Chapter 255: We need more coals?
Irwin struck the Gneisian Ore and instantly felt the massive resistance contained in the tiny chunk of ore. His hammer skidded off it with a screech while thin, sharp waves of soulforce zipped out of it. They moved faster than most other soulforce waves he had seen, and as they hit things, they rebounded back off.
Those that hit him felt like tiny jabs, almost as if someone was poking his own soulforce.
"There's soulforce in there," he said, eyebrows raised.
The last time he'd struck anything with soulforce had been the Purperion, and now he understood Ambraz. The thin lines held a surprisingly high and condensed amount of soulforce, and if the Ganvil could absorb that…
"Definitely, it has incredible tensile strength and naturally draws ambient soulforce inside," Larambi said.
Irwin hummed and struck the Gneisian ore again. This time, his hammer didn't skid off, and he even saw some of the soulforce lines strike his hammer before rebounding off.
I wonder if I could use this to make a growth-type card increase in power fast, he thought as he frowned.
"Isn't it a waste to use something so valuable for something like this?" he asked, glancing at Larambi.
The man pulled on his beard. "Valuable, yes, but not exactly rare. Well, it is rare, but the Monarchs accumulated a nice supply and have designed that this is how we spent a portion of it. If you really want to use it properly, you need to be able to stop the soulforce from just randomly shooting out. However, don't even bother with that now. It's something we teach in fourth year class to those we think have the ability to do so."
Irwin looked at him for a few moments longer, then nodded as he refocused on the curious piece of ore.
Purperion, Gneisian ore… I wonder how many more super rare metals there are, he thought.
For the next ten minutes, he continued striking the ore, trying to see if he could somehow contain the soulforce while searching for what he was actually purifying. He had flattened it somewhat now, but none of the familiar crust had formed. Was he doing something wrong?