It was totally unlike last ti.
In the past, he’d ford his tri-cores after witnessing the birth of the ivory sand desert dinsion, which had led to him discovering the fabrics.
It had been the result of a deep and desperate enlightennt.
But here, there was no enlightennt.
He was simply being handed what was due.
Over the last couple of days, Uriel had made leaps and bounds in his comprehension of Runic Laws, Spiritual Laws, Wills, and Spirits.
His training with Samael had laid that foundation, his fight with Miquella had perfected it, and regaining his true core—and thus understanding the purpose of the cores—had sparked it.
He already had all the ingredients.
[You have comprehended part of Runic Law Origin!]
[You have comprehended part of Spiritual Law Origin!]
[You have comprehended part of Will-Borne Path Origin!]
In his solar plexus, Uriel had four cores now: a central and primary one, his True Core, born of his Will and ’Formless’ moniker—a core of pure ivory sheen.
Then, he had three cores born of his comprehension of the world: the chaos, order, and erudite cores—large marbled spheres of silver swirled with rose-violet, each leaning toward a different hue.
One core was more silver than rose-violet, another more rose-violet than silver, and the last a perfect balance of the two.
The three cores were encased by Uriel’s star rings and spun harmoniously around his True Core, fueling him with power.
WHOOSH! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound was violent and chaotic. Harsh winds tore around Uriel’s body as void flas consud him, shards of space ripping into him while the rain carried his dark blood away.
But the process was incredibly peaceful.
POP! POP! POP!
Uriel blinked, and around his True Core, three new large cores settled into existence—marbled spheres of crimson-gold and erald. Just like his first three, they ca in three hues.
One core leaned more erald than crimson-gold, another more crimson-gold than erald, and the last remained perfectly balanced between the two.
The six outer cores harmonized, as if only now forming a complete and perfect configuration. Uriel didn’t even need to Will it—his rings and stars appeared over the new cores on their own.
All seven of his ridiculously large cores bore star rings.
The harmony between them set off a chain reaction across his entire existence.
WHOOOSH!
Uriel’s soul, which had remained as nothing more than a faint and fragile wisp, exploded into a massive fla of pure ivory—no longer tainted by its forr crimson streaks.
It grew so vast it seed larger than a star, his moons surging from his depths to flood his soul with energy.
Uriel watched intently as his soul was reborn, observing how it reforged his Mind Palace, his Heart Realm, and even a third layer he had yet to comprehend.
His mind, once hazy and driven purely by Will, finally gained substance. For the first ti in what felt like ages, he could breathe again—spiritually.
His soul continued to expand without limit, and yet his body did not remain idle.
[{?} Evolution has started!]
The Runic and Primordial Energetic Fabrics of the surrounding space—stretching across hundreds upon hundreds of kiloters—folded inward toward Uriel, dragging with them space itself, laws, and void flas.
The remnants of his mage tool, his mage set, and his old dragon weapon were pulled into the maelstrom, rging into the chaotic swirl that condensed into a massive cocoon of silver steel, standing at the center of the still-burning dark flas.
Even his Traveller’s Garb shattered along the way, seamlessly fusing into the cocoon, becoming part of the lting convergence of forces.
"..."
Among all his doubts and questions, Uriel had often wondered why his past self had allowed Thoryl to infiltrate his existence so deeply.
For the trapped talent, he understood—it had led to him repairing his spark and regaining contact with Ophanis.
But why the Scholar Set? Why the Mage Tools? Why the Pills? And beyond that, why had he allowed Enoch to hand him that glaive; sothing that, by all evidence, had been part of a larger sche to push him toward using the fla?
Why?
Part of him had assud that perhaps his past self simply didn’t care, or that Enoch had betrayed him.
But it seed he had been wrong.
Very, very wrong.
All of these items carried very specific enchantnts, ones he had almost forgotten. Enchantnts that had made little sense at the ti, but now revealed entirely new aning.
For the Broken Fang of Hate, it was—
—
>Enchantnt: rciful End {Diamond}
~>Details: Dragons were born to die, as were angels ushered across the heavens only to inevitably fall, as were demons to endlessly sin.
• With their wings torn, scales ripped, and veins ruptured, their limbless bodies will fall to the earth, blood splattering to form a sea within which they will be entombed.
• Only then, only when the dragons have fallen to their most rciful end, will the truth awaken.
• Only then will the first hiss echo.
• > [?]
—
For the Flawless Scholar’s Set, it had been—
—
>Enchantnt: nding Might
~>Details: The scholar’s set repairs itself over ti and is bound to the mage’s core. As long as the core remains intact, the set will eventually reerge.
•The set also grows alongside the mage’s core, with a slim possibility of one day shattering the barriers of the Diamond Grade and surging beyond.
—
For his Mage Tool, the Eye of Ciel, it had been—
—
>Enchantnt: Cry of Maddone {?}
~>Details: A cry constantly echoing within the mind—soothing, regal—ant to calm the mind and plunge one into a constant state of cold, divine focus.
• Massively reduces spiritual agony and soul damage dealt.
—
And even more shockingly, for his Traveller’s Garb—an item he had received from his system as a reward for his Evolution Quest—it carried this—
—
>Enchantnt: Stubborn Desire {Jade}
~>Details: The Garb is a ship that has lost its glory, ti having torn every piece of its divinity, forcing the traveller to nd it with the mundane.
•Its soul remains divine, yet its flesh is now mortal. But it can rise once more.
• The Garb has the potential to evolve.
—
Had Thoryl been manipulating and trapping him this entire ti, or had his past self been using the Guide as a proxy to turn Uriel into a true behemoth? It was hard to say.
But at this mont, none of it mattered.
With every piece of the puzzle assembled, with Uriel’s seven cores finally ford, and his soul freed from corruption, a shocking evolution began.
An evolution that would go on to tip the scales.
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