He used one Tier-7, two Tier-6, and fifteen Tier-5 Oblivion Spirits alongside half of the Tier-7 resource—Celestial Astral Root to first resurrect Alfred.
The Spiritual Weaving Room trembled.
Sixteen Oblivion Spirits drifted forward at his will.
One was the echo of a thunder-horned leviathan whose roar once split a battlefield in two. Another carried the condensed stillness of a glacier-born tyrant, its presence cold and oppressive even in death. One shimred with molten veins beneath obsidian scales. Another flickered like broken mirrors, space folding faintly around its outline.
All of them had been apex predators in the previous gas.
Almond extended his hand.
Threads of pale gray light descended from above, piercing each Oblivion Spirit and drawing them into the central loom.
The two Tier-6 spirits resisted faintly, their forms expanding as if unwilling to dissolve.
The Tier-7 spirit pulsed like a star.
Almond did not suppress them.
Instead, he wove.
The Celestial Astral Root erged from its container within this inner domain, no longer bound by glass. Its fibers unfurled like a living constellation, each strand containing star-like motes that drifted in slow orbit.
He severed half of it.
The root did not bleed sap. It bled light.
That light entered the weaving threads.
The sixteen Oblivion Spirits were compressed, layered, interlocked.
Not crushed.
Refined.
The thunder leviathan’s core was shaped into a spinal frawork. The glacier tyrant’s essence beca structural stability. The molten beast’s heart was split and redistributed as ignition nodes. The spatial mirror entity’s fragnt was woven thinly along the outer layer, granting subtle distortions to anything approaching.
The Tier-7 spirit beca the central axis.
Almond’s consciousness guided every strand like a master tailor stitching a ceremonial uniform.
He was not creating a monster.
He was crafting a presence. A flaw
The Celestial Astral Root stabilized the entire frawork, forming sothing akin to a luminous skeleton of roots and starlight.
Then, he brought forth the first exotic egg.
The true spirit of Alfred.
For a mont, Almond paused.
The egg pulsed gently in his palm.
mories. Loyalty. Quiet competence. Unyielding composure.
He lowered it into the woven core.
The mont the egg touched the lattice of Oblivion Spirits, the entire hall went silent for a mont.
Then a deep, resonant chi rang throughout the Spiritual Weaving Room.
The woven mass ignited.
Light and shadow spiraled around each other, compressing inward before expanding violently.
A humanoid silhouette ford.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Straight-backed.
The glow dimd gradually.
Standing before Almond was a man slightly taller than himself, posture immaculate, hands folded behind his back.
His hair was silver-black, slicked neatly backward, a faint astral shimr running through the strands like hidden stars. His eyes were deep steel-gray, but within the irises, constellations drifted slowly.
He wore sothing between a knight’s ceremonial armor and a butler’s formal attire.
A long black coat ford the base, tailored perfectly to his fra, with subtle silver embroidery along the edges resembling interlocking blades and vines. Over it rested segnted pauldrons of dark tallic sheen, etched with faint starlight patterns. A high collar frad his neck, clasped by a sigil shaped like a fractured crown.
At his waist hung a slender, straight-bladed sword.
Its guard resembled branching roots.
Its blade shimred faintly with layered elental veins—blue lightning, pale frost, molten orange, and thin distortions of warped space running beneath its surface.
Behind him, a cloak ford, not of cloth, but of thin astral threads that moved slowly like drifting smoke.
He opened his eyes fully.
There was no confusion in them.
Only recognition.
He stepped forward and knelt on one knee.
"My Lord."
His voice was calm, refined, resonant.
Almond exhaled slowly and grinned.
"Welco back, Alfred."
A faint smile touched Alfred’s lips.
"It is my honor to return."
The Spiritual Weaving Room displayed new information.
[Oblivion Familiar Created]
[Na: Alfred]
[Title: Starwoven Abyssal Knight-Butler]
[Tier: 6|Peak]
[Stats]
— Pulse: 6000/6000
— Constitution: 600
— Arihanta: 600
— Will: 600
[Talent]
1. Enforce Drive.
— Generates Enforce Drive depending on damage received in any form. Enforce Drive can boost all stats from 10% to 500%. [0/5,000]
— If 5000 Enforce Drive is used at once, negates consumption of Pulse for 10 minutes.
[Abilities]
1. Astral Guard Dominion| Passive.
— All attacks can be absorbed to a certain extent with proper deflection. Deflected attacks are absorbed to generates layered defensive fields around the user, further bolstering the defense.
— Defensive barriers can refract elental and conceptual assaults.
2. Leviathan’s Verdict Blade | Active.
— Each strike carries layered elental and spatial distortions.
— Attacks ignore a portion of resistance and conceptual defenses.
3. Glacial Stillness Protocol | Active.
— Enforces localized suppression field that slows hostile action speed.
4. Magma Vein Overdrive | Active.
— Temporarily increases offensive output at cost of raw will. (Excess use may result in temporary loss of consciousness).
5. Mirrorstep Etiquette | Active.
— Spatial displacent steps that allows for instant teleport, spatial swap, and spatial phantoms resembling the user to confuse the enemy.
"Great." Almond blinked. "The talent is crazy."
All talents were supposed to be crazy according to Rombe, and furthermore, talents could grow and evolve.
However, one could only awaken their first talent after breaking through to Tier-6.
"Sylvia? Is she next?" Alfred saw another egg next to Almond.
"Yep." Almond smiled.
Alfred arrived next to Almond and stood quietly as Almond began the process of resurrecting Sylvia in her new form.
He turned toward the remaining Oblivion Spirits.
