Chapter 472: Creation Magic (1)
“Aaaarghhh...!!!”
Yula’s scream echoed across the battlefield. Her shoulder twisted and disintegrated into nothingness, a void consuming the very space where her flesh had once been.
“No... What kind of magic is this?” The Third God stared in disbelief at Karyl, clutching his staff tightly.
“Narh Di Maug had once dreamed of claiming the Divine Throne,” Karyl began, his voice steady as he watched Yula stagger. “Within his lair, he conducted endless experiments—Chimeras, synthetic beings, and even Rael Stallen, an artificial human. He did all of that for the sake of one thing—creation.”
Karyl took slow, deliberate steps toward Yula, her disarrayed figure the focus of his gaze.
“Creation...” Karyl went on. “He believed it to be the ultimate manifestation of a god’s essence. To him, it was the only true testament of divinity.”
Indeed, the Platinum Dragon’s lair had been littered with remnants of his failed experiments—elves, humans, and countless other hybrids that had borne silent witness to his ambitions.
“Still, Narh Di Maug was no god. He was merely a dragon, a creature of limited means. Bereft of Divine Power, he sought to replicate it, replacing the void with a fusion of mana and elemental power. He aimed to breach the domain of creation.”
It had been a reckless gamble. Even with Rasis, who possessed light akin to Yula’s, the act of creating something from nothing was the epitome of uncertainty.
“His failures were evident,” Karyl said, gesturing broadly. “The piles of corpses in his lair spoke volumes. And yet, his quest for divinity didn’t end with himself. He sought salvation through his creations, believing they might unlock the secrets to Divine Power.”
Karyl’s expression darkened.
“That’s why his lair became a charnel house, a mass grave filled with the corpses of humans, elves, and dwarves alike. His desperation led to a grotesque spectacle.”