Trees of rit
[Ace - Legendary] - Tier 2: Talented Candidate: Choose one of your Talents from the list and evolve it.
List: Aether Citizen, Prosse, Chira, Spectral Familiarity, Hoplite Warpath. ACQUIRED
5 Unused rit Points.
[Chira - Silver] - Your body and mind can cope better with the simultaneous presence of opposing elents. Your biological system will adapt to many changes.
The addition of mind was a minor change in the description, but Priam could feel its impact almost imdiately.
[Draconic vivacity: You have multiple (two) streams of thought, each powered by 77% of your vivacity. Base: 72% 5% from Chira]
This was the kind of upgrade that could turn terrifying over ti. While Priam was talking with his ntor, one of his parallel thoughts could analyze the situation from a different angle, solve a problem, or even practice manipulating ambient aether to boost his proficiency. A five percent increase in his effective speed of thought was more than welco.
He was eager to begin his tempering and return to the Moon to finish upgrading [Chira], but Kazuki's Tribulations would start in a few hours. In the anti, Priam had decided to use his second reward. At least this one didn't have any prerequisites.
Focused on his Pyro Concept, he was sweating as the flas of a campfire licked the back of his hand. In the center of his palm, a ruby quivered. It was a drop of fossilized blood gifted by the System to purify his phoenix bloodline. The draconic one had been set aside since he only needed to devour his enemies’ hearts to stimulate it.
His ntor had revealed that the two most direct ways to purify his phoenix bloodline were to be reborn through Nirvana or absorb the Legacy Blood of a phoenix. The drop simring in his palm fell into the latter category.
"Ow!"
Priam glanced over at Jasmine, who had just stuck her hand into the fire.
“I wanted to see if it was actually hot,” she explained. “You’ve had your hand in there for a while, and it still doesn't sll like cooked at.”
Priam smirked but didn’t bother responding. Between his constitution and his Fire Champion physique, he no longer feared ordinary flas. His friends sotis forgot just how resilient he was.
Heated by mundane fire, the blood droplet finally liquefied and seeped into his skin. It coursed through his veins, mixing with his own blood. A double beat from his two hearts sent the mythical substance pulsing through his body. A second beat tore a scream of pain from him: his blood was boiling!
Priam’s senses overloaded, and a wave of dizziness sent him toppling into the campfire. His head fell among the burning coals, but instead of pulling away, he sank into them. The heat embraced him, the crackling whispered in his ears, and the scent of ash filled his nostrils. Then, out of nowhere, two figures appeared, etched on an ember. The soul of the Fire Champion and the blood drop of the phoenix that stimulated his bloodline resonated together to recreate a scene.
“Consuming the ashes of our ancestors like a common cannibal... And I thought you had found a revolutionary way to stimulate our bloodline. What a fool I am. You’ve fallen low, Kelt—”
A branch snapped, drowning out the cursed na.
“What was the alternative? Marry my own descendants to prevent our bloodline from diluting further? Our clan is dying, and you know it.”
“That’s for Mother to decide,” retorted the visitor.
“Being an Immortal does not make her decisions any fairer!”
The Prince’s shout ignited a shower of sparks. Laughter answered him.
“Perhaps, but she has the power to enforce them.”
“If you would help …” The anger had left the voice, replaced by a desperate plea.
“Help you?” A pause. “Even if I wanted to, these ashes are so charged with soul shards that they would poison any phoenix. I’m shocked you’re still alive.”
“I found a way.” A loud crack obscured the Prince’s whispered words as the fire collapsed inward. In the chaos, Priam caught only a single word.
“Depths.”
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