Chapter 633: Glowing Eyes (1/2)

Chapter 633 Glowing Eyes

Still have a few skills to go, Ilea thought and continued with her enhancements.

‘ding’ ‘Arcane Circulation [Enhanced] reaches 3rd lvl 1’

Passive: Arcane Circulation [Enhanced] – 3rd lvl 1:

A reduced health cost? Meaning I have to sacrifice only four thousand health into Archon Strike to get the full five thousand effect? Only for the health part… another incentive to use that aspect I suppose. But with the new bonus to Azarinth Awakening, I might want keep health usage to a minimum. I guess I only use it against enemies that can hurt me anyway.

‘ding’ ‘Authority of Ash and Ember [Enhanced] reaches 3rd lvl 1’

Passive: Authority of Ash and Ember [Enhanced] – 3rd lvl 1:

No change? Wait… the simple part is gone. So I guess I can give my ash a little more complex commands?

‘ding’ ‘Ashen Wings [Enhanced] reaches 3rd lvl 1’

‘Passive: Ashen Wings [Enhanced] – 3rd lvl 1

Kind of expected that one, she thought with a grin. I guess my ash noticed how much I liked the way Kyrian cut through that Bluetail.

“Done,” she sent.

“Some useful benefits I hope?” Meadow asked. “Do you believe you are ready to face your last nemesis?”

“You’re not my last nemesis, Meadow. Also no. I’m not delusional,” she answered. “But I have plenty of things to try out and a punching bag would help immensely to figure things out.”

“So you want to fight me in addition to your skill training?” the creature asked, a gust of wind flowing out as the mana in the air increased to a near visible level.

“Calm your leaves,” Ilea said and sat down, focusing on the space magic puzzle still floating within her dominion. “There are a few creatures here who I want to remind of my existence.”

“I understand. If you can, leave them alive,” the Meadow spoke.

“The Elemental and Trakorov for sure. The Griffin? Well I don’t want the experience right now anyway,” she said.

“How very considerate of you, to leave these peaceful creatures alive,” it spoke.

Ilea rolled her eyes. “Peaceful creatures that instantly attacked me when I first showed up. The Trakorov didn’t, alright, but I feel like that has more to do with my companion than anything else. Same with the Lightning Elemental. I just want to train a little.”

“You want to make yourself feel better, now that you can actually face them?” the Meadow asked.

“That too,” she said with a shrug. “Anything wrong with that?”

“It’s very human of you. Though I suppose finding monsters to train your skills against is an important goal,” Meadow spoke.

“It is. And even if it weren’t, I’d still do it,” she said.

“How very predictable,” the being said.

“I never claimed to be hard to figure out, ancient tree,” Ilea answered with a smile. Forty seven core points remaining. Don’t have enough for all my skills anyway… might as well try.

‘ding’ ‘One derivative General skill unlocked’

Available Derivative General skills:

[Spear of Ash]

Ah shit. I want all of them.Twelve points… fuck it.

‘ding’ ‘You have learned the General skill – Spear of Ash – lvl 1

Spear of Ash - lvl 1

Worth a measly three points.

‘ding’ ‘You have learned the General skill – Ashen Limbs – lvl 1

Ashen Limbs - lvl 1

‘ding’ ‘You have learned the General skill – Bulwark of Ash – lvl 1

Bulwark of Ash - lvl 1

‘ding’ ‘You have learned the General skill – Drill – lvl 1

Drill - lvl 1

Definitely worth it. I wonder what else I could unlock if I try things out. The copies I tried out are sure to become an option at some point. Or the focused eye beam.

“You’re distracted,” the Meadow spoke. “You won’t be able to level your skills if you’re not focused.”

“Sorry… I got a few general skills with core points,” she said. “You mentioned before that once I enhance all my Class skills, I should get a fourth tier option?”

“You’re far from even enhancing all your skills, Ilea. Let alone getting them to their maximum level again. Once you get there, the option should present itself. It did for me,” it spoke.

“What’s your fourth tier spell?” she asked.

The Meadow laughed. “Curious, as always. I will show you, once you manage to win.”

“Win what?” she asked.

“Do you have to ask?” the Meadow spoke.

A bout?

She pouted a little. “That’s not possible.”

“Then you better find a way to do the impossible,” it said.

“Wait… you have one for every school of magic… or am I wrong?” she asked.

The tree remained silent, with a smug air flowing through the area.

Ilea wondered how she knew the air was smug but she supposed her space awareness just wasn’t quite there yet to determine the exact reason.

“I’ll find out eventually,” she said with a grin

“Of course you will,” it spoke and lightly pat her head with an invisible force.

Ilea tried to see the spell formation instead of reacting in another way. The Meadow was right, she should focus on her training.

A few hours passed without meaningful progress, Ilea’s concentration lapsing as she fell on her back. “This sucks.”

“Dancing lessons at some point?” she sent to Claire.

A few seconds passed. “In three days. Sunrise. My office.”

Ilea grinned, already looking forward to something a little more grounded than literal space magic.

“You’re not quite as driven as I remember,” the Meadow spoke. “What’s wrong?”

Ilea looked at her hand, rolling in the black grass before she looked at the tree. “Last time it felt more urgent,” she said. “You don’t mind me being on the grass by the way?”

“Perhaps I could give you an ultimatum. You reach the end of the third tier or I destroy this world,” the Meadow said.

Ilea just rolled her eyes. “You’re not a good liar.”

“How would you know anything I said so far has been the truth?” it asked.

“A hunch,” she mused.

“Humans and their hunches. You place way too much trust in your instincts and feelings, disregarding crucial evidence. But I suppose I should be thankful. I wouldn’t be here otherwise,” the Meadow spoke. “And no, I do not mind. Here I do not need to restrain my form to a dedicated area within a temple or to hide myself from mana starved beasts.”

“We definitely do, you’re right. But I suppose it’s what makes us human. Or a part of it,” Ilea said. “Do you know Goliath by the way? Dark One smith living in Hallowfort. He came back after the Elves attacked me.”

“A curious creature that one, yes. One of few who have been able to communicate with me directly,” it spoke.

“You talk often?” Ilea asked, sitting up now.

“No. Goliath is not a talkative being, nor one that wishes to be disturbed. Features I can appreciate deeply. A stark contrast to you. Because you ask a lot of questions, and you constantly come to me for help and training,” it said.