Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start

Zaelyane stared at him in fury, but she knew that he was right. Even though she had a clue about the person she wanted to kill, she didn’t know who it actually was.

Bael let out a sigh and shifted his gaze to Yuura, who stood in the corner with a worried expression. He said, "Yuura, leave us."

Yuura looked at him with a reluctant expression for a moment and dashed out of the room, as he couldn’t deal with the sharpness with which both of them were looking at each other.

"Would you help me or not?" He turned. "I am not asking for it just to help my own people, but if I manage to create it, we wouldn’t have to worry about them attacking the tribe or the elves."

An annoyed expression appeared on her face, and she snarled, "How many times do I have to tell you that it’s not possible?!"

"Hah..." he slowly shook his head. "I didn’t want to reveal this."

He closed his eyes and mumbled inwardly, ’Illusion Zone... Spiritual Eyes.’

His body and attire returned to what they previously were, and as he opened his eyes.

Zaelyane’s expression shifted into pure shock. "How?" she mumbled.

Rion’s eyes had changed. Instead of having white sclerae and blue pupils, it had turned like shimmering moonstone, with green rings.

She stepped closer while peering into his eyes, but no matter how much she examined it, the answer stayed the same. Rion had spirit eyes or something similar.

"How is this possible?" she whispered as she moved her hand towards them.

Rion stepped backwards and growled, "What are you doing?"

She frowned. "I was just checking if they were real..."

"By plucking them out?!" he scoffed and said, "As you can see, I have the eye needed for the sorcery... All I want from you is the method to do it."

Zaelyane pondered over it for a good minute and finally gave up.

"You already saw Malikeya perform it. As for how it works, it’s simple. We use the fruit as an offering to the heavenly tree, and the ether flames of the elves are used as a fuel to cast the sorcery. The sorcery happens by itself."

"That’s it...?" Rion said with a tilted head. He couldn’t believe that Zaelyane had made all that fuss over such a thing.

"Only the royal daughters are supposed to know this sorcery, which is why I can’t just tell it to a human," she scoffed as she turned around while lighting her smoke pipe.

"Makes sense," Rion mumbled.

She nodded and turned towards him. "You lack everything needed..."

She pressed her lips into a thin line because Rion was no longer there.

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Rion appeared in an underground dark stone chamber located near the inn and said, "This place would do."

As he was going to experiment his way into creating the rune diagram, he needed a place that would keep failures from making a big deal.

Without wasting a single second, he took out three ether cores and crushed them into ether dust. Once he had the dust, he melted it using his aura and turned it into ether ink, which was the first of its kind, and he had made it because it would make scribing runes easier.

"Before everything, I need a way to turn environment ether or ether cores into ether flame," he concluded as he used telekinesis to scribe runes onto the ground.

Now, to activate them, he placed an ether core with an activation rune inscribed onto it at the center.

Like his hopeful eyes, the runes glowed brightly, but the next moment, they let out silver sparks and turned dull.

"A failure, huh..." he whispered dejectedly and tried once again.

Just like before, it failed.

Even though Rion understood runes much better than elves, what he was trying to create had never been done before, so he had to do it without having any insight into it.

"It took longer to fail," Rion noted and continued.

Each failure moved him closer to creating a set of runes that would allow him to create the flames that the elves had created during their return, and after thirty failures, he finally did it.

A green flame floated above the floor, which was painted blue with over fifty runes, and he mumbled brightly, "Success."

He looked at the flame and said, "Now I just have to make it easy."

Right then, an idea formed in his head. "Or..."

He took out another ether core, broke it in half, and began to inscribe runes over it. Then, he painted an activation rune onto the ground and placed the core onto it.

The core glowed brightly, and a green flame appeared above it.

"Bingo!" He exclaimed with a wide grin and focused on the next problem.

"Now I have to make these flames converge to the center and fuel the sorcery."

He followed the steps he had done before, and with his knowledge of this common to supreme runes, he finished it within an hour.

Afterwards, he focused on the next component; he needed to turn the invocation into runes, but because it didn’t follow the rules of runes, he had to go through all of the seventy-eight thousand one hundred elven runes, which took him five hours.

"Hoh..." Rion let out a sigh as he stepped back and looked at the rune circle at the ground.

The rune circle included a ring with the invocation runes and a net chain of activation runes all around the chamber for the flames.

"Let’s continue," he said as he once again began to make the circle work.

What he needed now was the offering, which was the integral part of the sorcery, but he had no idea how to do it.

To do such a thing, he needed to know who and where the offering was supposed to go, but he had no clue about the four beings that made the sorcery possible.

"Let’s try it without anything," Rion said dejectedly as he took out thirty-seven ether cores inscribed with activation runes and placed them at their spots.

The cores glowed brightly, and he thought of the inn.

Green flames flickered above the cores and flew towards Rion. They began revolving around him; the invocation runes glowed for a moment and dulled.

"Failure..." he frowned and took a step forward.

His vision twisted.