Azarinth Healer Chapter 636: Forgery

Chapter 636 Forgery

Had enough? Ilea asked.

The Fae nodded, floating up to sit on her shoulder, its ashen companion joining it a mont later.

Did the creature awaken your human maternal instincts? the adow asked.

Who knows? Ilea replied, dissolving her ashen copy. Just the ash Fae would be enough. Not like either managed to stop the creature from joining her after the battle. Hows the Mirage doing?

Solving my puzzles, as usual, the adow said. I doubt your presence would further its awakening.

Is that an insult or a scholarly observation? Ilea asked.

You decide, adow answered.

The first then. What about the Enavurin? Still asleep? she said.

Yes. And I suspect it will be. For so ti, the adow said.

Ilea looked at the two Fae on her shoulder. Well. I have an ancient magical being sitting on my shoulder playing with an ashen copy I made and imbued with my will. All the while Im talking to a living adow that may as well be a god. Maybe try talking with it through dreams or sothing.

Of course. I try every so often, but Im a novice still and my mind magic is very limited, the adow said.

That was supposed to be a joke, she said.

Dreaming is simply another state of the mind, one with a lot of potential. I have t awakened with the ability to control them, to an extent. My thodical approach is limited in conjunction with this type of mind magic, especially with a creature as versed in its use as the Enavurin, as you call it, the adow explained.

Twentieth layer? she asked, not about to try and comprehend any musings the Endless adow had about dreaming.

They appeared in the waste, bits of glassed sand still visible where they had fought the Elental. Where Trakie fought the Elental. As I am now, I couldve contributed more than a bit of healing and distraction.

Thanks, she sent to the adow, spreading her wings. Feel like visiting our lava friend?

Violence?

So maybe, I always need more resistances. And few can lt my heart quite like our friend here, she answered.

Lets

Goooo

Ilea giggled, speeding up towards the Trakorovs lair. They reached it quickly, the entrance open with waves of heat coming from within. Its sleeping I think.

They found the massive creature rolled on its back, legs resting to the side as it breathed slowly.

Maybe we should let it sleep and co another ti, she said.

Violence vanished, appearing near the monsters absolutely massive head before it teleported a few nearby rocks, sending them flying at one of the creatures eyes. With enough velocity to kill a low level human.

The Trakorov made a few noises, finally opening its eyes and roaring, a wave of heat washing over them, the Fae already back behind Ilea.

She watched in awe as the massive being rolled over, puffing out waves of fire and heat as it slowly turned to find the intruders.

Did it get fatter?Probably shouldnt bring this up, she thought, waving at the monster. Hey, been a while, she said, roaring with monster hunter imbued with the sa sentint. Hello, she sent telepathically as well. So many ways of communication. Cant even imagine how many ways soone like adow or Violence have. How do they even find the right channel to send on?

The Trakorov puffed, resting on its stomach as it looked at them.

Care to burn up a bit? she asked.

Burn!

Burn!

Burn!

Yes, Violence, she said, patting the little creature.

The Trakorov just puffed again.

Ilea got a general bored vibe. How dare you wake up for this shit. Is that what youre saying?

Trade?

You suggest a trade? What could it want from ? she asked, creating spheres of ash, imbuing them and letting them roll towards the creature. It seed disinterested. Okay, let see what else I have.

She summoned a few astral spirit corpses. Space at from another realm? she asked, displacing them closer.

The Trakorov sniffed the bodies before it opened its large maw, munching on them a few tis before it swallowed. The look in its eyes changed a little and then it fell asleep once more.

Oh well. Cant say I didnt try, she said. The heat here is quite comfortable though.

The Fae didnt seem done with the attempt however, touching its chin as it looked between Ilea and the large monster.

Human

Flesh

You want to feed myself to it? she asked.

The Fae shrugged.

Yes.

What about Fae at? she asked, glancing at the floating creature.

No

at

only

space

Ah. Of course, she said, raising her brows as she started cutting off a few arms, making a ssy pile on the ground.

Truth

No

at

She just nodded, continuing her bloody sacrifice. Im really just giving it so of my mana. Fascinating how versatile this resource is.

Eat

See, Violence said and held out its little arm to her mouth.

Ilea felt inclined to actually bite but she just smiled instead. Im just joking, little guy. I wouldnt rip you apart to feed a Trakorov. Dont you worry.

It appeared on her shoulder again, touching arms with its ashen copy.

Think this is enough for a snack? Ilea asked, the pile of bleeding arms now reaching her chest.

Maybe

Maybe is fine. Lets see, she said and used Embered Core to set the pile alight, pushing it towards the Trakorov with an ashen plow.

They waited in anticipation, nothing happening for a few seconds until one of the creatures nostrils twitched.

It once again opened its eyes and maw at the sa ti, taking in the whole pile. Bones crunched for a few seconds until it swallowed.

Now up for so training? she asked.

The Trakorov gave her a nod.

You understand ? she asked. This ti she didnt get a response. Oh well, just burn up with a few lava spells.

