808 Weakness Part 2 (1/2)

Each of the four empires of the Myers Mainland had an analogy to them. The Cloudflow people were known unanimously as porcelain.

Porcelain was hard, sometimes even harder than metals, but porcelain was at the same time, fragile. If a child were to throw a porcelain ware on the ground, it would have been reduced to pieces, despite the promise of never getting scratches for more than a millennium.

Such was the fortitude of the Cloudflow people. It was wise to not be misled by the illusions shown on the outside. So long as one were to have strength equivalent to a child's, one would have been able to easily defeat them.

It was not known how much time it would take to kill all the remaining six-hundred-thousand troops, but none of them had any intention of staying. Lex even sent scouts into the new city by the shore to get information on them.

The bulk of the Cloudflow army consisted of new recruits, so things were rendered completely chaotic.

Lex, being careful as always, had only heard about the sorcerer's departure on the third day. At the time, there were still about three-hundred-thousand soldiers from Cloudflow around. The big ships had all left, what remained was high speed warships that were not able to carry many. The warships had narrow designs, capable of great speed. They were fitted with all manners of heavy weapons. As such, there was not much space left for carrying personnel.

Some Cloudflow people resorted to chopping down trees to make raft-like boats.

Lex was afraid that all of it was only a trap set by the invaders, or that the grade-9 sorcerer never left in the first place, only hiding somewhere instead. As such, Lex put off any thought of assaulting the remaining forces.

The winged skeleton shared the same thought, but had instead chose to keep sending low level spirits to harass them. Opportunities like that were hard to come by. The Mechanical Soul was among those who went to harass them.

The Mechanical Soul was almost done with self repair and had stopped using body doubles. Ever since it followed the Soldier, serious restrictions were put on its consumption. It was forbidden from consuming spirits without expressed permission from the winged skeleton. Even the remains of said spirits were rendered off-limits. During every deployment, so long as there were enemies that were turned into spirits of the dead, it was allowed by the winged skeleton to consume half of them.

Saleen trained for another three days in the magic tower before leaving.

Eleanor's body remained within the mage's crystal coffin on the seventh floor. Said floor was made a restricted area, with no one else allowed inside but Stephanie.

Stephanie had not had any sleep for three days and nights straight, and gave no thought to Saleen occupying the topmost floor of her tower. The topmost floor of a magic tower served as the living space of a mage and held great significance. To Stephanie in that moment, what was most important was to research the differences between elves and humans.

A mage's crystal coffin required little maintenance. Periodic change of magic nuclei and magic pharmaceuticals would suffice.

Stephanie devoted most of her time to study Eleanor. Across from the crystal coffin, was a three-dimensional alchemy table she had just reconstructed. All manner of biological samples taken from Eleanor were stored within the hundreds of crystal bottles.

Eleanor suffered too many injuries, and thus a small puppet was required to enter the crystal coffin to perform surgery on her. All that was performed with her submerged in restorative water. The crystal coffin was filled with liquids: grade-7 magic liquid mixed with restorative water. It was done to maintain Eleanor's life force.

The smallest of small puppets was only as large as half of a person's palm. Their limbs consisted of sharp scalpels, for cutting necrotic flesh or any places needed mending. They were useful for carving out lines as well, to enable regeneration of muscles.

There was a type of mage called a magic pharmacist, who derived joy in curing people's ailments.

Stephanie was no magic pharmacist, but her small puppet was itself a piece of equipment above the rank of holy equipment. All of it was initially prepared for the sake of Emperor Chanake. Stephanie had once dreamed of a day where the most powerful of man in Qin would have one day lie within the crystal coffin, with her attending to his treatment.

That man was dead. No matter how powerful one was, there was no way one could have withstood so many attacks from so many powerful ones. The one lying in the coffin was instead, an elf.

Conducting research in the name of healing was a common occurrence among mages, which Saleen turned a blind eye to. No less than three to five months was required to heal the extent of injuries Eleanor suffered. Mages were no gods. Even holy masters would probably have been able to do little with such grave injuries.

Su was the one healing the quickest. The heavenly angel's attack had only glanced him, and he was protected by armor. That extent of injury was not something a silver swordmaster was unable to handle.

Cuisi suffered injuries that were more severe. His horns were broken, and his powers reduced from a supreme demon to that of a demon, a level which was even lower than when he first met Saleen.

Cuisi lied there glumly, as Stephanie did not allow him to leave. Demons were after all, great research materials as well.

If he was a summoned being belonging to Saleen, the outcome would have been different. Cuisi was not allowed to take a human form. As such, his massive body was forced to curl pitifully instead.

Saleen came to the sixth floor of the tower and Su had already left. He felt pity for Cuisi looking like that. Reduction of power was a huge shock to a supreme demon.

”Cuisi, do you mind telling me your true name?”, Saleen went to the demon and sat by his side.

Vibrancy came to Cuisi's original gloomy expression. He felt some form of hope from Saleen's question.

His real name was only known to Nailisi. A demon's true name was not something to be shared with others. Nailisi knew so, because she was his master.

Cuisi's head drooped again. He knew that Saleen would not let him follow him, for he was Nailisi's slave.