Chapter 703
After ten minutes of staring at the second mythic item of that day, Ben finally spoke up.
“I absolutely hate this thing.”
“Ben!” Thera hissed as she elbowed him, far more aware of the priests in the room, even as the one in charge laughed.
“A not uncommon reaction from those who study it, even if most aren’t so honest about their feelings,” The worm-person and a member of Wedrow’s race chuckled. “Unfortunately, with its maker gone and our surviving pantheon not privy to its secrets, we have no idea what it might be or what it's used for. Vovovnata’s final masterpiece eludes us to this day.”
Another one Quilith had told him about, the item in question was a sphere that floated in the air at his eye level, its length going from his torso to his head and was otherwise entirely incomprehensible to him.
His eyes could tell it was a high mythic item but that was it. He couldn’t see any sort of magic or power on it, only perceiving its shape and the red sheen it held, with the answer as to why that was the case apparent at least as he reached his arm out and it passed through without issue. The item was somehow out of phase with the rest of the universe.
Or at least that was his assumption, as much as it annoyed him he didn’t actually know and likely never would unless he somehow grew to a third-tier space mage despite the limitations of his soul to see if he could interact with it on a deeper level.
But why wish for the impossible? Maybe if Jake or Uriel manage to awaken to that tier then I can take advantage of them for a bit for some experiments, but… Ugh, yeah, this is wholly unsatisfying.
Neither his nor Thera’s magic could touch it and if it really was somehow not in line with the standard universe, that might explain why his mana sense wasn’t able to pick anything up from it, even if that left the incomprehensible issue of how his eyes were perceiving anything either, but despite the fact he had to call it his loss as he failed to get anything worthwhile from it, he still had one question.