Akuro glared at Inari. "Even the heartless feel rage, girl." He said coldly.
"If you say so." She said. "So how will you train us?"
Akuro looked skyward as he thought of a good way for them to train in their power. The strength of one's aura increases as the aura stability increases, so, maybe if he..
"I want you to materialize your Aura Cloaks and focus on holding them as long as you can, and I also want you to try and increase its stability until it is solid." Akuro explained.
"How will that help us increase our strength?" Emma asked.
Akuro looked at her in surprise. "How do you even know what an Aura Cloak is?"
"The Origin Deity in me showed me his memories. That is how I know the things I do." Emma explained.
Akuro nodded. "I see.. well, to answer your question, the strength of your aura scales with your control of it. The more of a handle you have on your pressure, the more solid your aura will become, the more solid it is the more power it gives off. It is like opening up a cage inside you that holds your aura, whether or not you have the key depends on how much control you have."
Inari began to channel her aura as Akuro explained this, her pale Aura Cloak taking a wispy, ethereal form.
"Good." Akuro said. "But it is unstable. My aura tends to be unstable as well, but that is different, it's due to the sheer amount I have which is why it's chaotic. I'll show you."
Akuro raised his hand, black aura shifting around it and taking the shape of black scales and talons. They were completely solid, as if they were pure objects, not aura, but there were wisps of dark energy swirling around it chaotically.
Pressure exuded from his arm, an overwhelming wave of pure power that send a gust of wind through the air. Inari and Emma each took a step back, surprised and awe stricken by the power from such a small range of aura.
Akuro waved his hand, the air humming as his aura faded out with a sizzle and the air returned to normal.
"See the difference?" He spoke. "The amount of aura you have over an area doesn't matter so much as the density of your aura."
"So, it's like a web." Emma observed. "The more dispersed it is the easier it is to break, but the more dense it is the more it holds."
"Yes. The more dense your aura is the more power it will have and the more of an affect it will have in combat. If it is dispersed, no matter how much you have, it will always have the same affect against a powerful enemy."
"I see.." Emma said distantly, observing her own hand.
"Good. Glad you all understand. Now I'm leaving. I've got things to attend to. The real war will begin soon."
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"So this is the demon base, hm?" Spoke a figure floating high in the clouds, hidden behind a sheet of mist illuminated by the moon. "And the new king is a Deity who apparently has already killed five gods. Heh. This might be fun."
The figure wore a long, billowing silver and black cloak with a hood drawn over his head. He had luminescent silver eyes with silver flakes around them like scales while two horns grew from his forehead, one of them broken halfway.
The man raised his hand, moving his fingers about dramatically as silver sparks of aura materialized between his fingers and a light formed in his hand like a star.
"Time for this new king to fight a real god."
The man flung the aura down and it descended like a falling star towards the demon fort, breaking apart and spreading out like dust particles, sprinkling down on the fort. Slowly, the particles fell like snow before softly alighting on the ground and the fort and then bursting into immense explosions of silver light that lit up the sky.