The Fae giggled and vanished, seeking refuge near the top of the expansive lair.

Ilea on the other hand stared into the open maw of the Trakorov, watching as lava lit up within, her arms spreading before she was showered. Compared to the Wyrms sun spell, the intensity wasnt exactly there. Pump it up a notch, she said, gesturing with her lting hands.

The monster obliged, her blood soon boiling, as her skin lted. She sighed, relaxing in the molten rock as the massive monster sent the occasional burst of fla over her. Nobody could ask for a more accommodating spa experience, really.

ding Lava Magic Resistance reaches 3rd lvl 4

ding Lava Magic Resistance reaches 3rd lvl 5

No heat resistance, she noted, getting up to leave when the Trakorov went back to sleep, either seeing its obligation as fulfilled or simply sleepy. It had been a few hours after all. She glanced around quickly before contacting the adow. Violence with you?

It is, yes. The violence you provided apparently wasnt particularly interesting, it answered.

And yours is? she asked.

It has not requested any so far, opting to ss with your humans. Its runic knowledge is as impressive as I had expected, it said.

What do you an? Can you beam back too? she asked.

Ilea appeared near the adow. By the way, mind if I set one of my transfer destinations here?

Of course not. What I an is that Violence sses up key runes in easy to miss ways. They havent even realized why their design has perford less efficiently in the past half hour, the adow explained.

She rolled her eyes, setting her third destination marker. Violence, stop ssing with them.

Boring

Is Goliath ready? she asked the adow.

Yes, the tree replied.

Great. Violence, well do so forging stuff. Want to watch? Maybe Goliath can make you sothing too if youre nice, she said.

The smith appeared a few seconds later, far enough away from the adow to not be bothered by the mana density.

He bowed to the tree, greeting the humans before he looked around.

How much space do you need? Ilea asked, walking towards the floating smith.

This space should be sufficient, he said, having floated about twenty ters closer to the cavern wall. The smith turned and squinted, his eyes opening wide a mont later. Is that?

Violence. et Goliath, best craftsbeing I know, she said. Goliath, et Violence. Part of the local Fae collective.

The little guy waved, floating closer to the smith.

Spirit of old, I greet thee, Goliath said and bowed. He summoned a pouch and emptied its contents onto the ground. Welco to our abode, honored guest.

The Fae giggled, floating to the ground before it vacuud up the glittering dust.

What did you just feed him? Ilea asked.

A customary gift. Ground mana crystals. Long have I hoped to et a traveler such as you, he said, his eyes indicating happiness.

Friend!

Indeed, Ilea said, watching the Fae appear on top of Goliaths head.

I should get so mana crystals to feed random powerful entities I et, she thought. Got any crystals for sale?

Not for sale, but you may have these, the smith said and summoned a few dium sized crystals.

I appreciate the gift, she said and displaced the crystals, storing them inside her necklace.

Here is the design, Endless adow, Goliath said and rolled out a plan on a stone workbench that ford below the smithss arms. It is appreciated.

Simple enough, the adow said, creating several walls around their area, essentially building a simple house. Wouldnt want things to start burning.

Not like you couldnt put out a fire, Ilea said.

I dislike the sll of burnt flesh, the adow said.

A large forge ford from the ground up, the stone cracking as its density increased. The creation had several layers and openings, the top reaching nearly three ters in height.

Goliath continued showing plans to the adow, additions connected to the forge forming all around the central unit.

And a mold of her armor, Goliath said.

Dont you have one already? Ilea asked.

That one would lt if we tried to use it here, he answered.

I see, Ilea said, watching stone form around her. She left one layer of armor on as the adow created the first part of the mold. She breathed out when the stone moved away once more.

Perhaps I should employ your services more often, Endless adow, Goliath joked.

I shall assist you whenever you require such, it answered.

The smith laughed to himself, the sound changing towards sothing devious at the end.

I think you just signed a contract that you may regret in ti, Ilea thought.

She sat down in her ashen chair, the Fae running around with its ashen copy. Ilea raised her brow when the Fae ran closer to the adow, teleporting around as it giggled, finally hiding behind the crystal tree as the ash copy floated after it. Well its used to high mana density after all.

She just still thought it peculiar that sothing so powerful wasnt even at level two hundred. Her instincts didnt scream at her either whenever she was close to the creature but she assud that could just be familiarity, or because the Fae was inherently not very threatening.

Even the hive was more confusing than threatening. Though it couldve likely removed from existence with a single thought.

Goliath chucked a third of the massive Wyrm scales into the forge, stone closing around the opening as he explained so changes to the mold, the adow responding instantly.

Now we only need sothing to burn, Goliath said.

Wood should suffice, if it cos from , the adow said, roots forming near the forge and growing into the openings.

Perfect. Being of ash, I believe you should have so heat or fire spells at your disposal? With enough ti, we should be able to reach the required temperature, Goliath said.

Ilea already ford heat within her. adow, can your stone take my heat spell?

