Chapter 138: Successful
Baines sat cross-legged on the mountainside of the Ashenfall ruins, the air thick with breathable violet energy, as if the storm that birthed this place lingered in every gust.
A month ago, he’d delegated tasks to forge the Sky Destroyer and its internet system, focusing on his sixth star formation. What had taken months previously now took just a month.
The energy was palpable, swirling around him like a living current. Shaa. His aura towered, a violet pillar piercing the sky, his soul stirring as his reserves surged. The sixth star took shape, a radiant orb pulsing within his Ashen-Origin Arts.
"Phew..." Baines exhaled, opening his eyes, a flash of violet illuminating the rocky ledge as he took in the view from this point.
The violet moon hung over the ancient city below was such a sight to behold; however, its empty vista mirrored his gaze. Nothing amused him.
There, he reflected on what he had achieved in the year: his magic had reached the sixth circle, still hidden; his Ashenfall hit the sixth star; and his aura, though he hadn’t done anything about it recently, was the next in line. He’d studied Silver techniques, magic engineering, and forged his own techniques, claimed the third Solaris treasure, and opened his second vessel of gore.
He had already achieved everything for the year.
’Ralph should’ve gone far in searching for brother,’ Baines thought, longing for his family. ’Father should be with the Sable Mask bastards, and as for mother and sister, they should be with the Silent Monks.’ He nodded as a clearer plan on what to do formed.
’It won’t be long.’ With a final glance at the moon, he descended, more powerful than when he’d climbed. It was time to return outside.
At the clearing, activity buzzed.
Cores of varying sizes—some fist-sized, others as large as small boulders—glinted with compressed Ashenfall and Weapons, from rune-etched blades to ashenfall-charged spears, were stacked neatly.