehead accompanied by a mane of hair sprouting from the top. I could feel that by now the creature was almost complete, that it just needed one last thing to be born. The only problem is that I can't figure out what it needs to become "complete".

[It needs a name], I heard Voxea whisper in my head.

[A name]?

[Every majimonster has a name. It what keeps their existences anchored to reality. Granted this applied to the old ways of dragon creation, but this seems very similar to that so just roll with it], she explained.

[Alright a name...I can't think of anything].

[Really]?

[I'm trying to pump aether into an incomplete majimonster in an effort to create new life and ease the pain and fear of two forcibly fused creatures! Cut me some slack Voxea].

At that thought, the creature's form wavered ever so slightly. I could also that my aether reserves were running out, I needed to come up with a name and fast.