Mythshaper

Chapter 63: Body Forging

With our class suspending earlier than usual, we wasted no time in returning, already having a plan for our afternoon study. Eran and I crept down the familiar road, a narrow path that cut through the barren mountain fields. Summer was in its full splendour, with occasional ashen storms that had left the fields more desolate than they usually were.

While the ashes carried over by the storms made the land fertile for cultivation, no farmers were audacious enough to go against the natural order and plant crops during late summer and the entirety of fall, since a single ashen storm could raze all their hard work to waste in a mere night.

My thoughts, however, were not on the plight of the farmers. They kept returning to the wands Shaper Ao had utilised during the duel, especially the one which helped him with levitation and weaving kinetic force. Essentially, my bracelet dealt with similar enchantments; however, Mum had made it to be the ultimate defensive artifact. It was practically impossible to employ it for any other use.

Shaper Ao’s wand barely had a fraction of its complexity. Yes, its craftsmanship was different compared to conventional fabricators, but I felt like I could make something similar that would help me with levitation.

The few minutes of exercise with flying had proved exorbitant for me in my current state, whether in essence expenditure or Will. But that didn’t mean I would have to wait long to have my dream of flying fulfilled.

I could certainly craft something with a high essence cell, so that it wouldn’t burn my own essence at all. Gradually, a rough design began to form in my mind. My feet faltered on the path, eyes adrift, though looking at nothing in particular.

The rune formation should be easy to design. The problem would be grafting it into an object. Since it would need to carry my weight—which was only going to increase from now on—I would need a large rune formation, something I couldn’t carve on a small object with my current ability. Preferably, it needed to be something with a wide, flat surface of at least four or five square feet.

“... you hearing me?”

My thoughts were interrupted soon enough, as I found Eran waving his palm before my eyes.

“What?”

As usual, he didn’t carry any belongings other than his shield and duelling cane; his notebooks and other utensils were in my bag.