Chapter 93 93: Origin Sorcerer
Since the night his steel had completed the liquidation of the Godskin Apostle to un-latch the primary entry codes of the Memory Battlefield, this comprised the absolute initial watch Lucia's consciousness had entered the sandbox through a completely passive, un-governed transit loop. However, his analytical engine rapidly isolated a massive structural anomaly—although the spatial coordinates undeniably matched the parameters of the training void, the grey starry sky arching across the high rafters of his mind had suffered an earth-shattering, cataclysmic transformation.
The colossal, blinding nebulae representing the ancient files of the Dragon King and the Dragon God still hung suspended within the upper vault, and millions of long-extinguished, cold stars remained scattered across the empty quadrants as before. But the remainder of the celestial dome was no longer locked in that desolate, lifeless stasis that had historically characterized his nights.
An immense directory of hyper-vibrant, dazzling, and multi-colored stars had violently materialized across the original void. They presented the aesthetics of magnified, floating Star Amber Nodes, their crystalline carapaces shimmering with varying wavelengths of celestial light, dozens of their coordinates venting a thick, rich signature of vital data that mirrored the properties of the Primal Amber of Life.
Furthermore, a magnificent, pristine Full Moon and a dark, abyssal Black Moon had established their stations at the absolute opposite horizons of the sky. Directly across the razor-thin geometric boundary separating their light and shadow fields, a slightly smaller, yet vastly more structurally solid indigo sphere—the Dark Moon—was faintly visible through the clouds.
"The Full Moon... the Black Moon... the Dark Moon... and millions of independent astrological nodes vibrating with active vital energy," Lucia muttered, his silver eyelashes lifting in absolute, petrified astonishment as his visors scanned the structural changes formatting his sandbox. "Identify the algorithm. What specific cosmic event re-wrote the parameters of this grid?"
Conforming to the standard operational protocols he had developed while mapping the secondary functions of the starry dome, he compressed the full weight of his expanded mental focus, projecting a massive tracking thread toward the newly materializing moons and constellations. The exact microsecond his spiritual energy brushed the crystalline crust of the stellar elements and the three lunar spheres, Lucia's features suffered a violent, sharp distortion.
Across that microsecond of metric contact, his nervous system had explicitly, un-reservedly intercepted the distinct data signatures of Living Consciousness Blocks operating within the network!
Those amber-like constellations appeared to enclose thousands of individual human and non-human consciousness streams commanding varying degrees of strategic intelligence. Although their raw energetic volume scored mathematically inferior to his own sovereign output, they projected a steady, pulsing cadence of vital life force that perfectly mimicked the physical beating of an organic heart. What struck a vastly more terrifying chord across his processors was the reality that the three moons concurrently broadcast distinct fluctuations of ancient, active consciousness—and the latent cosmic voltage radiating from their crusts was in no way inferior to the parameters his own avatar clutched while operating under the full stat multipliers of the battlefield!
What manner of entities occupy those coordinates? Three independent Vital Masters whose raw spiritual focus matches or explicitly overrides the peak metrics of an ascended capital demigod?
Devoid of a single microsecond of adolescent hesitation, Lucia deployed the absolute mass of his spiritual treasury to construct an un-assailable, permanent Sovereign Psychic Mesh directly beneath the lower atmosphere of the sky—enforcing a hard quarantine protocol to insulate his center against any potential back-end intrusion—before checking his system menus to verify he could execute a normal, un-hindered exit transit back to reality.
It was only after his internal diagnostic sweep confirmed there existed zero structural corruptions across the Memory Battlefield's baseline architecture, his data panels, or his own somatic indicators, that the Prince of Farum Azula finally allowed his respirations to drop back to baseline compliance, calming the frequencies of his mind to carefully dissect the layout.
"The celestial nodes broadcast an permanent vital fluctuation, yet they record zero spontaneous activity metrics or independent intent to lunge across the field. In other words... the absolute command to initiate a diplomatic or combat contact rests entirely clutched within my own gauntlet?"
Lucia, safely insulated behind the multi-layered parameters of his psychic barrier, condensed his spiritual output into a fine alchemical sieve, slowly brushing his perception through the gaps separating the stars and the three moons. As the sensory proximity tightened, the vital signals vibrating from those celestial bodies grew sharper, cleaner, and increasingly legible across his ledger, yet they consistently preserved a passive, compliant stance, generating zero irregular movements across the sandbox.
Following a sequence of unsuccessful diagnostic probes, Lucia finally locked a definitive strategic resolution into his matrix—he would attempt to establish a direct communication link with a newly formed star, employing the identical mental-tethering methodology that had historically enabled him to unpack the files of the demigods. After all, so long as his consciousness remained anchored within the structural rules of the Memory Battlefield, his system was legally protected by an absolute defensive ceiling; his modern cheat codes possessed the capacity to preserve his life-readouts even if the interface wove a combat script against an entity of the Elden Beast's caliber.
His silver eyes slowly tracked a deliberate trajectory across the vast celestial vault, finally halting his focus to pin a pale blue star nesting along the absolute western shelf of the sky.
That specific node was slightly grander in its dimensions than the sister constellations clustering around its perimeter; its blinking frequency and the raw mana waves expanding from its core out-registered the neighboring data, yet its gross volume remained infinitely inferior to the crushing majesty defining the three moons. Both its research value and its calculated safety margins scored within an entirely acceptable risk register.
