Chapter 207 (2/2)

Us~.

For a while, the words hung in the air, and nothing happened. Then the crystals began to tremble. Of their own accord, dim wisps floated upwards, curious and wondering. They came out by the dozens, then by the hundreds, then by the thousands. Then they saw each other, and Randidly, and began to swirl excitedly, dancing and spinning, a strange combination of fireflies and emerald meteor showers in the air around him.

Randidly breathed slowly, barely containing his excitement. Leaving the newly freed wisps, Randidly teleported to another part of his Soul, even as another finger touch made his own being shake. The crack in the bubble expanded.

Gritting his teeth, he activated the Spear Advances, Ash Trails, after all of this time, channeling all of his understandings about physical acceleration, the spirit of a spear, and the power of his own body to gain 5 Skill Levels immediately. He pierced forward, his finger the tip of his spear, smashing into the small seed that the creature left floating there, now exposed. It had stated it was to grow into a weapon, and Randidly was not going to let something that dangerous sounding just float around his insides.

As he pierced through it with his finger, his perception warped and he found himself in a huge sphere. The outward shell was thin, but inside there was a vast series of interlocking connections of swirling Aether. This was Engraving, but far, far beyond his level. Far, far beyond the level of even the Path that had led him to here. The level of detail and intricacy was unbelievable. Randidly had a hard time believing that anyone but a god could have created this strange construct.

In that moment, as the bubble trembled again, Randidly realized that this couldn’t have been created when the path came into being. Although the creature was clearly responsible, this was of a level that Randidly expected even it would struggle. This had taken time. More time than he could fathom. He could see it just by watching the construct of Aether. He somehow knew that it would take decades for the Aether to flow along the complete path of this strange rune.

“So… this is her big weapon”

Weapon?

“A… dangerous thing But necessary sometimes….”

Necessary.

“Yea. Because it’s going to fuel our world.”

Our…..world….

This was still his soul space, even though it was created by the creature, so when Randidly reached out and pressed with his will, the construct trembled. Then Randidly pressed harder, and it began to warp and twist. Even though it was a great weapon, and Randidly wanted to destroy it, the beautiful and obvious craftsmanship of the thing made him to aim much more to rip it into 1000 small pieces, rather than smashing it. Their was a potency to it that he didn’t want to lose, even in his anger.

He was very aware of the danger of allowing it to remain, when he didn’t understand it, but… he didn’t have much time, and had even fewer options. So he ripped and ripped and ripped, his existence blurring as his will cut the thing to pieces.

Another blow landed on the bubble, and Randidly sensed that a huge chunk was beginning to give way. So he gritted his teeth and waved his hand, and he left seed, dragging the pieces of the weapon rune after him. As an afterthought, he shattered the casing of the seed into quite a few pieces as well, and gathered them.

His mind was beginning to ache from the effort of controlling so many objects, even in his Soul Space, but he ignored the pressure and continued. He returned to his Soul skill, grabbing the chilling killing intent, and the refreshing rain energy.

There, the wisps were already interacting and growing in their strange manner, the light of their existence growing brighter. Based on the veritable sea of them, it seemed that some had already split. When there was this much of them, they could split endlessly. They would grow until they couldn’t any longer. That was what life was, in peacetime. And the wisps had very few of the brakes that normal flesh beings had, and could multiply endlessly. They were pure life, and they sought meaning.

They sought a body.

But Randidly only had a few scant seconds, not enough to examine them any closer; because he had a lot of work to do in a very short amount of time.