Chapter 636: Forgery (1/2)
Chapter 636 Forgery
“Had enough?” Ilea asked.
The Fae nodded, floating up to sit on her shoulder, its ashen companion joining it a moment later.
“Did the creature awaken your human maternal instincts?” the Meadow asked.
“Who knows?” Ilea replied, dissolving her ashen copy. Just the ash Fae would be enough. Not like either managed to stop the creature from joining her after the battle. “How’s the Mirage doing?”
“Solving my puzzles, as usual,” the Meadow said. “I doubt your presence would further its awakening.”
“Is that an insult or a scholarly observation?” Ilea asked.
“You decide,” Meadow answered.
“The first then. What about the Enavurin? Still asleep?” she said.
“Yes. And I suspect it will be. For some time,” the Meadow said.
Ilea looked at the two Fae on her shoulder. “Well. I have an ancient magical being sitting on my shoulder playing with an ashen copy I made and imbued with my will. All the while I’m talking to a living Meadow that may as well be a god. Maybe try talking with it through dreams or something.”
“Of course. I try every so often, but I’m a novice still and my mind magic is very limited,” the Meadow said.
“That was supposed to be a joke,” she said.
“Dreaming is simply another state of the mind, one with a lot of potential. I have met awakened with the ability to control them, to an extent. My methodical approach is limited in conjunction with this type of mind magic, especially with a creature as versed in its use as the Enavurin, as you call it,” the Meadow explained.
“Twentieth layer?” she asked, not about to try and comprehend any musings the Endless Meadow had about dreaming.
They appeared in the waste, bits of glassed sand still visible where they had fought the Elemental. Where Trakie fought the Elemental. As I am now, I could’ve contributed more than a bit of healing and distraction.
“Thanks,” she sent to the Meadow, spreading her wings. “Feel like visiting our lava friend?”
Violence?
“Some maybe, I always need more resistances. And few can melt my heart quite like our friend here,” she answered.
Let’s
Goooo
Ilea giggled, speeding up towards the Trakorov’s lair. They reached it quickly, the entrance open with waves of heat coming from within. “It’s sleeping I think.”
They found the massive creature rolled on its back, legs resting to the side as it breathed slowly.
“Maybe we should let it sleep and come another time,” she said.
Violence vanished, appearing near the monster’s absolutely massive head before it teleported a few nearby rocks, sending them flying at one of the creature’s eyes. With enough velocity to kill a low level human.
The Trakorov made a few noises, finally opening its eyes and roaring, a wave of heat washing over them, the Fae already back behind Ilea.
She watched in awe as the massive being rolled over, puffing out waves of fire and heat as it slowly turned to find the intruders.
Did it get fatter?Probably shouldn’t bring this up, she thought, waving at the monster. “Hey, been a while,” she said, roaring with monster hunter imbued with the same sentiment. “Hello,” she sent telepathically as well. So many ways of communication. Can’t even imagine how many ways someone like Meadow or Violence have. How do they even find the right channel to send on?
The Trakorov puffed, resting on its stomach as it looked at them.
“Care to burn me up a bit?” she asked.
Burn!
Burn!
Burn!
“Yes, Violence,” she said, patting the little creature.
The Trakorov just puffed again.
Ilea got a general bored vibe. How dare you wake me up for this shit. Is that what you’re saying?
Trade?
“You suggest a trade? What could it want from me?” she asked, creating spheres of ash, imbuing them and letting them roll towards the creature. It seemed disinterested. “Okay, let me see what else I have.”
She summoned a few astral spirit corpses. “Space meat from another realm?” she asked, displacing them closer.
The Trakorov sniffed the bodies before it opened its large maw, munching on them a few times before it swallowed. The look in its eyes changed a little and then it fell asleep once more.
“Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try,” she said. “The heat here is quite comfortable though.”
The Fae didn’t seem done with the attempt however, touching its chin as it looked between Ilea and the large monster.
Human
Flesh
“You want me to feed myself to it?” she asked.
The Fae shrugged.
Yes.
“What about Fae meat?” she asked, glancing at the floating creature.
No
meat
only
space
“Ah. Of course,” she said, raising her brows as she started cutting off a few arms, making a messy pile on the ground.
Truth
No
Meat
She just nodded, continuing her bloody sacrifice. I’m really just giving it some of my mana. Fascinating… how versatile this resource is.
Eat
See, Violence said and held out its little arm to her mouth.
Ilea felt inclined to actually bite but she just smiled instead. “I’m just joking, little guy. I wouldn’t rip you apart to feed a Trakorov. Don’t you worry.”
It appeared on her shoulder again, touching arms with its ashen copy.
“Think this is enough for a snack?” Ilea asked, the pile of bleeding arms now reaching her chest.
Maybe
“Maybe is fine. Let’s see,” she said and used Embered Core to set the pile alight, pushing it towards the Trakorov with an ashen plow.
They waited in anticipation, nothing happening for a few seconds until one of the creature’s nostrils twitched.
It once again opened its eyes and maw at the same time, taking in the whole pile. Bones crunched for a few seconds until it swallowed.
“Now up for some training?” she asked.
The Trakorov gave her a nod.
“You understand me?” she asked. This time she didn’t get a response. “Oh well, just burn me up with a few lava spells.”
The Fae giggled and vanished, seeking refuge near the top of the expansive lair.
Ilea on the other hand stared into the open maw of the Trakorov, watching as lava lit up within, her arms spreading before she was showered. Compared to the Wyrm’s sun spell, the intensity wasn’t exactly there. “Pump it up a notch,” she said, gesturing with her melting hands.
The monster obliged, her blood soon boiling, as her skin melted. She sighed, relaxing in the molten rock as the massive monster sent the occasional burst of flame over her. Nobody could ask for a more accommodating spa experience, really.
‘ding’ ‘Lava Magic Resistance reaches 3rd lvl 4’
No heat resistance, she noted, getting up to leave when the Trakorov went back to sleep, either seeing its obligation as fulfilled or simply sleepy. It had been a few hours after all. She glanced around quickly before contacting the Meadow. “Violence with you?”
“It is, yes. The violence you provided apparently wasn’t particularly interesting,” it answered.
“And yours is?” she asked.
“It has not requested any so far, opting to mess with your humans. Its runic knowledge is as impressive as I had expected,” it said.
“What do you mean? Can you beam me back too?” she asked.
Ilea appeared near the Meadow. “By the way, mind if I set one of my transfer destinations here?”