189: More Daemon?
189: More Daemon?
Elvira glanced at him, eyes glinting.
“Yes, my beloved.
Seem your understanding on magic keep getting better.” Ben snorted softly.
“What, you thought I’d stay clueless forever?” He leaned closer to the table.
“So what’s the end goal here?” “A more stable energy.
Easier to control,” she said, voice turning serious.
“After our fight with the Magus, I started experinting, studying how he shaped his spells.” She tapped her finger again, The projection above the table change, forming a new image.
A dragon, Made entirely of lightning.
It moved through the air above the table, its long body crackling with flowing arcs of current.
Each flap of its wings sent ripples of blue and white through the room, casting flickering shadows on the walls.
It twisted, dove, roared, a deep, and then, with a sharp beat of its wings, the dragon climbed high above the projection’s imaginary sky.
Elvira raised her hand, eyes glowing faintly, and snapped her fingers.
The lightning dragon exploded into a breathtaking shower of sparks.
Dozens of arcs split off like fireworks, lighting around the room before vanishing in soft sizzles of light.
Ben stared at the fading trails, his arms slowly dropping to his sides.
“…Damn,” he muttered.
“That projection is made of electricity?” Elvira smiled, a little smug.
“Yes.” She turned back to the crystal, but not before giving him a sidelong glance.
“And that was the simple version.
Now imagine if we transform this empyrean crystal to produce electricity.
The potential will be limitless.” Despite the strength being lower than aether, this doesn’t an it’s all worse.
Soti having more control is better than brute force.
With precise accuracy, she could create complicated magic circuit that give out to many effect.
What once took multiple spells and ritual setup, she could now accomplish with a single touch, by embedding instructions directly into the formula.
There’s another reason she dig deep into this.
She want to replicate what she learn from Ben mories.
For example signal, internet network.
Electricity-based communication that didn’t rely on mana, which ant no traceable spell signature, no magical interference, and no way for another mage to hijack or eavesdrop on the signal the way they could with mana-tuned communication.
And than the thing she want to made the most is a computer.
A machine that could process commands, run calculations, simulate magical interactions, and automate entire fields of magical study.
Sothing that could handle vast libraries of data, filter out noise, and run predictive algorithms based on magical structures.
Magic can achieve many thing, even creating behavior based on trigger for Golem.
But doing calculation is not one of it.
Mages did everything in their own heads.
Formulas, energy flow models, spell equations.
They morized, intuited, or brute-forced their way through.
The stronger the mage, the faster they could think.
But it was still on individual, and that ant limits.
With a computer, Elvira could remove those limits.
And more importantly, she could scale.
If one machine wasn’t enough to match a mage’s processing speed, what about ten?
What about a hundred, all linked together, working in harmony, running layered calculations while she control everything?
The possibilities weren’t just exciting, they were infinite.
Ben blinked, caught sowhere between admiration and disbelief.
He’d seen how powerful magic could be, but he’d never expected this, a future where computers didn’t just fit into magical society, but enhanced it.
He smirked faintly.
“All that… and I might finally get to play gas again.” Elvira gave him a look over her shoulder.
“That’s your takeaway?” “Hey,” he said with a shrug, “don’t underestimate the power of well-tid entertainnt.
You’re building the future, I just want my old toys back.” But then his tone shifted.
Serious.
Focused.
With a smooth motion, he lifted his hand and poured a thin stream of mana into the air.
Lines glowed as he drew the symbol Zarnak had shown him.
“What do you think of this?” Ben asked.
“Looks familiar, doesn’t it?
I’ve seen sothing like it before.
I swear… it feels like it’s used to summon a daemon.” Elvira turned, her gaze locking onto the symbol.
The light from the projection reflected in her eyes, cold and calculating.
“It does resemble one,” she murmured, stepping closer.
“But it’s not one we found from the magus.
The structure is different.
Like it was made from the third epoch” Ben frowned.
“But daemons?
I thought they were mand made, just how could they summon them?” Elvira didn’t answer right away.
Her fingers moved through the glowing lines, tracing its flow.
“Aether,” she said at last.
Ben raised an eyebrow.
“What about it?” “We barely understand it,” she said, tone thoughtful, quiet.
“We know it co from higher level of plane.
We draw on it through spells, channel it through focus, but what if it’s not one sided pathway?” She paused.
“When a daemon dies, what happens to its soul?” Ben said nothing.
“We assu it vanishes,” Elvira continued, “but what if it doesn’t?
What if a piece slips through into the aether?
Gets trapped.
Changes.
Learns to exist there?” Ben’s eyes darkened slightly.
He already know one high ranking daemon surive, and so of them were sealed.
But this… If what Elvira say is right, that an all Daemon still exist and can be summoned back.
“You’re saying all the daemon surive in that higher palne.” Elvira nodded slowly.
“Or at least, so do.
Maybe not all.
Maybe just the strongest.
But if soone figures out how to trace their aetheric imprint… summon them back…” She didn’t finish the thought.
Ben stared at the glowing symbol in silence.
For a mont, the air around it felt colder.
“…Then we cannot let them succeed.” he said quietly.
Elvira folded her arms, still eyeing the rune.
“Where did you find this?” “Around the city,” Ben replied.
“Zarnak’s scouts picked it up near the ravine fork.
I think soone’s planning to use Krahal-Zir as their testing ground.” Elvira’s eyes narrowed.
“That’s weird.
Summoning sothing like this… it would take a lot of power.
Either a massive mana source or using aether.” She walked a slow circle around the symbol, tapping a finger against her lips.
“What are they planning to use as fuel?
There’s no magic crystal mine around this city.”
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