The Sutra, upon his shoulders, is inert: cool, tough paper, the tibetan scrawled upon it jet black and unfading.
Its power is unmistakable, a dangerous, intense force, but it's completely controlled-- for now.
"The gods," and Sanzo speaks very softly and precisely, "Took the Sutra that created the world, and split it into five pieces. These, they placed in the hands of my brethren. We were created to be the protectors of the Sutras, but also to protect the world from them." He's repeating mostly what Amberdrake knows, but also to reinforce his assurances-- and his authority regarding it.
"Our gods are crazy, but not so crazy to leave them unsealed for anyone to use. They didn't need to lock them underground. As long as it rests on my shoulders, it won't be used like that. That's the understanding -- usually -- between a Sanzo and his successor."
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The Sutra, upon his shoulders, is inert: cool, tough paper, the tibetan scrawled upon it jet black and unfading.
Its power is unmistakable, a dangerous, intense force, but it's completely controlled-- for now.
"The gods," and Sanzo speaks very softly and precisely, "Took the Sutra that created the world, and split it into five pieces. These, they placed in the hands of my brethren. We were created to be the protectors of the Sutras, but also to protect the world from them." He's repeating mostly what Amberdrake knows, but also to reinforce his assurances-- and his authority regarding it.
"Our gods are crazy, but not so crazy to leave them unsealed for anyone to use. They didn't need to lock them underground. As long as it rests on my shoulders, it won't be used like that. That's the understanding -- usually -- between a Sanzo and his successor."