To fully understand this, I feel that I must explain a basic tenant of magics, This universe exists on a comparable exchange system, for every change no matter how small there must be an equal exchange at some level, when you wildly fling your sword around like the great simpletons that you are you expend energy, which in turn makes you tired. I'm sure even the "Greatest fighter academy graduate" could understand that concept if you took enough time and broke down some of the bigger words. Easy concept. Anyway, Magic in this universe works on the same equal exchange, when you see a wizard cast a spell, he is simply moving energy from one source to another. Fireballs? Power from a star. Telekinesis? Small amount of energy taken from the rotaion of the planet. All magic has this at the very core, It isn't the fault of any wizard that this looks so complex to the untrained and idiotic minds of this era. Kragspire is in every way shape and form the equal exchange of Eula's college. It is like the rediculous goliath Hardum-sau, that stupid circle thats half black and half white. whenever there is any rise of a glorious beacon like Eula, there will be the dregs of a spire like Kragrock.
This being said, it becomes terrifying when you take the practices that differed in the creation of the two councils. The Eula school is a democratic system, in which after a life time of meditation, and working towards the betterment of wizarding kind, a wizard, or mage, will willingly give up his immortality and create a crystalline statue of himself, imbuing his essence into this crystal, and joining the ranks of great wizards so that they may continue to shape the future of wizardry in consensus for eons to come. Whereas Kragrock is a completely different structure, at any given point in a Spire wizard's career he will make some incredibly dangerous enemies, and his rise to power will attract even more, the most nefarious of enemies generally strike without their victim even knowing their true face. If a wizard in kragrock is killed within the city, and his personal level of magic power and influence is above a class seven mage (which is frankly a moderate to low level in my opinion, myself Being a double purple alpha class mage) his essence is sucked forcibly into the black rock energy crystals that are everywhere in the city. These energy crystals all feed into the bowels of Kragrock, where the majority of the Black Council is housed. While the essence of the spire wizards have more ability to move around the city complex, and the council has crystal audience chambers set up in key places, the arena, the interrogation rooms, receiving rooms of state, than the Eula wizards who are in the Crystal chambers on the top of the Eula school, the process to suck in an unwilling spire wizard merges them imperfectly with the other essence. This warps them, turning them darker than they ever were in life, trying to communicate with the Black council on a good day is like having a psychic screaming match with a psychotic schizophrenic who's multiple personalities are all psychotic schizophrenics and all of their multiple personalities are psychotic schizophrenic and so on and so on. Whereas the Crystal Council keeps their essence, and personalities separate in impenetrable layers of un-scratchable crystal.
It makes sense that the warped minds of the Black Council would create the warped version of the Sing-sword defenders. I warn you of these defenders, because short of any earth shattering event, and i mean earth shattering literally, the earth must literally be turned into universal dust to kill them off, you will have to deal with them future people. The are called the Rerisen. Another ridiculous and stupid name, that makes complete sense in the context that everyone in Kragrock spire is one hundred percent crazy pants. Only a true and evil crazy pants would think of the rerisen. I had nightmares for centuries after seeing the "science" behind one. Kragrock has no shortage of fanatics willing to die in the name of the city, of these people some are chosen to be a secret society of skilled assassins, trained in psionics, magics, and plain old stabbing. This society has a 100% death rate, and yet people still dive right into it, throwing their lives away for a dark and broken city. These idiots who manage to get themselves killed doing something particurally impressive or helpful for the black council are brought back to life as undead (hence the risen part) warriors, Black Council drones. They are resurrected with a particular black stone gem called a Reshanticra, it is basically thrust through the recently deceased heart, causing the energy to restart the heart for a time.
The intention of the Reshanticra is twofold, first it supplies the city with a completely expendable black ops task force, and second the stone itself is absorbing the personality and mind of the host body it is driven into. Given enough time, and successful missions, the stone will create a magical back up of the host mind, and when the risen body collapses or blows apart or whatever the stone and essence is still intact, and it will return to the Black Council's holding rooms through inscribed transportation runes. This stone can then be thrust into any new corpse or victim, and the original host takes over, rising once again, Re-rising. This supplies the Black Council with an unstoppable and basically immortal army of deadly freaks with no fear of death or love of life.
This is why they are so terrifying, and unstoppable. I have only ever had to face them once, and let me tell you, those stones can get through any barrier. Its how I lost my beloved Amberlyne, and I have dedicated decades trying to find ways to get her back, or how to destroy a stone, with no results. I may as well call myself Kevice the ever failing.
Pray to whatever gods you believe in you never face one of these abominations... If you do face one, your prayers have failed, I recomend immediately making deals with whatever devils happen to be listening, it may help. I doubt it, but you never know.
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