Elias thought they would destroy his flesh as they instead of destroying each other, as they crossed paths, which were the things he feared would happen in the first place, instead they began to braid. To twist. To beco sothing new.
This did not an that his flesh was having an easier ti, as it was torn to pieces, as Elias could feel lines of power traveling through every part of his body.
He roared in pain and looked down to see that all of the flesh on his torso had exploded, and he could directly see his beating heart that had swollen as lines of power were being etched into it, and the sa thing was happening to every part of him, including his brain.
His screams choked in his throat as his tongue exploded.
Pain beca ecstasy. Ecstasy beca agony. Agony beca clarity.
His Wisp form ignited.
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Commander Yseult had not told Elias that it was possible to have multiple Lumina Art in one body, but those Lumina Arts would have to very specialized so they would not clash with each other, but the few Arts that could synergized were the highest of secrets, and she believed there must not be more than four of these syngeized Arts in the entire world, and it was sheer madness that the Art she had picked even though directed by the hands of Fate would be so synergistic, Fate could not fully interfere with the concepts of powerful Lumina Arts in this manner.
No, sothing else was happening here, and she could hear the roar of Elias from the cocoon of Lumina covering his body, and the fact that he had not imdiately exploded to pieces filled her with amazent.
It was ridiculous, but she had just discovered a synergy between three different Lumina Arts that had no relation with each other, or perhaps it was not a synergy, but the sheer foundation of Elias that was holding him together.
Rembering his anger, a small smile touched the side of her lips. This disciple of hers seed to have more sides to him than she had seen. Anyway, she would watch how this immortal was going to succeed.
He had multiple Talents, and she had not seen anyone who adapted as fast as he was doing in battle. Perhaps this child held more surprise than she could imagine, and who knew what sort of power would arise from a Lumina Scripture?
Still, there was a possibility that she was looking at his final monts, and she could not do anything to help him through it, but she would respect his decision and witness his rise or fall.
Then she saw the transformation that Elias was presently experiencing, and she beca quiet.
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The changes in his flesh accelerated, and Elias knew that he should be dead many tis over, but sothing was aiding him, sothing that was even better than his regenerative prowess, and it was his Elder Talent.
His Elder Talent had been held back from upgrading his body because Elias did not want to reveal the changes he had experienced inside the Fragnt, and after battling with a Mist Phantom, his body was on the edge of explosion from all the power he was holding back within him.
It was in this mont that the crazy talent that placed him in the path of danger began to shine, as it forcefully unleashed all the upgrades Elias had been holding back.
Reddish-gold fire erupted from the massive, cracked moon that represented his Elder Talent, and they consud him from the inside out. Elias scread as flas poured out of his mouth, eyes, ears, and nose, and he no longer looked like a man but a living phoenix.
The cocoon around his real body in the clearing exploded outward in a shockwave that flattened trees for half a mile. The giant, now a towering mass of fused bone and crimson fla, stumbled backward for the first ti.
Elias’s roar shook the forest, and what erged from his throat was a sound that no human should make, nor a beast. In this mont, Elias was channeling sothing old, sothing contradictory.... Sothing that should not exist.
The sound of his heartbeat was like a drum, and if it could talk, his heart would be screaming, "Fury Forge!"
He had crossed that barrier, but his forging was not like any other Siphon or Ascendant Candidate. The power of the void raged across his flesh, and the power of blood washed through him, and the Art of Stone touched his bones and radiated to his skin.
In his spine, he could feel the Pillar of Sorrow resonating with this change, and inside his Lumina Space, he could hear roars, as if there was a calamity happening inside.
Elias’ body was crushed and remade again and again. He did not try to focus on this; what he was doing was directing all of his consciousness to the mighty cracked moon in his Lumina Space.
Perhaps it was because he was ascending, or his Talent may have evolved, but Elias was able to pull any growth that was accumulated by his Talent and pour it into his flesh.
His Elder Talent gave him attributes when his body was brought to the limits, and his flesh being remade under the forge of three flas was more than enough to trigger his talent, and every ti Elias poured all of this power of change and growth into his flesh, his body beca both harder and more malleable, like liquid tal.
His body sucked the last of the Lumina surrounding him, and his form slowly descended to the ground, as flas slowly licked across his skin.
Elias’s feet touch the ground, and it was filled with ash; this was all that was left after he had absorbed thousands of bodies in this clearing.
His skin was cracked open as if he were made from porcelain and not flesh, and within those cracks was not blood, but a reddish-gold glow as if his blood had transford into light.
Elias’s skin sqird as it tried to close up the tears all over his body, but the power inside him was so great that his skin continuously tore open, and this was after his Elder Talent must have surely pushed his Attributes to be much higher than they were before.
He could feel it; his muscles did not even feel normal anymore. It was as if every fiber had beco steel, and his veins glowed crimson even after the fires within his flesh were snuffed out. His eyes were now multiple colored, no longer green, but reflecting three colors like a prism: red, black, green, purple, and gold.
This was not the eyes of a man, or a mortal, and the sights they were seeing were no longer what n could see.
He should not have survived what just happened. The Commander was right; he had been foolish, but the victor was king, and he had been victorious, although it was unknown how long his body would hold under the strain of three powers pulsing through his body.
Elias had not even begun wielding Lumina, and only the pathways were being created in his flesh, and he was already breaking down. What would happen if he reached the Mist Phantom level and had to externalize his Lumina?
Yet his madness had paid off; he could feel that just standing in place was triggering his Elder Talent as waves of power were growing inside his Lumina Space.
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