Test it here, the creature said, creating a set of walls nearby, the stone cracking as its density increased.

She increased her weight, holding out her arm towards the walls before she unleashed a fully charged chaotic beam of fire and heat. The flas broke against the wall and flowed to the side and above, dissipating to reveal glowing stone with a slightly runny surface. The wall still held however.

That is ridiculous for sothing at level five hundred. But then again, you have killed four mark creatures before, so perhaps it is justified, the adow said, adding another layer to the forge and all surrounding walls. Over ti it may actually lt through the walls.

I appreciate the complint, Ilea said with a grin. Im quite proud of my lting powers.

Goliath just giggled to himself, rubbing his hands as he went and touched the still glowing wall. Marvelous. Truly spectacular. There is much I may ask of you two. May I set up a residence here, ancient one?

You may reside in that section of the wall. Shall I make a copy of your workshop? the adow said, a nearby root pointing at the section it had indicated.

That would be most generous, weaver of space, mother of earth, and giver of life, Goliath said and bowed again. Master of heat and ash, I shall ask of thine assistance, whenever you are here.

Ilea smiled. Youre just charming everyone with your complints, she said and walked up to the smith, taking his hand. Ill give you a mark too. You can contact using ten words or less whenever you need help with sothing. Works once a day.

I am, honored, he said, his golden eyes suggesting joy. Now may we begin?

Sure, Ilea said, her boots digging into the earth as she walked back.

What exactly did you eat? the adow asked.

Its a skill. I get faster heat generation in exchange for more density, she explained.

One positive for another positive. I fail to see the downside, the adow said.

Speed is the downside, she said. Evasion.

You hardly require either with space magic and healing, the creature said.

Which is why Im getting so heavy armor now, Ilea said with a grin. Think you can upgrade the Armants of Lilith with the scales as well?

Goliath glanced at her and shook his head with a sad expression in his eyes. Im afraid not. But as you train with it, such may not be necessary. It is impossible to say.

The living quality, yes, she said and summoned the armor. No restrictions to heavy armor anymore, she thought and tried to get her Mantle to spread around the massive armor. The spell failed to take hold, only normal ash capable of surrounding the Armants. She sent a spear into the thing, damaging its shoulder before she tried to heal it back with her third tier. A chunk of steel was flung out, dents forming where the damage had been present before. Hah. It works.

She assud she simply didnt know the armor well enough yet to heal it effectively with her third tier. But if Goliath thinks it has the potential to reach sothing close or even better than the Wyrm scales, I should probably spend so ti training inside this thing as well. With my increased weight, the slow movent wont be such a downside anyway.

Ilea summoned the Wyrm eye and held it with the massive hand of the Armants, sending a beam of heat into one of adows walls, the focused energy managing to burn about ten centiters into the hardened magical stone.

What in the na of all gods am I looking at? Iana said from about twenty ters away, her and Christopher watching the scene with interest.

Goliaths creation, Ilea said, her voice dull and barely audible inside the thick living plating.

What? Iana asked.

The Armants of Trials, armor made with the heart of a mithril vein. Only ti will tell, what may co of it, ti and the trials the ashen one will face within it, Goliath explained.

Thats more of an explanation than I got, she said.

You wouldnt have appreciated it anyway. The present beings are all scholars and creators, unlike the barbaric destroyer that you are, the adow spoke.

A bit bitchy today, are we? she sent, crossing her massive arms before she put away the armor once more. Ive been thinking. That eye the range is pretty nuts but I cant exactly aim it well. Maybe you could use so of the scales to make a weapon of sorts in which I could place the eye. One with an actual scope, Ilea said and ford a few rifles out of ash. Large enough to be held by the Armants.

Interesting design did you encounter such creations in your travels through the wilderness? the smith asked, the others looking on with interest as well.

No, thats from my ho realm. We didnt have magic but these were called rifles. Combination of a steel barrel, gunpowder and steel bullets. A small explosion would propel the projectile out. Id prefer if we didnt make them though, the world wouldve been a better place without their existence, she said.

Except for the one you just requested, the adow said. Though I can see how dangerous such an instrunt would be against those untrained in magic or wearing powerful armor. Similar to crossbows or siege weapons I have heard about.

Without the eye and my spell it would be useless anyway. I just need a focus with which I can aim and shoot the heat through my ashen limbs inserted into it. And speaking of weapons technology, Im actually surprised with how little large scale magical shit Ive seen so far. Most runes were set into walls, defensive in nature, she said.

There are plenty of offensive creations, Iana said. Its just too expensive to make for most low born individuals. And higher level adventurers and mages prefer to use the magic and skills theyve trained with.

Just cos down to mass production then. If you can arm a few thousand level thirty humans with rifles equaling the spell power of a level two hundred adventurer, you could make quite a force with little training, Ilea said.

Nobody in power would want that, Iana said.

Ilea grinned. Ravenhall and Hallowfort might like the idea of ard guards, but yeah, its probably better if we dont start distributing dangerous weapons anybody could use to kill high level adventurers.