Arthur created the aether core (the first layer) over his old broken white mana core. Arthur initially describes the reserve of his core as a bucket of water. And that same Arthur is more powerful than a mage with a white core, who are capable of creating a black hole—not to mention that aether is more efficient than mana.
Aether responds to intention; it is not manipulated through power reserves. Dragons do not have aether reserves—only Arthur possesses an aether core.
-> Quote : The mana particles in the atmosphere had all been colorless, unable to be used within the void of frozen time, but what did glow all around me were the motes of purple.
Lady Myre had told me that while I could sense aether due to my affinity for all four elements, I might never be able to consciously control them outside of borrowing the power of Static Void.
Still, I tried. As crazy as it sounded, I called out to the floating specks of aether to help me somehow. I shouted, I pleaded, I prayed within the frozen realm and just when I thought nothing would work, some of the particles began congregating around Dawn’s Ballad, coating its blade in a hue of purple.
-> Quote : "You're starving me out," she said, calm but forceful.
"The aether is barely reacting to me. You're holding it all in your sway. You and...whatever else is here, with us. The power trying to come through with Epheotus."
I understood. What little atmospheric aether had existed here had been absorbed and utilized in the first seconds of this event, before I'd even broken the outer layer of my core to expend its reserved aether. The only aether remaining was my own, channeled through the godrunes to act on the Relictombs and Epheotus. Of course, Myre was no more capable of accessing the aether lapping around the world's edges than I was.
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Aether arts are conceptualizations of the user, so Arthur perceives the Static Void aether art (time stopped) in the form of a wave.
-> Quote : “Our people were limited by our physical bodies. We struggled not with gaining insight, but rather in figuring out ways to allow our fragile bodies to handle the burden of aether. “I may be speculating, but I believe your new rune took on the appearance of lightning not because it is lightning, but because that was how you conceptualized the abstract nature of that specific branch of aether,” the crystal went on. “So the dragons of the Indrath Clan weren’t able to control aether like your people could, or like I am able to?” I asked. “They have the physique and aptitude to handle aether but not the knowledge and insights to conceptualize aether as their own, right?”
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-> Quote : “I’m not ready to give up yet,” I thought, trying to peel away a quadrant of my webbed thoughts toward the problem.
The web stretched and stretched until it was on the edge of tearing apart. King’s Gambit burned on my back and inside the gray matter of my brain, and the crown on my brow cast god rays down through my vision. Aether flooded through an entirely new network of sensory neurons, activated and empowered by the godrune.
But there were no free threads to take up the problem. I was at the edge of King’s Gambit’s abilities. I couldn’t stretch it any farther.
The aether. My insight into the godrune—or the aspect of aether that it represented—had already expanded significantly in these few moments.
Aether is…consciousness manifest as pure reality. The beginning and end of space, time, and life. The spark of thought contained within the semi-aware consciousness.
And so King’s Gambit is…what?
I saw not only the threads themselves, each its own unique and individual thought, but also the space between the threads. And in doing so,
I saw that, really, there were no branches, or threads, or even the spiderweb construct. These were just metaphors for the altered nature of my thoughts, as each idea was far more complex than a simple branch or thread. They were each their own aetheric consciousnesses, each a complex multi-dimensional structure in which to house the unfolding of simultaneous considerations.
It may not be explicitly stated that Static Void extends throughout the entire universe, but it is implied that the abilities of the aether do affect on a universal scale.
-> Quote : "How would you manipulate the world itself?" I pressed.
"It's become habit to say 'manipulate,' but in actuality, it is important to think of it instead as influencing aether. And you've already had a taste of this quite a few times, my dear. Windsom mentioned you being able to stop time for a brief moment." Myre set the cup
-> Quote : I opened my mouth to speak, but had no voice. I just need...a bit more time.
Sylvie nodded. Her eyes shut tight. And power and aether, in the form of her aevum arts, reached out across the face of the world, slowing time to a trickle.
An opposing force pushed back. Sylvie gasped as she lost her spell, which shattered, sending a
sickening shiver up my spine. "What?" she asked, breathless.
-> Quote : My memories of those last moments in the keystone were clouded by the nature of the experience. I had seen the future I spoke of, where I taught others to utilize aether as I did, and the pressure was slowly released as more and more aether was drawn back into our dimension, where it spread throughout first the world and then beyond, radiating into time and space.
-> Quote : Against the back of my closed eyelids, aether seeped like blood from the pores between worlds. Interposed over this image was another: golden threads stretching beyond the bounds of one world and into the next, through a rift, reaching far and wide as they spread from the nexus point that was a single man, a man whose hands were red with the blood of civilization after civilization. In the image, I cut the cords of Fate and watched an empire fall. In the image, I looked down at my own hands, and they were red like his.
The story shows that aether shapes reality: space, time, and existence. From how aether’s expansion is described, it’s understood that these abilities don’t just work on one planet, but can reach across the whole universe
or even beyond.