Chapter 8 - Who Is Foel? (1/2)

Layers of dust from 450 years ago tell a story, together with pride, laying on the cold ground.

Foel Mirage lived with two of her parents deep inside a ruin from those civilizations long lost after the fall. Her dad always brought her numerous books and newspapers, which were her only gate to the outside world at that time.

The 17 years old tanomobi rose near the ceiling with a chair, preaching her lonely speech of her childish incense.

”After tuning to my favorite enlightenment material of perusing the news publication,” said the vibrant Foel, with three play dolls in front of her. ”I saw the state of Citadels and villages where Calamity and evil stride through in galore! Not only by the xeno monstrosity, but even our own! Corporation! Inflation! Invasion! The precarious humbleness of non-existent zest from those so called defiant of fate, are too intangible to trust! I only have you three, o' warrior of justice, to follow my trail to bring peace upon this land!”

The three inanimate musketeers only replied with stares as Foel dramatically waited the winded up silent.

”Yes, yes, Sir Muffinton! You're absolutely right! We need to leave this humble abode for us to truly sharpen our minds and weapons to carry this indescribable justice upon our shoulders!” The tiny leader of uprightness left her chair-o-podium and began to flag her self-made wood stick and stride forward to the menacing—casual door.

”Remember to go home before night or else the Calamity will get you!” said her mother playfully, as she knits a sweater for her energetic daughter for the upcoming and unkind winter.

”My justice is strong enough to fend them off, mother!”

She was small and young, dreaming big despite her body size. An ideal Usurper of the new generation to come, if only lady luck is kind enough to smear the path that wasn't laid in front of her.

With her father's fund of working as an excavator, the family supported her decision to embark to her Citadel of dream.

The Kratos Citadel, strong as a continent, where many can find the grandeur through education and many valorant associations mingle and twine to create a strong civilization for thousands of years to come.

She took 6 years in Chapter One education where most of the elementary knowledge is taught, then 3 years for Second Chapter, another 3 years for Third Chapter class. Within those schools, she was known as the prodigy, many were waiting for her to raise a breakthrough on her cultivation as her money was untouched by the school fee due to her contagious scholarship.

After those 12 years, she applied for many packages on college, Calamity Arc, Magic Arc, Cultivation Arc, and all kinds of needed education for her to be ennobled as a high mage.

”There are too many corrupt Usurpers out there in need of guidance to preach what those titles truly are!”

”Miss Mirage, their matters and the association don't mingle with each other.”

”Does this world truly need to be dark and white?”

”The world isn't colored, for where it shouldn't because the painter isn't us.”

The scholar Foel slammed the door on her way out after talking with one of the professors in relationships with the Mendur Association, one of the groups who strive for good upon the world they aren't supposed to.

With her stern mind and stuttering heart, she goes back to the library, a place where she feels she belongs. ”People only see one's titles, they don't know the severe consequences of letting those fakers run amok on the street, defiling the future generation's way of thinking, planting the seeds of hate and grudge upon those who are pure with high potential of justice.”

She didn't want the title of high mage, no, she needed it to pursue her goal of influencing the masses and others, but being a high mage takes toll on her resources, as she found out her defective mana sea with numerous ripples of blackholes residing inside. She might be a prodigy in her education, but not in cultivation. It takes her 130 years alone to reach the Golden Orb stage after the Hollow Orb and Mana Condensation.

It wasn't actually a defect but more of a rare phenomenon where only 1 out of millions people have it. This type of mana sea crippled her energy gathering tremendously, requiring her to work hard ten times the effort of those who had normal mana sea.

”I've run out of mana crystal for this week, I wonder if I can make it with my current cultivation law.”

Huntsmen Of Darkness Law, one of the methods for enhancing one's self by preying the dark. Because of the blackholes within her depository realm, there were numerous dense shadows where she can use it to entrap the converted mana and consume it within a capsule-like storage of darkness, ensuring the safety of her energy so it wouldn't be absorbed by the blackhole. This method took tools on its wearer longevity due to the abnormal way to condense mana, but a Tanomobi is ageless so they can use this dangerous Law casually.