Chapter 711: The Golden Ticket & The Grimoire
Adam tucked his fingers around his chin, the corner of his lips rising.
The guardian of the archipelago, indebted to Qing’s ancestor, was a golden ticket. He dismissed his original infiltration plans; this was far better.
’Who would have thought Qing’s ancestor was such a big shot?’ His smile broadened. ’The guardian can surely smuggle Misha and me in as well. No, things are always the same, no matter the realm. I must prepare something she can’t refuse.’
He stared at the serpentine creature on Alistair’s chest. What could such an ancient creature need? Nothing common, certainly. Perhaps crafting an item, something unprecedented, would pique her interest. He tilted his head, then shook it. ’I’ll ask Misha and the others tomorrow morning.’
Eyes sparkling and wondering what dream magic could do, he recalled Luna’s ability to dream of herself in the real world. The sixteen dream places she created were also mysteries he had always wanted to crack.
Eager for answers, he flipped to the next page, Alistar’s words flowing.
"Our affinity is second only to mana in versatility. Most of what you can imagine is possible if you meet the right conditions. For example, my mother specialised in placating minds by exploring her patients’ nightmares, which are generated by their subconscious fears or traumas. My father could enchant runic staves in his dreams."
"Unlike them, I pushed our magic to the limits. I could weave material of my tier or below from my dreams. A useful ability I’ve recorded at the end of the grimoire. But a word of warning: weaving something from nothing costs more than mana. You need the firmest mind and control the process perfectly, or injuring your magic circuits will be the least of your worries—you can lose your life. This ability must remain a secret. Wealth is both a blessing and a curse, depending on whether you can protect it or let scavengers feed on your bones."
Adam covers his lips, his breath growing labored. With a gulp, he pushed down the eager roar clawing at his throat. Instead, it exploded in his shaken mind.