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More power! MOAR SHINIES!
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Heaven-Turning Calculations
The creaking of the ship was the only sound heard in Sesus Ulyssian's cabin, even his breathing slowed to near stop as he meditated, trying to wring up all reachable potential he had left before arriving at Luseng. The awakened part of the war-mind of Lord Strategos had been a good start, letting him restore one facet of his crippled mind closer to its previous heights. But at the same time, he felt that striving to regain the other parts that governed the more tactical areas of his thinking might not be the most optimal path.
True, he would need to lead his armies. But against the foes he faced, he wouldn't have time to truly forge them to a force that would be able to face the enemies preying upon the satrapy and its riches, at least not before the armies reached the seat of his power. For the time, he would need to rely on his own prowess to carry them to the victory. And to do that, he needed to awaken Ambition's lumbering power. Not an easy task even for him, more so with the requirement of doing it now, before his ship arrived to its destination.
Luckily, he had a way available to reach that goal. He could accelerate the slow flow of the process of connecting to an artifact to a racing lightning by forcing other parts of his mind to re-emerge. Peerless understanding about the workings of artifacts and how to pull out their hidden potential, supported by unmatched skill in mathematics, which spread out to be relevant in anything, starting from bureauacratic and economic theories and ending to the more relevant field of motonic sciences. All of this combined with his still returning memories from the First Age and academic excellence, the ability to momentarily bring out competence surpassing his current state, and he stood a good chance of bringing out large a portion of his old friend's true power.
His course settled, Ulyssian calmed his mind until it was a still pool, and started the excruciatingly difficult process of drawing out the sleeping power and memories directly from the brilliantly shining third piece of his soul.
Figuring out how to shut down a device of the Primordials, that would otherwise doom him and his fellow Exalts who had fallen to a trap of their enemy. Mastering and inventing divinely-inspired mathematical formulas to optimize the logistics of his army. The first time of drawing out the power of his blade, its materials, deeds in the past and closeness to him crystallizing as power and primal sentience reaching towards Heavens, then past them.
In an instant, a limited enlightment. Patterns previously unseen, unfolding before his eyes He could feel numbers lining up in his head, calculations of approximated statistics of Luseng's production and logistics flowing from one to another. The execution of mathematical parts of his other plans, that he previously had to even after his Exaltation to push himself to understand, now clicking together without nearly any effort from his part.
Even now, he could see more ways of how he could further optimize the Navy, sharpening the edge of its operations to something that Zao could wield against their enemies more effectively. With his mind refined one more step, and the use of Solar predictionism for one last time for other issues than his duties, which would soon swallow all of his attention, he could give his teacher a weapon that would make even Anys Syn hesitate.
But that was for the later. For now, while he still could, he would wrestle some of the pieces of his might in battle he had lost to death back from it. And he would need that power, for while he had escaped death one time, if not as complete, then with the potential to be again, he had currently no backup plan that would save him from the death of memories and self in Lethe.
He held his sword up before his eyes, looking deep into the pure gleaming wishmetal of the blade, and spoke to it. "The mirror of myself. Awaken, and we will bring the final victory against this too cruel world this time around."
And so, Ulyssian closed his eyes in concentration, and focused all of his being to Ambition. His Essence coursed through the Most High of Swords, his mind snapping together the connections between raising memories, cold calculations running together with instictive feelings, not competing but instead reinforcing each other.
A hazy memory of how holding his blade quickened the return of his Essence in battle, too incomplete by itself, was extrapolated from the few known facts gathered from glimpses into his past, with countless hypotheses blossoming out. Then came theories which were tested, discarded, until finally one of them simply worked, linking his blade and the again-young Solar in a self-strengthening loop, the Essence fed to his blade where it resonated with the pure orichalcum, returning as more than it had been before.
But it was still not enough. Effortless grace was drawn from deep within him, rallying to succeed in impossible and then race past it. Memories led to insights, and those insights led to awakening of power, which in turn led to different memories coming forth, the process repeating itself faster and faster. And finally, his flight towards the blazing zenith of his past life came to a halt, his spirit straining to go past its limits, but finding itself still too weak to go any further.
It would have to be enough, for now.
And so, Odyssial opened his eyes.