Chapter 36：Runes (1/2)

Mack closed his eyes and started to breathe using the nameless technique from the book.

A few minutes later, he then started to chant the phases from the book like it was a song.

He did one cycle of the chanting and alternated to the breathing.

After a few minutes of doing this, Mack stopped, feeling that something was odd in the process.

Didn't feel natural to alternate. But he needed to stop the chanting to breathe from time to time.

This same process worked before to break his gates of Essence but wasn't working for what he needed now.

It needed to be something way more strong.

Mack believed that his gates were broken by an extremely huge influx of Essence passing by the gates in his body.

The breathing technique pulled essence from the surroundings to his body as a whole, the chanting imposed his will over the essence and the tattoos worked as a marker in his body for the essence to accumulate.

That was what Mack believed. But now he had no more gates in his body and his body was different from the others warlocks. It was way stronger. And resisted much more to the Essence from surroundings.

It was as if all the pieces of a puzzle were in front of Mack but he didn't know how to connect them because he didn't know what the final picture was.

”How am stupid! My body resists the surrounding essence because it is already saturated with Essence.”

”You can't pour more water on an already full cup.”

”but.....”

”You can compress water. Will Essence work the same way?”

Mack thought about this problem for a long time but still could not find a solution.

Then Mack remembered of the Cubes. All of them produced very complex things that in total had much more mass than the cubes themselves.

”They must have some way to compress Essence”

Then Mack remembered the Cube he saw at the entrance of this trial.

”They are technological devices. But.... I may find my answers there. At least I will have some clues”

Mack stood up and started running back to the small hill.

One hour later at the entrance of the 4th gate of Hel floor.

Mack paced around the small cube but could not figure out anything from it.

No joints. No way to remove anything. No way to open it.

He even poured blood on it like in previous times. But nothing happened.

”Why the blood? Is it like a key to making them function? Like a password?”

The cube was covered with them. Every single inch of the cube had a rune.

”The sizes!”

Every time a cube appeared in front of Mack the size was different. A huge one. Two very small, and this was a medium one.

”And the only thing that changed was the catalog”

In other words, what the cube could produce was related to the size of the cube.

”And all of them were full of those runes”