The silence within the throne room was absolutely deafening. The king, queen, general, and ministers stared at the now broken roof, all unable to utter a single word. Finally, the silence was broken when one of the ministers fell to his knees and muttered, “No, it cannot be… It was meant to be a legend…. How?”This was the very same minister who, only days before, had claimed that the rumors going around were just that: rumors. But who could blame him? Who could possibly believe that such preposterous stories could be true? Who would ever believe this silly tale that in the many different kingdoms, even in the one empire, this very same figure had appeared? A masked man wearing all black clothes suddenly showing up out of nowhere without any warning, wielding a bow in the middle of the throne room. Sometimes even in the middle of festivals or other large gatherings with many powerful people. It all sounded so incredibly silly.In fact, the minister’s theory had been that the other fac

The submissions of Jake’s two latest Creations went as smoothly as always, with no real surprises. The Architect was good at forcing him to leave once the job was done, not giving him any way to glean more details than she allowed.Jake was fully aware both the transmuted Spirit Orb and the ritual itself weren’t that good as Creations, at least not by the standards of Jake being a Chosen. Sure, they were okay Creations and many would be proud of them, but nothing to write home about. In some ways, Jake had chosen to submit them not just because he wanted some diversity with his submissions, but because he wanted to improve both those aspects of his current alchemy. Especially the two of them in conjunction with one another.It would effectively allow Jake to set up far larger rituals to corrupt things. The ritual would naturally also work with his arcane affinity, and he could totally see himself laying that down for large-scale transmutation projects down the line.Anyway, with the r

"Isn’t it entirely expected a few of his Creations will be entirely hidden even from you? You know how the system is with Bloodlines,” Nature’s Attendant commented within the divine watch party living room. ”If I am correct, little Dina must also have submitted some items that were restricted when she did the House of the Architect.””She did,” the Wyrmgod confirmed. ”However, it is rare that Nevermore herself shows interest in a Creation. Much less several Creations within a short time span. My attention wasn’t truly on the Chosen of the Lifesoul Daolord, as while his methods and Path are interesting, it isn’t one I find particularly appealing. However, it seems there is more to him than I initially believed.””All Bloodlines have secrets and are irregular by definition.” Vilastromoz shrugged, fine that the topic had switched away from Jake. ”For him to have his own special means is indeed only to be expected.”The Viper wouldn’t say he was worried about how things would go in the Ho

Temlat hadn’t been home ever since the day Jake fetched him from the dystopian futuristic world he came from. He hadn’t even asked to go once. Instead, he had stuck primarily to the centaur world and the jungle world for all his training sessions.His reasoning was that he didn’t want to risk losing control of his emotions. Also, he was certain he was still wanted in his homeworld after having escaped from that noble woman on the floating island. Jake had briefly asked Temlat if he wanted him to go and check things out, but the half-elf had answered in the negative. He didn’t even want Jake to tell the lady Temlat was dead or anything like that.One of the reasons for this was his desire to protect those he actually did care about. The freedom fighting force he had been working with were the only people in that entire dystopian world he considered friends and family, and he feared getting them involved wouldn’t end well. If they knew Jake had taken Temlat in, they would want to see hi

Temlat undoubtedly had one person he hated more than anyone. An individual that represented everything he despised above all else. He despised how she was just sitting up on her floating island, staring down with mockery at the average folk beneath. She had been such a shitty person that Temlat had even awakened his innate curse affinity due to how much he hated her.This hate was felt throughout a huge part of the planet as Temlat descended upon the cloud island. The others infected by the cursed plague, even the C-grades, backed away instinctively when they saw the cloaked figure approach. Whether they sensed the dangerous energies he emanated or simply his power, Jake didn’t know.Landing on the floating island, Temlat began levitating forward. A few times, he reached out and made a guard or servant erupt in black cursed flames, rapidly consuming them. Jake made the educated guess these were servants of the mansion he hadn’t been a big fan of.Following along, Jake remained true to