Chapter 133 - Shadow Life Creation (1/2)

”Madam Foel, you look stunning in that outfit.”

”And you're the same as ever.” Foel chuckled. ”Have you met with your new contractor yet?”

”Indeed I did, Lord Ouroboros is now on the sect ground. In any case.” Damascus took out numerous black exotic boxes. ”I've come with the promised cuisine.”

Galukh opened one of the case lid and presented the foggy warm and colorful dish of many cooked otherworldly crustacean meat in extravagant arrangements.

”Rainbow Karatkapu!?” Tuli exclaimed, drooling. ”I'm jealous, only the noble hierarchy could eat that.”

”My friend, we're not in Dis, there is no rule here.” Damascus shrugged.

”... Your sudden change of personality is eerie, Lady Damascus.”

”Money changes people, Tuli.” Foel grinned after looking at the grand cuisine. ”Kekeke, I'll prepare the picnic rug. Let's go to the open glade of the flower field.”

”We won't wait for Lord Ouroboros?” Damascus raised her eyebrow.

”I was left behind on the latest picnic event, I need to get that revenge somehow.”

Meanwhile, the Ouroboros was crouching on the sect's field. She experimented with a couple of more substances that weren't supposed to exist in the mortal plane, or to be exact, creating new kinds of substances or energy.

Using the Nerull's Bane Pill influence as a base, MF used the benefits of One For All Bestower to ingrain the ink aura into a heavily condensed energy. It became a strange black liquid that created a vapor slowly rising into the air. The amount of liquid didn't diminish at all.

MF glanced at the white tile of the sect's ground. The transparent and crystal-like coating of the floor above the monochrome white enticed her to imagine a swimming fish living in that cramped space of tempered glass.

She then glanced at the new condensed ink substance and decided to play with it.

”A painting that had a life will definitely attract the faith of those who saw this.”

The concept of living tattoo and painting weren't foreign in this vast and magical world—aside from the dread and crisis of close extinction from every angle whatsoever. MF met with those kinds of art in the time where she hustled from place to place, meeting variants of people and learning many skills to earn an even secluded knowledge.

She then dropped the condensed Nerull's Bane Energy and painted fish at the size of her wrist. MF then tried to do a finger movement verse, extracted from the martial movement that represents a fish to collect its symbols pill essence.

”A life in two dimensional space. Fufufu, I wonder how it will turn out.”

MF injected 300 bits of 'life' divinity. The vibrant energy managed to grasp the concept of fish and the shape of the condensed ink space, it then absorbed the conceptual value of it and began to use that information as a reference before integrating the image into the space it was in.

The painting loosened and shifted to move as if the fish had just dropped into a pond. The energy then began to construct a soul and eventually anchoring it into the two dimensional fish.

It flapped and began to swim in circle motion.