Chapter 1272 - Family and Gifts (Part 2) (1/2)
After fusing with his Warg half, Tezka had not only broken the natural limit of the Fylgja and reached ten tails.
He had also gained the ability to split in up to ten bodies, one for each tail. All of them would share the same mind, allowing him to be in multiple places at the same time or work ten times faster than normal.
The problem was that his strength would decrease for each clone he created. On top of that, if one of them was killed, Tezka would experience their death and lose the tails that he had bestowed upon them along with the elemental mastery they held.
Healing magic wouldn't bring them back, Tezka needed to practice from scratch, wasting time and resources to condense the lost element into his flesh and blood.
”Which tail did you leave behind?” Vastor was flabbergasted seeing how battered the Fylgja was and the item he held in his left hand.
”The Chaos one. I would never endanger Xenagrosh's brother or your girlfriend by leaving the Spirit Magic tail.” Tezka used the wooden staff to point at the atrophied tail that couldn't develop due to the Abomination's inability to use the seventh element.
”I'm too old for her.” Vastor sighed. ”What happened to you and what is that thing?”
”You are now immortal. What are thirty years compared to eternity?” The Fylgja replied with a literal wolfish smile. ”As for your second question, I went to get you a present and I paid the price for it.”
Tezka threw the wooden staff to Vastor who caught it in mid-air, feeling the strain from his black core subside. Not because an oversized walking cane could tame the Chaos, so much as because all the notions about how to control it that he had crammed since his rebirth finally made sense.
Vastor could now piece together the best parts from each Abomination's technique and adapt them to his unique condition.
”This clarity can only mean one thing.” Vastor let go of the staff and the knowledge that had been so simple until a moment before went back to being hot air.
”This is a piece of the World Tree. Where did you get it?”
”From the original source, where else?” Tezka said with a huge grin while his body mended at a speed visible to the n.a.k.e.d eye.
”We Fylgjas may not belong to the Guardians' bloodlines, but we're no pushovers. It cost me a lot of pain taking it from the old fossil. The least you could do is say thank you.”
”I'll thank you after you answer one question. How the heck can I justify having such a treasure without creating a fuss?” Any decent mage knew that even though the wood of the World Tree wasn't as sturdy as Davross, it was the next best thing.
Even after being removed from its main body, it would retain the mana capacity of a living being and part of the wisdom of the Tree. It wouldn't grant its bearer knowledge so much as increase their ability to comprehend the laws of magic.
On top of that, if enchanted with spell holding magic, the wood from the World Tree would become capable of storing several spells of all tiers and even of mixing them to produce effects that went beyond normal tier five magic.
As far as Vastor knew, the Griffon Kingdom possessed only a few of such staves and considered them as state treasures. Brigadier General Vorgh, the Master Warden had one while another had once been entrusted to one of the Professors who had died in Kulah.
”You are the big brain, that's your part of the job.” Tezka shrugged. ”Until you don't get a hang of how to control your black core, you need a crutch. Also, thanks to the staff you can now use true magic in public and no one will suspect a thing.”