In the beginning, all half-bloods traced their ancestry to ancient beasts capable of evolving into human forms. Over tens of thousands of years, 12 primary species were officially recognized by the Magus Universe as the half-bloods. These included the Dragon, Bird, Turtle, Lion, Serpent, Wolf, Bat, Goat, Boar, Monkey, Horse, and Rat. Each of these species encompassed millions of genetic variations, creating a vast and diverse population of half-bloods, each carrying the traits and characteristics of their ancestors.
However, those who did not belong to one of these 12 main species were classified as hybrids. Hybrids typically had fewer human genes or lacked a strong connection to the ancient bloodlines. These were creatures that had only recently begun evolving into human forms. Their limited recognition stemd from their less significant ties to the ancient creatures that founded the half-blood lineage.
Among these hybrids, the insectoid race stood out. Having only begun to evolve and integrate into human society within the last 5,000 years, they were still considered new to the world of the half-bloods. For centuries, they struggled for recognition and acceptance, and it wasn't until the past few decades that they started making significant strides in earning their place among the elite ranks of the 12 half-bloods. Their resilience and numbers helped push their cause forward, but they still faced significant resistance.
On the other hand, the Fishman race had a much older lineage than the insectoids. However, despite their ancient origins, the majority of Fishn preferred to live deep beneath the seas, far removed from the bustling centers of society. They thrived in the underwater kingdoms, content in their own isolated habitats, and often chose to stay among other sea-dwelling hybrids rather than integrate fully with the surface-dwellers. This self-imposed isolation ant they played a quieter role in the half-blood community, often forgotten by the more dominant land-dwelling races.
The Shambala Kingdom was one of the few aquatic realms that maintained a strong relationship with the Magus Alliance, to the point where they allowed the prestigious Magus Academy to be built on their planet. This connection spoke of the kingdom's significant influence and its openness to the larger Magus universe.
With this knowledge, Ery followed Grand Magus Neytiri through the majestic hall to et the Fishman Supre—Lord Quatukan, the Infinity Sea Sovereign. The grand hall was a spectacle in itself, vast and resplendent, with walls shimring like the ocean's surface under moonlight. As Ery entered, his gaze was drawn to the throne at the far end. It was made entirely of intricate shells and pearls, exuding a regal aura. Seated upon it was Lord Quatukan, a supre being whose presence imdiately commanded respect.
The sovereign had light blue skin that glead like polished stone, smooth and glistening like a shark's hide. His ears were fins, giving him an almost regal aquatic appearance, while his sharp, stark white hair contrasted against his skin. Despite his striking features, the Supre didn't exude the overwhelming intimidation one might expect. However, when Ery looked into his piercing blue eyes, he glimpsed a depth of pure, unbridled energy—sothing far beyond his current comprehension.
With a simple gesture, Lord Quatukan beckoned Ery forward.
Ery and Klea stepped closer to the throne, offering a respectful gesture.
"So, you are the one they speak of… Ery, the Savage Magus."
The Supre's voice was calm, but each word carried weight, reverberating in Ery's mind.
Ery felt a brief surge of tension but quickly steeled his resolve. "Yes, Lord Supre, I am."
Seizing the mont, Ery expressed his deep gratitude for the Myriad Spring Lotus Fruit. Though it had been awarded by the Academy, Ery had heard that the entire Myriad Spring itself was owned by the Supre being before him.
The Supre listened, his expression calm, before casually waving a hand as if brushing aside the formality. "I only did what was requested of …" His tone was dismissive, clearly uninterested in diving further into the matter. Instead, he shifted the conversation, inquiring about the insectoid race, and then led the conversation to Ery's newly produced half-blood serum.
Without any hesitation, Lord Quatukan demanded a batch of the serum be delivered to him, his words blunt and direct.
It was clear that the Supre Fishman had little regard for human etiquette or the delicate pleasantries that often accompanied such requests. He simply said what he wanted, expecting it to be done.
Ery was taken slightly aback and found himself montarily at a loss for words. His supply of the half-blood serum was limited, and what was currently in production had been designated for others. Sensing Ery's hesitation, Klea swiftly intervened, her voice as graceful and poised as ever. "Yes, Lord Supre, we will ensure a batch is sent to you as soon as possible," Her quick response was more than just covering for Ery—it was a ssage. Klea was reminding him of the importance of making a good impression, regardless of the cost. Ery nodded slightly in agreent, understanding Klea's intentions.
The Supre's eyes shifted toward Klea, and he appeared pleased. However, his next action was unexpected—he released his domain, an overwhelming force that swept over Ery and Klea like a tidal wave.
In an instant, Ery felt the imnse energy penetrate his body, seeping into his very core. The energy coursed through his veins, swirling into his spirit core.
What startled Ery the most was the way the Supre's energy managed to enter his Magus domain. It moved through the lush green forests, past the tranquil spring lake, and toward the dark mountains. The Devouring beast stirred at the intrusion, its presence flaring up as if ready to unleash chaos. But just as swiftly, the pulse of energy turns to soothe and calm the beast.
Klea, too, stood in silent awe, experiencing the sa level of probing. Yet, neither of them moved nor spoke. Under normal circumstances, such an action would have been considered an outright attack—a hostile invasion of one's soul. But both Ery and Klea were well aware that the being before them, a Supre Magus, was beyond reproach. After a while, the Supre wave of energy finally withdrew from their cores, leaving both Ery and Klea breathless yet unhard. The Supre leaned back, a faint smile playing on his lips. Without further discussion, the he revealed his true intention.
"I have decided to offer both of you so guidance."
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