Prince Lucia drew a deep, grounding breath, balancing his internal energetic channels to their peak operational readiness, before projecting a hyper-concentrated column of pure spiritual focus straight through the gray void to strike the azure star.
At that exact watch of the clock, thousands of miles away from the limestone arches of the Royal Capital, deep within the rain-drenched spires of the Raya Lucaria Academy of Sorcery.
A young female sorceress commanding an exceptionally sharp, delicate countenance, her features framed by dark midnight hair and deep black pupils, was meticulously monitoring the geometric refractions of a masterwork Star Amber Core that had been heavily saturated with raw mana currents. Her right hand rapidly mobilized a silver quill, scratching non-stop lines of alchemical data across a vast sheet of dry parchment.
As the crystalline surfaces of the amber flickered and shifted their color configurations under her spells, the velocity of her transcription scaled to an exponential register. Her fingers moved with a blinding, lightning-fast kinetic cadence, until her handwriting collapsed into a jumbled, near-illegible mass of dense astrological notations and interconnected tangles.
Suddenly, a blinding, solar-bright explosion of pure energy violently erupted from the core of the Star Amber, instantaneously transmuting the node's default azure coloration into a brilliant, golden yellow hue that perfectly replicated the signature of a Primal Amber of Life—yet that magnificent, vital radiance sustained its compliance for a mere microsecond. Before the sorceress's quill could formulate the initial line of data to log the transition, the molecular matrix of the amber shattered with a sharp, dry pop, the entire priceless node disintegrating into a powerless heap of grey, calcified dust particles across the desk.
BANG!
Her small fist violently slammed down against the oak lab table, her fingers reaching up to rub her temples in a gesture of profound, bitter frustration as an annoyed hiss escaped her lips. "The identical bottleneck... every solitary iteration of the math yields the duplicate error!"
"If our casting circles remain mathematically incapable of binding a living vital spark inside the matrix of a Star Amber Core, the alchemical stabilization of a true Star-Child Core remains an absolute material impossibility—and the resurrection of the Primeval Current is erased from the active ledger of this age. If the equations refuse to clear that wall, what specific purpose is served by my continuous labor within these spires?"
The young sorceress sat motionless before her research apparatus, her skull dropped into her palms like a silent, sorrowful marble monument. After an un-mapped season of time had bled off the clock, her shoulders finally shifted; her hand un-latched a side drawer that had been tightly sealed by three independent layers of high-grade Carian lock sorceries, extracting a heavily weathered, dust-laden manuscript from the velvet depth.
"In the final accounting... does the registry contain zero alternative methods beyond the execution of this specific heresy?" A bitter, dark smile wove across her lips. "The simple act of turning these pages over within my thoughts is sufficient to drop a freezing chill straight into my marrow."
Yet, the exact watch her fingers brushed the leather cover of the restricted text, the broken fragments of the calcified Star Amber resting across the table suddenly ignited with a clear, piercing, and terrifyingly dense azure starlight. A grand, monumental cosmic will that her sensory network had never encountered across her existence rose up from the dust like a gargantuan leviathan violently leaping from the dark center of an uncharted ocean, followed a millisecond later by a crushing, cataclysmic wave of pure spiritual focus that roared through the laboratory like a tsunami!
The young sorceress registered a sudden, absolute blackout tracking her optical paths, her consciousness failing as her knees hit the stone.
The exact watch her eyelids blinked back open, the sight formatting her vision filled her internal processors with a state of absolute, petrified shock and un-mitigated terror.
She was standing within a vast, boundless starry vault where the cosmic mechanics of structural destruction and sidereal rebirth were intricately interwoven across the clouds. The infinite ground stretching beneath her slippers scored as black as a total eclipse, and the three titanic moons hung suspended within the absolute deep of the heavens, flanked by those magnificent, blinding nebulae—even her own intellect, which was universally celebrated across the academy for its near-encyclopedic knowledge of astrological history, and had already authorized her ascension as the youngest senior professor governing the faculty, could not prevent an extreme, crushing sense of biological humility from paralyzing her center when locked against a macrocosm of this scale.
Mortal humans—and specifically the un-bound identity of an individual human operator—scored as an insignificantly thin metric beneath a starry sky of this density, mimicking a solitary speck of dust drifting through a void. Whether their minor names cleared the cradle or suffered an absolute liquidation from the ledger altered zero parameters governing the eternal transit lines of the stars.
Could this specific coordinate comprise the fabled, restricted starry sky existing far beyond the atmosphere of the Lands Between... the primordial void where the light of the Erdtree is mathematically incapable of projecting its grace?
The sorceress forced her focus away from the blinding starlight arrays, her eyes desperately attempting to parse the immediate coordinates to map her terrain. The exact watch her vision settled onto an open space clearing the gray sand a dozen paces ahead, her pupils violently dilated to their absolute limit.
Silently, a dark, heavy, and monumental stone council table had materialized across the sand. A faint, blurred, and entirely indistinct silhouette—whose facial features remained completely un-mapped by her tracking networks—was seated calmly at the far end of the marble, his chin resting casually across his clasped hands, his eyes executing an un-blinking watch over her movements with an unmistakable, highly amused curiosity.
"The Primeval Sorceress, Sellen... do my archives read your signature correctly?"
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