Supreme Magus

?Chapter 3257 Getting Creative (Part 2)

Solus didnʼt reply to the Chronicler, uncertain about what to do.

ʼIf I heal myself, I can try to escape but I would also waste precious energy and allow the Yggdrasill to torture me again. If I donʼt, however, thereʼs only so much I can do.ʼ The stone ring was chipped and cracked and her four limbs were still broken.

ʼScrew it. Without a host, I canʼt escape. I canʼt even match a single Chronicler

Maʼshol sent a tendril of Spirit Magic to retrieve the ring but Solus stopped it with her own. The Chronicler clicked her tongue in annoyance and bent over to pick up the ring. She was halfway up after collecting it when Solus had the ring manifest its full weight. The elf fell forward, her hand crushed between the cellʼs floor and the stone ring.

As the stone ring dug through Maʼsholʼs flesh Solus activated the Bleed to feed upon the Chroniclerʼs life force and restore her energy reserves.

”Fool!” The elf cut her hand off at the wrist and the stump immediately stopped bleeding, her flesh mending itself.

A new hand made of Yggdrasill wood sprouted out of the wrist, turning into flesh and bones as soon as it was completely formed.

”Did you really think that would work? We Chroniclers are at one with the Tree!” Maʼsholʼs Yggdrasill staff shapeshifted into a hammer and its Davross blade turned liquid and coated the hammerhead.

The hammer struck the stone ring with all the elfʼs might, producing a silvery noise and deepening the cracks.

”Stop resisting and follow me!” Another tendril of Spirit Magic was blocked and another strike followed.

This time the cracks spread and fragments of the ring flew through the room.

ʼFuck you!ʼ Solus cried feeling her body and tower falling apart but she refused to yield. ”Have it your way.” Maʼshol struck again, the cracks were now so deep and wide that the stone ring was seconds away from falling apart.

The Bleed overrode Solusʼ orders, saving her life and mending her wounds.

ʼNo, you idiot!ʼ She tried and failed to override the protocols left by her mother. ”The Yggdrasill canʼt kill me. Youʼre doing what they want! Once I run out of power, I wonʼt be able to resist anymore.ʼ

”You should have obeyed. The elf struck again. ”All this suffering could have been avoided.” Another blow, just strong enough to bring the tower to the brink of destruction but no further.

Maʼshol could witness Solusʼ despair with Soul Vision. She could see the aura of the tower grow weaker and dwindle.

Just two more hits and-ʼ

And it was then that it happened.

A black chain bolted from the edge of the Fringe toward the cell.

ʼWhat is that?”The Yggdrasill activated the magical formation in the space between Lith and Solus.

Elemental sealing arrays, space compressing arrays, spirit barriers and spells stood against the chain that phased through them like they were illusions.

ʼItʼs not any form of magic I know and if it was a bloodline ability, my control over the world energy should at least slow it down.” The World Tree pondered. ʼWhat is that thing made of?

Maʼshol hammered at the ring that was reduced to a bunch of gravel held together by spit and magic. The chain passed through walls, spells, and the Chroniclerʼs body, finally reaching its target.

Finally reaching the stone ring.

Maʼshol ignored the chain and raised her arm to deal the final blow. She aimed for the only part of the ring that still retained its structural integrity, the part where the Bleed was most likely stored.

ʼIf I destroy it, Menadion will become unable to fight back.ʼ The elf thought and she was right.

The Davross hammer hit the stone, emitting a muffled sound as it had struck a pillow. ”What?” Maʼshol lifted her weapon, baffled as she saw a black hand coming out of the ring, gripping the hammerhead.

The Chronicler pulled away but the hand remained stuck to the Yggdrasill weapon and there was a body attached to it.

It belonged to a petite and lithe woman, barely 1.56 meters (5ʼ1”) tall, with long hair of the seven colors of the elements that floated in the air like she was underwater.

ʼNo! The Yggdrasill screamed in despair, watching the aura of the tower slowly fading away. ʼYou killed her, you moron. You killed Elphyn Menadion!”

Maʼshol had bigger problems than her masterʼs fury on her hands. Not only was the Demon staring at her in hatred, but for some reason none of the enchantments of her Yggdrasill staff seemed to work.

More black chains burst forward from the Demonʼs chest, piercing the cellʼs walls and feeding off the Yggdrasillʼs life from within.

”You should have just faded away, Menadion.” Maʼshol infused her body with the power of the six elements but the hammer didnʼt budge. ”You failed to escape even when you had the power of the tower.

”What makes you think you have a chance as a lesser Tiamat?” The answer came as a

slap so fast that the Chronicler failed to stop it.

Maʼshol was a bright violet-cored Awakened with perfect body refinement and thanks to the Yggdrasill fragment fused with her flesh, she was much more resilient than a normal Awakened.

Also, her battle armor was one of the best ones the World Tree had Forgemastered. The Yggdrasill couldnʼt risk Maʼshol failing to escape or falling into a trap, losing Menadionʼs tower after struggling so much to put their roots on it.

Yet the slap ripped the Chroniclerʼs jaw off her skull, twisted her neck, and severed her spine, sending her to crash against the wall like a rag doll thrown by a child during a

temper tantrum.

”Thatʼs a might comparable to a Divine Beast! The World Tree was flabbergasted. ʼMenadion had it thanks to her bond with the tower. How can her ghost still retain such mass after her death?”

The hammer was still in the petite Demonʼs hands. She turned and spun it like a baby girl examining a new flashy toy.

The Yggdrasill vines pierced the Demon and Chronicler alike.

The darkness magic infused in the former was supposed to dispel the Demon while the nutrients and light magic in the latter healed Maʼshol and replaced the broken parts with new ones with no burden on her life force.

The Demon seemed annoyed, but that was it. The darkness element refused to hurt her and was sucked dry along with the vitality of the vines, increasing her strength further. ”Thereʼs something wrong, my Liege!” The Chronicler recalled her Yggdrasill weapon but it didnʼt budge from the hands of the Demon.

ʼIndeed. Clean Slate can disable enchantments, but the living wood is still a part of my body. It should listen to-ʼ

The Demon devoured the vitality in the Yggdrasill wood comprising the weapon and enveloped it in a sphere of light. The hammer fell apart, its different components and ingredients split into ordered piles that reassembled themselves in a new form.

”Thatʼs not Clean Slate! The World Tree blurted out. ʼCan it be Creation Magic? Why canʼt I see anything even with Soul Vision? Itʼs like there are cloaking runes mixed in the

spell!ʼ