Book 14: Chapter 16
Blood didn’t make up the entirety of mana. Mana was a necessity for elves, but something humans couldn’t comprehend no matter how they tried. Mana used blood in an elf’s body as a medium to travel, and it maintained the functions within an elf’s body. Mana was also the reason elves were immune to humanity’s illnesses, the reason for their longer lifespan in addition to the reason they can utilise magic.
Mana was formless, invisible and without an odour; however, it genuinely existed in this world and was stored within the body of elves. Therefore, it could escape their body along with their blood. Needless to say, it could also be released via magic deployment. The reason dark elves were dark elves was because they stole mana from other elves in order to purify their mana. They used a magical formation to extract the mana from an individual’s body. The Galadriel Tribe had a grasp on the magic technique, which meant Vyvyan could also employ it.
The magic formation before Vyvyan emitted a dangerous red light from the ground. She could faintly see a trail running along the ground, through the Earth and reappearing in the forest. It then flowed to the centre of Duargana and extended its reach beyond. If one were to look down from above with a bird’s-eye view, one would see Duargana enclosed in a five-corner star magic formation after the trail appeared. The magic formation enclosed Duargana, and the red trails that created the five-corner star connected the magic formation together. Visibly, then, it created a thin red light from atop Duargana.
If you drew the formation on a victim then drew your body onto a formation, the victim’s mana collected in the body of the one who harmed the victim. That was the magic transfer formation. The method wouldn’t kill the victim; however, it’d leave them in an extremely weakened state due to inadequate mana levels. Hence, the user wouldn’t kill with it. That explained why the Galadriel Tribe, a tribe of dark elves, became the strongest elves without requiring blood.
From the Galadriel Tribe’s perspective, killing people to extract their blood was a pointless endeavour, for the reason that keeping them to infinitely absorb their mana was the best strategy. That was why Vyvyan used five of those magic formations to situate Duargana underneath her formation, basically locating everyone below the formation where she consumed magic. The catch was she didn’t intend to draw the recipient formation on herself.
Vyvya destroyed the entire Tower of Heaven. She tore apart the so-called God with her bare hands. He didn’t look so mighty. Perhaps it was also because he never expected her to attack him. Actually, with over ten years of tempering, she had tempered her mana to the point it was the same as a pure-blue flame. Killing gods was a matter of choice to Vyvyan. God was just a body of mana. It wasn’t hard to defeat him as long as she knew how to counter him.
Vyvyan was in incredible pain due to consuming God’s mana. She finally learnt the reason she had to first give up a body of flesh to become a god. It was because she didn’t know what to do with the surge of mana. Her eyes couldn’t turn back to blue. She completely awoke her dark elf blood.
Slaughter, mana and destruction motivated dark elves. Nobody could maintain a perfect soul after killing. Would elves who lost their conscience and soul still have anything they needed to protect? Vyvyan was different to ordinary dark elves, though. She wasn’t an aimless walking being. She abandoned her soul and conscience her son’s sake. She gave up the throne the Galadriel Tribe had occupied for centuries and even the denizens she once loved. Obviously, she saw all of those things as trivial things. She could give up anything as long as she could have her son. She could kill one person, ten people and even a city of people. She was willing to do anything to have her son.
Vyvyan peered at the sky. The sun was setting. She was done with her task for the day. She had plans to become a god, but she sort of lost control, and that was the state of affairs. She figured it was fine, nevertheless. She absorbed his blood, granting her sufficient mana to draw the formations. She could provide her son with an entire city’s population’s mana, and Duargana’s people would never wither. Her son could return to normal as long as she drew the formation on her son’s body.