Chapter 116 - 116. Know Yourself (1/2)

Mack felt as if drunk while fighting, but for the first time he understood something, Essence flowed like water, like a virus it infected everything, it resonated with the will of things, and the stronger a emotion the stronger the will, if he wished to use it better he had to let himself loose.

All that come to him because a single word .... Drunk...  Because people often got stronger while drunk Mack's mind started to race to conclusions as thoughts flashed to his mind.

He always thought that the gates at the tower had the aim to make his will stronger by shutting down his own emotions, by not letting them get over his real thoughts, but he was wrong, now he finally realized that they true goals was to make him grasp the edges, to know himself, to accept himself and his own past and problems and utilize that to his own advantage.

'Indeed, there is no stronger will than a emotion' Thought Mack while slashing a bearded man in half and jumping to the side to avoid a dagger.

And as to prove his own conjectures and realizations, Mack suddenly remembered all the weird events that happened at the tower. He waking up in the middle of destroyed building after almost going insane, and the warlock light constructs hearing his warcry in the first day of the battle, when is blood was pumping so hard that he himself almost forgot how he got to the front line.

Those two times, he was immersed in his emotions.

Those two times, he was facing death in a way that he unconsciously knew was almost impossible to survive.

'The gates pushed me to my limit, so I could know them, so I could know and accept myself'

Mack avoided a weird ability that froze the ground and came to several realizations at once, as if all that happened in the tower finally started making sense.

He never understood why he failed the last gate, even after Harlack, that old fogey, told him, it seemed way too much of a bullshit in his view, as if he was trying to avoid the subject, but now it all made sense, and why he came back to Earth, and why he could not keep advancing in the tower.

'The Hel floor was just the beginning, it was my basic training, to make me grasp the basic use of Essence in the correct way, using emotions as fuel, or in better words using emotions as a guide. yes a guide.'

And just as he came to this conclusion, he stopped.

He looked around in the battlefield and he was basically fighting against a thousand people alone, some people were taking a chance in the chaos to kill others and get tokens but those were exceptions, almost everyone was starring straight to Mack, trying to anticipate his moves, trying to stop him, trying to bind him or hurt him.

A thousand people trying to kill him.

He knew better than everyone that if things progressed this way he had no way to leave this trial alive, one thing was to kill thousands of light constructs, another one was to kill humans and ability users.

At each second that passed his area of effect and his control over the Essence that surrounded him became stronger due to the runespell way of working, but at each second that passed he was closer to the death. His vision was already showing black spots from time to time due to the lost of blood and his legs were now barely responding his own thoughts as the nerves failed to transmit the brain commands.