After obtaining his answer, Spartacus remained silent for a few monts, his eyes seemingly lost in contemplation, before finally speaking again.
"Answering your previous question, I indeed utilized the power of the Law of Space in that attack."
His voice was calm, carrying an underlying strength that drew the attention of every Sage present. Vlad, Agamnon, Janus, and all the other Sages imdiately focused, their curiosity piqued by Spartacus’s declaration.
It mattered not whether their combat specialization leaned toward warrior or mage or which techniques they usually employed—the Law of Space was universally recognized as supre. Mastering it could exponentially enhance anyone’s combat prowess.
Sensing the group’s attention locked onto him, Spartacus elaborated further. "The domains of the Law of Space that I specialize in allowed to execute that strike. Through precise spatial manipulation, I can sever connections through the fabric of space itself, allowing to launch attacks that transcend distance."
His calm voice made the profound act seem effortless, yet every Sage could perceive the underlying depth. A Legendary existence capable of using spatial manipulation was terrifyingly powerful.
Without further delay, Spartacus produced a small stone tablet from thin air and flicked it toward Vlad.
Vlad instinctively caught it, imdiately feeling a peculiar vibration emanating from within. A frown creased his forehead; despite sensing the uniqueness of the tablet, he couldn’t access its contents, as though sothing blocked his perception.
Spartacus seed to understand Vlad’s confusion. "Don’t waste your ti trying to decipher it right now," he calmly explained. "That is a Soul Book. Within it resides far more than simple words or diagrams. It contains an ocean of information accessible only to the soul of a Sage."
Spartacus’s words ignited intense excitent among all present. Agamnon, Janus, and several other Sages were familiar with Soul Books, often present within their powerful families’ treasuries.
However, Soul Books were generally heavily guarded, and it was impossible to borrow freely, let alone take outside family boundaries. rely glimpsing one required considerable status and privilege. For Spartacus to hand one out so casually was genuinely astounding.
Before they could fully process the magnitude of Spartacus’s gift, the Legendary swordsman spoke again, raising their astonishnt even further.
"This Soul Book contains a comprehensive compendium on the Law of Space and its primary Domains," Spartacus explained slowly, his voice steady and confident. "With your talent and innate attunent to the Law of Space, Vlad, you should be capable of comprehending the foundational principles within re months after you ascend to the Sage Realm."
Vlad’s eyes glead fiercely, his heart racing with anticipation. Unconsciously, his grip on the Soul Book tightened protectively as though holding onto the most precious treasure imaginable. He had already obtained offensive skills and cultivation techniques related to the Law of Space, and now this Soul Book was precisely the key he required to reach new heights.
However, the Depravita of Wrath understood deeply that gifts rarely ca without strings attached. There was no relationship between the two, so he did not think this was a re gift. Vlad t Spartacus’s piercing gaze, silently waiting for the condition to follow.
Fortunately, Spartacus did not leave him in suspense for long.
"Once your skills as a Runic Master reach the Legendary Realm," Spartacus spoke clearly, his eyes firm yet calm, "I require your assistance in sealing a Legendary Demon soul into my body."
Vlad was not displeased by this request; on the contrary, a broad, genuine smile appeared on his face. It was a fair trade, a clear transaction that suited him perfectly.
"Agreed," Vlad responded firmly, the resolve clear in his voice and eyes. He did not hesitate, knowing this was an opportunity and an invaluable alliance.
Spartacus nodded slightly, clearly pleased with the Depravita of Wrath’s response. He had observed Vlad closely over the past months, noting that the Depravita was soone who valued his promises highly.
Satisfied, Spartacus resud his flight forward, leaving the rest to their conversations. Murmurs quickly filled the air as the group continued onward, their discussions vibrant with newfound excitent. The Sages began eagerly debating which types of demons would be most suitable for sealing into their bodies.
"Brother Vlad," a loud and enthusiastic voice suddenly rose above the surrounding murmurs, instantly capturing everyone’s attention. The speaker was Runic Master Tyron from Imperial Prince Janus’s team.
Janus’s eyes narrowed slightly in concern, afraid Tyron might ask sothing inappropriate about Vlad’s unique runic diagram.
Yet Vlad, knowing Tyron’s deep reverence toward the art of runic crafting, rely nodded, encouraging the old master to speak. He had co to know Tyron well enough to understand the old man would never disrespectfully attempt to uncover Vlad’s secrets.
Encouraged by Vlad’s nod, Tyron spoke fervently, eyes shining with excitent. "Have you ever considered sealing demon souls into other objects, such as weapons or artifacts? Could that not greatly amplify their power?"
For a mont, Vlad was stunned, eyes widening with surprise and then rapidly lighting up with enlightennt. He instantly understood the incredible potential behind Tyron’s suggestion.
"Hahaha! How could I not have thought of this before?" Vlad burst out laughing loudly, joy flooding his voice as the possibilities rapidly unfolded in his mind. With a swift gesture, he summoned his sword and examined it with newfound eagerness.
"If I were to seal a demon’s soul within a weapon like this, its power and capabilities would be vastly improved!" Vlad declared confidently, delight dancing across his features.
His excitent was contagious, and the other Sages instantly grasped the brilliance of the concept. Though integrating a demon soul into a weapon might be more complicated than sealing it directly into one’s body, there was no rule against pursuing both paths simultaneously. This realization caused their eyes to widen in wonder and admiration.
Soon, everyone’s gaze shifted back toward Runic Master Tyron, their expressions full of respect and amazent at his ingenuity. Even Janus, who had initially frowned at the old man’s boldness, could not hide his admiration.
Tyron simply smiled humbly, satisfied that his spontaneous insight had proven useful.
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