Elysium's Multiverse Chapter 11

Ah, so he did have to acquire the subpillars one by one. Or if he didn’t, he’d at least be utilizing these spells via the Unholy pillar and paying a greater price to cast them.

Riven imdiately got to work. Now that he had a solid base of knowledge to work off in terms of spell casting, he was able to progress at a much more rapid pace.

Even without the Blood subpillar currently within him, he was still able to force mana out of his soul and into his palms along the mana channels that his initial pillar had carved into him. Though he didn’t direct it through the Unholy pillar itself, rather, this new flavor of related mana skirted along the edges of the Unholy pillar instead. The mana channels were still there and the energy of his soul began to accumulate…albeit it had a different feeling to it than pure Unholy mana did. It was a little more…translucent? He couldn’t really describe the feeling otherwise.

He’d bet on what the previous book had said, though. As long as he had a complete vision and a good understanding of what he wanted, the system should provide him with the correct pillar given his will. The system would find its proper match as long as his soul had enough space left for the proper pillar, provided he had the affinity for this blood spell type.

He closed his eyes, sitting cross-legged on the velvet armchair as he concentrated on the vision of what he wanted while the tir overhead continued ticking down.

Visions of what had been drawn in the book entered his thoughts first. A spinning disc of serrated, sharpened, solidified crimson. A willingness and wantingness to hunt down his enemies, to cut them apart with the blades he would summon. A sea of red, a battlefield of the dead, a liquid that gave life, and a pack of leeches swarming toward prey. These images were rged into one to create the essence of what blood truly was. He lastly combined all this with what he knew of blood and cellular molecules from basic biology back ho: the shape of the cells, the oxygen they carried, the other components such as platelets and plasma. They began to settle, forming a complex, flowing tapestry.

The older, taller, balder man sneered Riven’s way and spat on the grassy ground between his feet. “We et again, pig.”