Hermione has made her choice. There's nothing more to be said on the matter. It would only patronize her, anyway.
The air shifts almost instantaneously from the second Dorian turns. Casual armor and weaponry disappear, replaced by gilded plate, and Hermione will sense at least one thing far better than Dorian ever could: the entire area fills with raw magic, ancient and awe-inspiring and beyond comparison. This is the truest presence of Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.
Gilgamesh takes Dorian's sealed hand and summons his power thus:
"I call upon the sacred bond between Master and Servant. Invoked upon the Seals, I delve within. I erase all errant thought. I become every breath and every waking moment. Beginning, middle, and end. Surru. Qabassu. Qatu."
A great weight descends upon Dorian's mind with those words. The world seems to vanish; everything descends upon one fine point, that point being Gilgamesh, that blots out all else. Presence of the present. One overwhelming figure to guide him down the proper path.
"Open the gate."
(Undo the lock.)
"Banish all darkness, all despair, all shadow and woe."
(Begone.)
"Gaze into the depths. I am the master, the very center of myself. Believe ardently in this prayer; believe in my boundless will, my endless might."
(Awaken.)
And at the very end, as warmth flows into Dorian and cradles him in an effervescent embrace, Gilgamesh leans in to brush their lips together, and offers his final instruction through word and through thought alike. "I believe in your strength. Step back when you are ready. Cast the spell and may all be in awe before you."
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The air shifts almost instantaneously from the second Dorian turns. Casual armor and weaponry disappear, replaced by gilded plate, and Hermione will sense at least one thing far better than Dorian ever could: the entire area fills with raw magic, ancient and awe-inspiring and beyond comparison. This is the truest presence of Gilgamesh, King of Heroes.
Gilgamesh takes Dorian's sealed hand and summons his power thus:
"I call upon the sacred bond between Master and Servant. Invoked upon the Seals, I delve within. I erase all errant thought. I become every breath and every waking moment. Beginning, middle, and end. Surru. Qabassu. Qatu."
A great weight descends upon Dorian's mind with those words. The world seems to vanish; everything descends upon one fine point, that point being Gilgamesh, that blots out all else. Presence of the present. One overwhelming figure to guide him down the proper path.
"Open the gate."
(Undo the lock.)
"Banish all darkness, all despair, all shadow and woe."
(Begone.)
"Gaze into the depths. I am the master, the very center of myself. Believe ardently in this prayer; believe in my boundless will, my endless might."
(Awaken.)
And at the very end, as warmth flows into Dorian and cradles him in an effervescent embrace, Gilgamesh leans in to brush their lips together, and offers his final instruction through word and through thought alike. "I believe in your strength. Step back when you are ready. Cast the spell and may all be in awe before you."