Wolfe's cells began to remake themselves, each with a dense, but flexible, mana barrier as the cell wall, stopping the biological decay of his body and stabilizing his appearance in the state he was the mont that he advanced.
From that mont on, every change in his body would be of his own will, the state of every cell was recorded, and both the number and condition could be replicated with pure mana.
That was the advantage of the Saints among the Magi. Complete Elental Control over their bodies would allow them to appear any way that they liked with just a thought, and while they might not be immune to the ravages of ti, they would be very close to it. Like a statue or a cypress tree, it would be better to asure his longevity in centuries than decades, as unless an external factor like disease or violence did him in, he would likely live a thousand years or more.
That amount of ti was so long that it was an abstract concept to Wolfe. If the youngest Saints among the Magi had survived the war, they wouldn't even be middle-aged yet. The only Witch Saints to survive the war were already considered ancient two hundred years ago, and had now moved to a status that was better described as decrepit, but they had still maintained most of their powers when Wolfe saw them last.
It was so long, and the history that he knew was so short, that he simply didn't have a fra of reference that adequately described it.
What he did have a reference to describe was the aura that his body gave off at the Saint level. The forrly warm and comforting aura had beco oppressively strong, even when Wolfe attempted to restrain it to a more tolerable level. The nature of the power had changed, as though he had gone from requesting that the Elents do what he wanted, to demanding it and expecting obedience.
For a mont, Wolfe wondered if it would affect his relationships, as most of the reason he was so fortunate with the won was that he was so comfortable to lean against. But, the sensation of his mana should be the sa, it was just the aura that he gave off that was different.
With the advancent complete, Wolfe sighed and extended his senses out to see how they had changed. At every advancent, his mana sense had improved, and he beca more in tune with the world around him, so he expected that this advancent would be no different, or perhaps much more grand.
The Witch Saints had been attracted by the advancent of Rank Three Witches, so they could sense that sort of power surge from continents away, even if they did have to use so special magical device. In theory, he should be able to do the sa.
Wolfe focused on the mana flows of powerful creatures, and detected dozens of them coming his way. That was likely the Demons and Fae coming to see who had advanced, but in the distance, he could also sense nearly a dozen Fae who were right on the cusp of advancent, all in Forest Grove.
Risa had been right, the environnt there was perfect for them, and the side effects of Wolfe pushing the Witches forward bled over to help the Fae advance using the excess nature magic from the Witches' reforming auras.
The guests wouldn't all fit here in the cavern, so Wolfe stepped outside and blew the excess snow away from the cavern entrance, creating a landing spot that wouldn't create a whirlwind of snow.
Most of the new arrivals would be using borrowed transportation magic, but so of the ones that weren't too far away in the nations of the East were simply flying and would be here in an hour or so.
Using Earth Magic, Wolfe created a small building on the side of the mountain that would hide the entrance to the tunnel unless you knew how to open the secret door, and then a bunch of simple chairs, so everyone would have sowhere to sit when they arrived.
The first to arrive was a Faerie, who used so sort of spatial magic to just appear next to Wolfe inside the building, and then began wordlessly flying around his head, examining him from every angle.
"So, what do you think? Am I fully intact and functional?" He asked after the Fae had made a few laps.
"Oh, I know who you are now, you're that Magi, Wolfe Noxus. I couldn't figure out what sort of species you were supposed to be, I've never felt an advancent like that. It almost felt like an Elental had broken through, but not quite."
It took Wolfe's brain a mont to translate that back into words that he could understand, thanks to the rapid speech patterns of the Faeries, but she was happy to just keep circling and examining him while he tried to understand her.
"There should be more people here soon. I guess I should have prepared more before I ca here. I didn't even bring a full pack, so all I have is what I keep on my person." Wolfe sighed.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I'm a Faerie, we're outstanding with nature magic. You make a table and dishes, I will make snacks and juice."
The Demons would get a laugh out of the situation, being served Fae made juice for the advancent of a Magi, but maybe they would show up with gifts if they realized who it was.
As the Faerie had said, they might not. She had mistaken him for so strange Elental life form, and those who were the most likely to co first were the ones who had stayed ho, not the ones who had been in Forest Grove for the festival, as they were thousands of kilotres away right now, and couldn't fly nearly fast enough to reach here today, even if they had felt the advancent.
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