These ones were different from Alfred’s selection.
Where Alfred’s core spirits had been apex predators, tyrants, and battlefield rulers, these were entities of growth, regeneration, and overwhelming natural dominance.
One was the echo of a colossal Verdant Colossus whose body had been an entire moving forest, vines thick as towers coiling around its limbs. Another shimred like a crystalline stag ford from prismatic sap and stormlight pollen. A third carried the calm, ancient pulse of a Worldroot Serpent that had once slept beneath continents, stabilizing tectonic flows.
There were predators among them too.
But they were patient predators.
Hunters that waited centuries.
Almond extended his hand again.
Sixteen Oblivion Spirits drifted forward.
One Tier-7.
Two Tier-6.
Fifteen Tier-5.
The remaining half of the Celestial Astral Root floated upward, its fibers already partially severed, but still brimming with star-infused vitality.
The Spiritual Weaving Room humd more softly this ti.
Not sharp.
Not forceful.
Gentler.
Almond guided the threads downward.
The Tier-7 Oblivion Spirit this ti was the echo of a Sky-Bloom Sovereign, a massive floating entity that had controlled pollen storms capable of rewriting entire ecosystems.
It was one of the two bosses of the last A-rank ga.
He positioned it at the center.
The two Tier-6 spirits were layered around it—one being the Verdant Colossus, the other the Worldroot Serpent.
The Tier-5 spirits ford a surrounding lattice.
The Celestial Astral Root unfurled again, this ti weaving through the structure not as bone—
But as living vascular strands.
Light flowed like sap.
Instead of compressing the spirits into hardened fraworks, Almond allowed them to branch outward.
Vines of pale starlight spiraled through the weaving threads. Leaves of luminous green flickered into existence. Petal-like constructs ford and dissolved repeatedly as the structure sought its final shape.
He was not crafting armor.
He was cultivating a throne.
Alfred watched silently.
Almond lifted the second exotic egg.
Sylvia’s true spirit.
Unlike Alfred’s, her egg pulsed with softer hues.
Erald.
Soft gold.
A faint rose tint.
mories flowed through Almond’s mind briefly.
She was the quiet strength hidden behind warmth.
He lowered the egg into the living lattice.
The mont it touched the woven structure, the entire Spiritual Weaving Room filled with the sound of rustling leaves.
The woven spirits did not ignite violently this ti.
They blossod.
Roots extended outward in radiant patterns. Petals unfolded from condensed spirit-light. The Tier-7 core expanded like a blooming star, then condensed inward.
A figure ford.
Graceful.
Tall, though slightly shorter than Alfred.
Slender, but radiating imnse vitality.
When the light receded, Sylvia stood before them.
Her hair flowed in long waves of deep forest green with streaks of luminous gold, moving as if stirred by a constant, gentle breeze. Small blossoms occasionally flickered into existence along the strands before dissolving into motes of light.
Her eyes were a brilliant erald, but within their depths swirled faint constellations shaped like blooming trees.
She wore a gown-like battle attire ford from layered living leaves and refined crystalline bark, elegant rather than heavy. The fabric shimred faintly with embedded pollen-like particles of golden light.
Around her shoulders rested a mantle shaped like overlapping petals, each etched with faint sigils resembling growth rings of ancient trees.
Behind her, a faint spectral canopy extended outward—a translucent halo of branching limbs and floating seeds.
She opened her eyes.
Warmth radiated outward.
Not weak warmth.
Dominant warmth.
She stepped forward gracefully and lowered herself into a respectful curtsy.
"Master!"
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Almond.
"I missed you."
Her voice carried a soothing resonanc.
Almond smiled.
"Welco back, Sylvia."
She rose, eyes filled with joy and curiocity.
"You changed quite a bit, Master."
"More handso, right?" Almond chuckld."
Sylvia nodded vehently. "Super handso and strong."
Almond smiled and looked at her status.
[Na: Sylvia]
[Title: Verdant Sovereign of Blooming Dominion]
[Tier: 6|Peak]
[Stats]
— Pulse: 6000/6000
— Constitution: 600
— Arihanta: 600
— Will: 600
[Talent]
1. Eternal Bloom Engine
— Generates Bloom Essence continuously based on environntal energy and allied vitality within 1 kiloter of self. [0/10,001]
— Bloom Essence can amplify healing, summon constructs, or restore destroyed summons.
— When Bloom Essence exceeds 10,000, triggers Verdant Overgrowth, temporarily doubling all effects of abilities and talents.
[Abilities]
1. Wonder Bloom Garden | Active.
— Invoke wilderness resources and transform them into plant-based summons.
2. Verdant Throne Domain | Passive.
— Generates a supportive field that enhances allied recovery, regeneration, and stability.
— Allies within domain gain gradual resistance to elental and conceptual suppression.
3. Sky-Bloom Cataclysm | Active.
— Releases storm of radiant pollen infused with layered spirit properties.
— Damages and debuff enemies while restoring allies simultaneously.
4. Worldroot Binding | Active
— Summons spectral roots from beneath the battlefield, binding and draining hostile targets.
— Drained energy converts into Bloom Essence.
5. Prismatic Stag Invocation | Active
— Summons astral stag constructs that can ram, shield, or carry allies through spatial drifts.
— Constructs regenerate using Bloom Essence.
"We are ready for the S-rank ga now." Almond grinned. "Once we gather more resources. We’ll resurrect the rest of the gang."
Alfred’s steel-gray eyes glead with restrained anticipation, while Sylvia’s erald gaze shimred with quiet excitent, both unmistakably thrilled to stand and fight alongside Almond once more.
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