Chapter 1270 - Solus’s True Power (Part 2) (1/2)

”I'm sorry that it took me so long to come here. I want you to know that I never doubted our friendship. I was just scared. All the undead I met until now were bad people and hearing that you are some kind of undead and an Abomination at that overwhelmed me.” Friya said.

Quylla opened her eyes wide, realizing that Friya had decided to take the fall for their late coming to not make things more awkward between her and Lith.

”Don't apologize, being scared is natural. Even I am afraid of myself ever since I almost killed Solus while fighting the Puppeteer.” Lith hugged her, thankful to Friya just for being still there and for not quivering at his touch.

”Watch your hands, big guy, or I'll tell Kamila.” She chuckled while returning the embrace. ”By the way, have you decided what you want to do with the Hands?”

”Mine or Menadion's?” Lith asked, moving one hand on her hip and changing his stance as if he was about to kiss her.

”The Hands of Menadion, smartass.” Friya said with a chuckle.

”Then no. The problem is that an imprint cannot be taken back so unless I give them to someone disposable, it's not like I can kill them the moment I change my mind. It's a big decision.” He let Friya go and took the Hands of Menadion out of his pocket dimension.

They looked like thick silver working gloves with one mana crystal of a different color on each fingertip and a sixth in the middle of their backhand. The crystals went from red on the little finger to blue on the thumb.

The green gem was replaced by a bright silver while the gemstone on the backhand was black.

”They are beautiful.” Friya wasn't an Awakened, yet she could feel the hair on the back of her head stand up in front of the raw power the Hands emitted.

”Is it me, or the six gems represent one element each? Doesn't that mean that they are all white crystals of which Menadion has amplified the affinity toward a single element to their utmost limit?” Phloria asked.

”Indeed.” Lith said. ”It's a work similar to the sword of Saefel, but meant for crafting rather than fighting.”

”It's actually better.” Solus said while assuming her humanoid form and letting her own gloves cover her hands. They all could notice how the relic related to the tower and the Hands were almost identical.

The only differences were Solus's gloves being white, the gems being positioned on the knuckles, and their number. With just a deep cyan core, Solus could manifest only four mana crystals.

She drew in the world energy from the geyser below them and split it into its six elemental components by channeling it through the gloves. The missing gems made the flow of the light, darkness, and fire element thinner, but Solus had no trouble lowering the output of the other elements to make them match.

Then, she breathed a spark of her vitality in the six streams and they suddenly merged into a single one of emerald green color.

”Is that Spirit Magic?” Quylla was flabbergasted.

”Yes. I've scanned the Hands ever since we retrieved them and even though I didn't imprint them, studying their power core has made me regain this memory about the tower's abilities.

”I'm now certain that I possess all the abilities of the four relics of Menadion's set, I just have to wait until my body fully recovers to master them.” Solus said.

”That's great for you and Lith, but why does the ability to produce Spirit Magic make the Hands better than the Sword of Saefel?” Phloria asked without bothering to hide the greed in her eyes, just like everyone else in the room.