Chapter 18: Birth Of A Legend
In the heart of the abyss, a boy lay unconscious, suspended in midair like a broken marionette.
His chest bore a gaping hole, two curved horns pierced through his skull, and a faint twisting hole burned on his abdomen.
The cave trembled slightly under the pressure of the mana and force that permeated the space.
Arthur’s head rested gently on a pair of soft, warm mounds, not that he could feel them.
Syr’Nathira Val Archaian cradled Arthur in her arms.
Her golden hair shimmered like molten gold, and her crimson eyes flowed like a pool of blood.
"You always seem to surprise me, dear disciple, even when you played this world like a console game," she muttered, brushing her fingers against his chest.
The blood that flowed through the ancient seal.
That was the name of the mana source Arthur had absorbed.
Since it was already refined energy, it was able to enter his body.
But the backlash of absorbing a primordial energy, combined with the fact that he awakened an SSS-rank talent and performed his tether ceremony on the altar, made his energy go wild.
"What a troublesome disciple," Nathira whispered. "You came to save your master, and now you need her help."