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Chapter 229 Feinheath Over Seven Days (3)

Runecraft and Alchemy.

These were integral arts to development and improvement that focused on enhancing the functions of living things and those of non-living things.

Asides from the paths to power that sentient and evolved beings in Aigas depended on, these two areas of focus were also considered important.

Naturally, it could be pointed out the these two resulted from one of the paths to power.

Classes.

Blacksmiths could advance their classes, getting to become practitioners of runecraft, where they inscribed runes that gave objects different effects, both utilitarian, defensive and offensive. The same was true for Mages and Healers who could use gain the speciality of runecraft with advances in their class, though the runes would differ massively from each other and bear different effects according to the advanced class.

Alchemy was also like this with but one difference.

It only applied to Mages.

Concocting chemicals that could be used to enhance performance in living things with little to no side-effects was something only those who could interact with energies on a scale that exceeded basic utilisation could hope to achieve.

This was vastly different from strong medicinal concoction._.

This ability to specialise in something as potent as alchemy added to the value that Mages had even above other class users in the Energy Forming category.

Why were these details important?

Well, because the object that Elita held was fashioned using an extremely advanced form of runecraft that fastened instructions so intricate to an object, that it would be capable of breaking apart any existence, restructuring their body, soul and even Direction.

In other portions of reality, many would call it, a Book of Alignment.

Elita gazed at it, feeling very apprehensive, as she did on the day she received it.

The very day when she saw a screen that told her she had been acknowledged by an entity called the Voice of Worlds.

Along with this entity, came the flash of light that threw upon her this red book with a cover that held interlocking lines of small text that ran along its thick figure which radiated a cold aura.

Elita breathed out slowly.

She had no idea what this was, but it gave her the feeling that this was a crucial moment in her life.

Her choice would change her entire existence.

Her current agenda was to go out and find Revia as she believed the young lady to still be alive. Perhaps it was a lie that she told herself to keep from breaking.

Who knew?

She didn’t know for sure.

What she did know, was that she needed to try.

She couldn’t trust the Purity to prioritise her rescue what with all that was happening in Feinheath.

And so, this was her best bet.

The object she had ignored for almost ten years just because she didn’t know where it would lead her.

The Voice of Worlds was a mysterious entity on its own and it never told her any specific details. Neither did she had any actual interactions with it.

And now, the very same prompt that appeared when she had held the book for the first time, appeared.

[Would you accept the call of the power hidden within the Book of Alignment?]

A Book of Alignment.

‘I…I… I need more strength. Even with the guidance field helping me boost my stats faster than everyone else and learn skills quicker, I’m still no match for the raw talents of this world. Maybe… maybe with this then…I can make a difference…An actual difference,’ she thought, sweat appearing over her dark skin.

Soon, she firmed her resolve and…

“Yes…”

She affirmed.

Immediately after she spoke, a raging tide of energy burst from the red book and flooded into Elita like a river of illusory blood!

She gaped, her eyes opening wide as the power seeped into her mouth and eyes relentlessly, holding back her screams from the sheer amount of pain she felt during the sudden process which gave no prelude!

Elita’s body started to emit a red glow, then… the glow changed, turning purple as it encased her figure as she twitched from the flying red energy.

A full thirty seconds passed as the energy started to slowly die down, another prompt appearing afterwards when Elita slumped to her knees.

[Congratulations, you have evolved and begun anew on the path of ‘Voided Death’]

[Congratulations, you have successfully evolved into a standard ‘Voided Deathform’]

Elita opened her eyes and felt her body to be vastly different.

She felt as if…she wasn’t all there. As if she did not exist.

Weird.

What a peculiar feeling.

Amidst the confusion, she saw an emerging flash of purple light that almost blinded her for a moment.

From this light, a purple flame emerged, caused the room to emit a low rumble from its wondrous energy.

“Come,” a stern voice leaked from the flame, leaving Elita gaping again at this additional change which she hadn’t seen coming at all.

And with the coming of the voice that called to her, Elita’s body became dyed in a purple light that wrapped around her tightly, glowing brighter as in the next moment, she and the flame that spoke were gone.

***

In the thick crusts of the world to the East of Inhone City, a few miles from the settlement, a change occurred.

One that would case a disturbance.

Energy surged furiously underground, a mash of powers colliding wildly in a disorderly fashion.

The process happened too deep underground for there to be any noticeable change on the surface but one thing was for sure, not three but four powers were clashing, three already existing in this place while a fourth seemed to draw in from further East, complicating the mess even further.

A loud hum continuously thrummed with a vague reverberation, burning and crumpling the ground with a shocking intensity until finally…

A crack appeared.

Not a crack on the hard ground, but a crack in the very fabric of space.

A dark blue tint appeared around the crack, swirls of purple then dancing around the crack’s mouth like smoke as this phenomenon began to continue spreading while the influx of this mysterious energy from the East continued to gush out, fueling the crack incessantly…