Book 2, Chapter 212 (1/2)
To Return Home
Bloodline abilities had been studied extensively in Norland. They did not pop out of thin air, instead drawing power based on the wielder’s class. For a warrior that was energy and for mage mana, but there were other options like astral power, fire, and moonforce. This absorbed power was then mutated into the ability, be it powerful or useless. That was why only a lucky few had the gift to be born with them. Most people unlocked abilities as they grew in level.
Those like Richard, possessing multiple bloodlines that could grant abilities, were often met with the quandary of choice. The more they used one of their bloodlines, the more it would develop. With time, it would grow to dominate the rest.
Richard allowed his mind to still once more, his soul force gradually spreading out. The mana within his body started to radiate outside, seemingly sensing something.
With the mana rippling out from his silent sea of consciousness, it revealed the occasional ray of blue astral light nearby. These rays were trapped by the mana, pulled into his body to slightly strengthen him. This light immediately dissolved once it entered his body, but it turned a small portion of his mana blue.
This was the beginning portion of Sharon’s unique meditation technique, the Deepblue Fantasy. This method allowed one to sense rays of astral light that held unknown properties, not using elemental mana. This blue energy was somewhat similar to astral power, but it wasn’t exactly the same. Outside of the ability to substitute for all other kinds of mana, Richard hadn’t been able to find any of its unique strengths yet.
Richard had only begun to use the Deepblue Fantasy after he advanced to level 10. Every ray he caught was equivalent to a tenth of a point of mana. He could normally capture anywhere from one to three rays for every hour of meditation, making the technique thrice as fast as any ordinary methods. These details were proof of how rich the Deepblue’s inheritance was.
Meditation was not easy. Richard found it difficult to enter the depths of his mind, which was why he only managed to find a single astral ray within the hour. On top of that, his Archeron bloodline suddenly grew boisterous the moment it entered him, absorbing the power quickly!
This was the first time his bloodline was absorbing power of its own accord. All of a sudden it flashed an image in his mind, one that was extremely familiar to him: a fragment of the future scenes he had witnessed due to the divine grace. It was an image of Sharon, her body floating in the boundless void.
Richard abruptly opened his eyes, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The crimson liquid did not even make it to the floor, vapourising the moment it spurted out!
*Bang!* The door to his room was suddenly pushed open; Flowsand had darted in from next door, barely in time to see the wisp of bloody mist. She couldn’t help but cry out, “What’s wrong?”
ome shuffling sounds rang out, and Waterflower and Phaser charged in as well, in that order. They were both closely connected to Richard’s soul, and immediately sensed him wavering. This distress was like a haze that stretched out to push them down, as if about to devour the entire world in a moment.
Richard swayed, suddenly feeling fatigued and weak. He couldn’t help but lean into Flowsand’s embrace, looking pale as he closed his eyes and said gently, “I’m… I’m fine. I… I just want to go home.”
Seeing the blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth, Flowsand hugged him tightly, “We will! We’ll go back very soon! What’s wrong with you? Don’t… don’t scare me!”
She tried to wipe the blood off his face, but her ice-cold hands were shaking. She only managed to smear the bloodstains further.