Chapter 94: Affinity fusion
It had been two weeks since Percy and Nesha settled on the name of their product, and progress had been steady.
Nesha had already reached out to the Asclepius House and hired the Agent. She’d also narrowed down the potential customers to three, having promised to finalize her decision and send the letters by tomorrow at the latest.
Meanwhile, Percy had focused on brewing. Granted, he’d initially lacked the contribution points to purchase the sheer volume of materials necessary – over 40 doses of the regular elixirs per day! Luckily, Nesha had chipped in, buying him the ingredients through the Agent. They both knew they’d make everything back a dozen times over once the sales kicked off anyway.
But none of that was on his mind today.
Estimating he’d prepared enough Aurora Dew to start their upcoming venture, Percy was free to take another day off alchemy. He wanted to practice his magic some more while he still had time to spare. So, he found himself standing atop a softly glowing mushroom once again, the fantastical landscape around him humming with latent energy. Shimmering motes fell lazily from the fungal fronds above, painting his surroundings in all sorts of colours. And another unfortunate wasp grazed carelessly a few paces ahead, the loud buzz of its wings betraying its location no less than its oversized visage did.
‘First, let’s see how far I can push my spells now…’
Percy took a deep breath, the cool, earthy scents of the Spire mixing with the sharper tang of magic in the air. He activated Circulation with both cores, feeling the familiar rush of mana flooding his channels with power. But he didn’t stop there. Having grown a little more accustomed to Synchronization since first discovering it, he could now activate it a bit more quickly. Though keeping it up for long was still difficult.
The moment the technique took effect, he gathered both types of mana in his hands, manifesting his tools. A layer of pure mana formed a pair of gloves. At the same time, the soul mana coalesced into the shape of silver sickles, the ethereal glint of their curved blades resembling crescent moons. Meanwhile the bug darted erratically in the distance, only now spotting Percy, the undeniable pressure he exerted finally revealing his presence.
‘I guess you drew the short end of the stick today pal…’