Re: Timeless Apocalypse-Chapter 161: Meditation Floor
The tiny white ball of soft fur shook, then suddenly unwound into the lithe figure of a little fox.
The creature was barely the size of three fists put end to end, with five long, puffy undulating tails and brilliant white fur that seemed to reflect all light into a silver haze hanging around it.
The track along its belly and up its neck was a mix of shades of silver and soft rose colours, beautiful and utterly mesmerising.
Its ears were long and pointed, and the creature seemed straight out of heaven, so beautiful it seemed more like a dream than flesh and bone.
The creature’s beady little golden eyes landed on Uriel, and he looked back at it.
His confusion melted away, and he chuckled.
"Well, would you look at that?" He sat up. "If it isn’t my good old blood-drinking murderous buddy, then who is it?"
He let the little creature fall onto his palm, then softly picked it up by its nape, bringing it back to his face.
It glared at him, snout twisted into a low growl as its tails menacingly undulated across the air, chaotic and orderly aether rapidly gathering around it, the air growing heavy.
Uriel observed it all with more curiosity than fear or hate, almost as if he didn’t care that this beast had nearly killed him, or that it had forced him to nearly kill himself.
"Oh my, what are you so angry about? Weren’t you just sleeping with me?"
"...no!"
His eyes widened upon hearing a young boy’s voice come from the little fox, its golden eyes trembling in rage.
"You..." he looked at it incredulously. "You can talk?!"
The fox’s snarl grew deeper. Picking up on context clues, Uriel gently set it down on his lap, letting go of its nape.
The fox stood on all fours on his lap, shaking its body and fur free of any dirt before it suddenly plopped down and turned into a loaf, its tails wrapping around its body like a blanket.
"Hey, buddy," he poked at the moody creature. "You know, I haven’t forgotten you tried to kill me."
"Nor did I forget you used me as a sharpening tool. That wasn’t very nice. I almost died."
One of the fox’s tails unfurled and whipped across the air, smacking his finger—
"Ouch!"
—then wrapping around its body once more.
Uriel pulled his finger back, a bit at a loss.
Was he supposed to just let the creature who had nearly killed him peacefully sleep on his lap? He wanted to protest and push further, but now knowing he had been fighting the beastly equivalent of a little boy, he almost felt... bad.
He wasn’t much of a fan of child abuse—his past said as much.
"So, what? Are we buddies now? Or is it a temporary truce?"
"...!"
From its loaf, a low growl of annoyance echoed, Uriel’s incessant words only aggravating the creature more and more.
"What a moody little brat..." Uriel muttered, feeling his hot and throbbing finger.
In truth, he wasn’t very worried about the Fox.
Facing him while he used a glaive in a chaotic expanse was very different from facing him when his core was stable and he could use magic.
Even without his mage circles, as long as he could draw runes, he doubted there was a situation within the dungeon he wouldn’t be able to escape.
...
The meditation floor of the Spiral House was quite empty, its wooden floors and stone walls the same, with the only difference being that a circular rug stood in the room’s dead centre.
And upon said rug, a small wooden mat, covered in multicoloured runes, could be seen.
Apart from that, the room was incredibly bland, much like all the other floors. It was such a stark contrast to the alluded luxury of the ruby wall and the gigantic allure of the Spiral House that Uriel found himself continuously disappointed.
Still, he didn’t linger.
He sat cross-legged on the mat with his eyes closed, the stubborn little fox sitting and sleeping on his head, having vehemently insisted on accompanying him.
"..."
Uriel took deep breaths in, feeling the smooth flow of aether within the Spiral House, and slowly exhaled, fogging his surroundings as he did so.
Thanks to both his runic scar and the mat, he rapidly fell into a deep state of focus, having forgotten all else but the task at hand.
Assess his body.
’Weave Status.’
...
•Name: Uriel Ymir Loom
•True Name: [None] > {?}
•True Title: [None] > {?}
—
•Race: Human—{Undefined}
•Lineage: <Dormant>
•Lineal Axis: <Dormant>
—
•>Evolutionary Spark Frame: <Obscure Sunless Moon Emperor Frame>
•>Origin Evolution Spark Frame: <Radiant Moonless Sun God Frame>
•>Limiter: Pioneer Scaling
...
•Ascendant Step: First Step
•Minor Stage: G-Rank {Early}
•Class: <Obscure Radiance Nature Childe>
...
•••>Path: [Obscure Radiance Seed God Path]
•>Path Ability: {?}, {?}, {?}
•>Class Talent: {?}, {?}, {?}
•>Frame Gift: {?}, {?}, {?}
...
•>Origin God Tools: [?], [?], [?]
—
•>Grade: <None>
•>Echelon: <None>
•>Nobility: <None>
...
•>Source Element: <Partial Awakening (?)>
•>Source Affinity: <Dormant>
•>Source Manifestation: <Dormant>
•>Source Bane: <Dormant>
...
•>Natal Spark: <Dormant>
•>Starless Spark: <Dormant>
•>Forbidden Taboo Spark: <Dormant>
—
•>Lineal Spark Talent: <[Twilight Sky Resonance]>
•>Lineal Spark Trait: <[Divine Shell Layers{Pioneer-Boon}]>
•>Spark Characteristic: <[Divine Sky Shell]>
•>Uniqueness: <[Heavenly Void Rupture]>
...
Quite a few things immediately stood out to him.
’As expected, the formation of my three cores caused my ascendant base to regress back to the early stages of the G-Rank but...’
He looked at his hand.
’...I didn’t lose any of my boons from the Terracrule Lineages.’
Not only were his Shells still present, he felt they had reached an even greater level, becoming one with him in a way he found hard to describe.
He felt truly indestructible.
On top of this, he hadn’t lost any of his traits or talents and, in fact, his uniqueness seemed to have even evolved.
...
[Uniqueness: {Earthly World Dissonance}
>Details: Your thoughts passively flow faster than the average awakened and your perception of the world is sharper than any other.
•By actively burning your aether, enhance your thinking speed by up to a thousandfold!]
...
[Uniqueness has evolved!]
...
[Uniqueness: {Heavenly Void Rupture}
>Details: Your mind roots itself within a Heavenly Void of its own creation, a plane of astral thought none may surpass and only ever hope to match—across the void of heaven, the waters of time flow in all directions to birth chaos.
•The mind has been massively enhanced and transformed beyond its mortal shell, rupturing the limits of the heavens—your soul is deeply attuned to the waters of time and winds of space.
•Note(I): Abilities of the Uniqueness’ previous state have been kept.
•Note(II): Due to the unseen and rogue evolution of the uniqueness, influenced by worldly forces, the true depth of its might is unclad.]
...
Uriel slowly nodded as he read this.
’This is going to be primordial in what’s to come.’
Regardless of how much he reforged his body, Uriel was aware that his mind would always remain his greatest asset.
Especially in the context of his mage battle prowess and position relative to all other regressors.
’Hm...’ he softly caressed his chin. ’Since I’ve regressed to the G-Rank and kept everything, I suppose I’ll have an additional set of evolutions over everyone else.’
’Maybe I can...’
