Looking at the cocoon, Vicente made a gesture of thanks. "Old ghost, you helped a lot. I thank you for that."
"There is nothing to thank for, my master. As your slave, I'm ready to die for you."
"Still, I'm not ungrateful to those who help , whether out of duty or free will." Vicente didn't change his mind, feeling he had benefited greatly. "Old spirit, do you have a na?"
"This one was called Torne. But the master has all the autonomy to call whatever he wants."
"Old Torne, can you tell what happened? How did I force you to beco my slave?" Vicente asked.
"That, of course, was the second magical form of the master. The master is the new holder of the Throne of Darkness, the highest magical form there is on the Dark Path!" The spirit said enthusiastically, feeling happy to be able to serve Vicente.
If Vicente had shown the ghost his throne earlier, he wouldn't have dared to attack this human and would have asked him to follow him. Even without the master-slave relationship they currently had, the ghost would have been proud to be at the side of the 'son of darkness.'
Hearing the ghost's words, Vicente narrowed his eyes. "Throne what?"
He had never heard of the Throne of Darkness, but what worried him the most were the last words of the ghost, the Dark Path.
The Dark Path was powerful. But its followers were usually madn, serial killers, genocidaires, in short, the kind of people you would want to stay away from or kill if you had the chance.
The whole world hated and persecuted Dark Path magicians, so it was not easy to have a Magic Gem associated with it.
Torne explained. "Yes, the Throne of Darkness is the opposite version of the Throne of Light, the two thrones that control the elents of Darkness and Light, respectively.
These are supre magical forms that have only appeared seven tis in history, with the Throne of Darkness appearing only once, while its counterpart has appeared six tis.
However, due to the high rank of these magical forms, they are not inherited within a lineage. The mana of the world chooses those who will receive these powers according to their affinity. In other words, it's not sothing you're born with. It's sothing you gain recognition for, master.
You have been recognized sohow, which is why your second magical form is the dreaded Throne of Darkness!"
Vicente's mouth fell open when he heard these words, not knowing whether to be happy or desperate.
"This will be a challenge..." He sighed, showing Torne his concern. "I never thought I'd have to live as a magician of the Dark Path."
"My master, do not be deceived by the limited view humans have of the magic world. Darkness is just another elent in our world. There is no harm in having this elent. On the contrary, it's a great honor." He defended his side.
"I know darkness is powerful, but its consequences..." Vicente muttered.
"My master, forgive my boldness, but it is a fallacy to say that there are negative consequences to the Dark Path. No dark magician has ever lost control of themselves because of their elents.
Elents are not creations made for our powers, but rather, our powers are consequences of the existence of elents.
Elents are essential to the way the world works. Without them, the world would be chaotic and probably cease to exist. But with the elents, the world is constantly renewed.
With light, living things develop. With darkness, living things perish.
Night and day, life and death, darkness and light. These are necessary parts of the existence of the world.
While light is behind healing and magical developnt, darkness is behind death, decay, etc. In other words, the elent of darkness is not necessarily evil.
Unfortunately, limited magicians associate darkness with vile attitudes because the wielders of darkness are very powerful, and their powers are usually very effective at killing."
Listening to the spirit's eloquent words, Vicente couldn't help but find a certain logic in Torne's lines. "But many of the Dark Path ended crazy."
"Because of their own greed. The darkness itself doesn't influence anyone to be this or that, my master. You are the best example of this. Even though you can't actively use your powers, the darkness has been in you since you awakened your powers. But do you go mad and crave soone's blood for it?"
Vicente narrowed his eyes, unable to argue with his slave's words.
"No, of course not. Because elents don't affect their users, elents give powers, and those powers may or may not corrupt those who use them, but that depends on the ntality of their users.
A ntally weak person will naturally beco a piece of shit if they get access to supre power. But supre power is nothing more than a weapon that can be used for good, evil, or whatever."
"I see. Thank you for your words, old Torne. You have much experience." Vicente reassured himself about his second magical form, understanding that darkness was no different from his weapons.
"With the supre power over darkness, the master will rule this world!" Torne said excitedly.
"I don't want to rule the world. But if this power is useful for to reach the pinnacle of magic, I will use it without regret!"
"Hahaha, great, my master, great!
I hope I can accompany you on your journey to supremacy. Please, master, let this poor spirit help you at least on the first part of your journey.
Unfortunately, I'm not strong. But I have a lot of knowledge."
"Hmm, I hope you advise well, old Torne. But first of all, how long has it been since I arrived at The Vile Altar?"
"The Vile Altar, huh?" Torne thought of that old na and replied to Vicente. "The master arrived at this old place about 11 hours ago."
"11 hours? Shit, I won't have ti to prepare! The damned Mages can arrive at any mont!" Vicente changed his expression and left his consciousness space to open his eyes in the dark chamber.
'Does the master have an appointnt?' Torne realized sothing was wrong and asked Vicente in the young man's mind.
"I ca here to face so troubleso enemies. Unfortunately, I didn't have ti to prepare myself, and now they can arrive at any mont." Vicente muttered.
As he spoke, Vicente quickly began to manipulate the tals around him, as Torne had destroyed his armor earlier by throwing him from side to side.
As Vicente began to form a new suit of armor, Torne noticed sothing on his master's neck.
'That... This is... Cataclysm Moon Pendant!' He shouted into Vicente's mind, catching the young Fuller's attention.
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