Ethan hovered above a pool of lava, his form radiating an imposing yet serene aura. His eyes remained closed as his body emitted a deep, dark blue light, pulsating rhythmically like a heartbeat. On his forehead, a mesmerizing, glowing blue eye opened. On both sides of his cheeks, beautiful gold-white symbols glowed brilliantly—the intricate design of a pentagram within a triple-circled triangle, emanating a powerful yet mysterious energy. The air around him shimmered with heat from the lava, but the intense aura of his glowing symbols seemed to repel the searing heat effortlessly.
Ethan’s red hair fell in a long, messy cascade, swaying lightly as it hovered just a breath away from the bubbling lava below. His sickly pale skin glowed faintly, adorned with intricate deep blue runes of various shapes and designs that pulsated with a faint hum of energy. Around him, a symphony of objects—rocks, balls of lava, fragments of wood, delicate flowers—floated gracefully in an unbroken circle. They transitioned seamlessly from one form to another: rock to lava, lava to wood, wood to flower, flower to glass, glass to wind, and back again. It was an endless, mesmerizing cycle of Alchemy interwoven with something deeper, something faint yet undeniably powerful—Creation itself.
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For a week now, Ethan had maintained this state, following the precise and enigmatic instructions of his masters, Kael and Dri. He was a beacon of transformation, a living vessel of elemental manipulation, tirelessly pushing the boundaries of his abilities. The objects that floated around him weren’t just changing form—they were reshaping the essence of matter, a testament to his growing understanding of the balance between Alchemy and Creation.
At times, he would delve into Blood magic, bending the very essence of his being. His hair would morph into liquid blood, then harden into solid crimson strands, a surreal display of his mastery over his life force. He wielded his blood with terrifying precision—shaping it into weapons, turning it into a deadly poison, and exploring countless other applications. With a Creator present, he never lacked test subjects, as this world they inhabited wasn’t real—an illusion meant for their training, where only they and their powers held substance.
Alchemy, however, was where Ethan’s affinity shone brightest. It was the perfect foundation for understanding the intricate nuances of Creation magic. The evidence of his progress was etched into his very being; the alchemic symbols that once glowed faintly now radiated with a brilliant gold-white light, signaling a profound evolution in his connection to the arcane forces he wielded. Each shift of matter around him carried not just power, but intention—proof that he was no longer simply practicing but mastering the art of reshaping. Continue reading on freewebnovel
The lava beneath Ethan wasn’t merely a dramatic backdrop; it was a crucible of transformation, a forge meant to temper every aspect of his being—body, mind, and soul. Its heat tested his resilience, burned away his weaknesses, and pushed him beyond his limits. This was no ordinary training; it was an act of creation through destruction, breaking him down to reshape him into something greater. The process was working as intended, though at a cost.
Upon closer inspection, Ethan’s calm demeanor betrayed cracks of strain. His serene expression was twisted ever so slightly with determination and the searing edge of pain. Sweat poured down his face like a relentless waterfall, only to evaporate before it could even graze his neck. Yet, despite the agony, he remained steadfast, his glowing symbols pulsing in rhythm with the energy around him, harmonizing with the alchemic cycle and the raw essence of Creation itself.
This was more than training—it was evolution. Ethan was being reforged and reshaped into a living vessel capable of wielding the primal forces of Alchemy and Creation. His body was becoming something that could handle the immense strain of bending reality, a perfect fusion of a dwarf’s tenacity and craftsmanship with the elegance and mystique of a vampire’s ethereal essence. Every passing moment in the forge refined him further, removing impurities, instilling strength, and unlocking untapped potential.
Two hours into the relentless forging, something extraordinary began to occur. Small bumps formed on either side of Ethan’s head, just above his sharp, slightly pointed ears. They pulsed faintly with the energy coursing through him, their shape slowly becoming more defined as if heralding the emergence of something primal and ancient. They glowed faintly in rhythm with the runes etched across his pale skin, a sign of the intricate and delicate balance between the forces of Alchemy, Blood, and Creation coursing through him.
Kael, watching from a distance with sharp, calculating eyes, let a faint smile cross his face. "It’s starting," he said, his deep voice laced with approval. His arms were crossed, and his posture was relaxed, yet the intensity in his gaze betrayed the weight of what he was witnessing.
"A cosmic change, I must say," Dri replied, his tone carrying a mix of awe and intrigue. The pale, soft-spoken Creator’s gaze remained fixed on Ethan, his hands resting on a large rock as though grounding himself for the overwhelming presence that Ethan was beginning to exude. "Though not cosmic in the literal sense—he’s not quite there yet. But it is something monumental in its own right."
Kael chuckled softly. "Leave it to you to be precise, Dri."
The air around Ethan grew thick with energy, pressing outward as though it might shatter under the weight of his transformation. The objects circling him—rocks, molten lava, wood, and other fragments of the material world—vibrated with greater intensity, resonating with his shifting aura. The forge’s heat roared to new heights, the lava below bubbling furiously as though alive, responding to the sheer force of Ethan’s presence. The environment itself seemed to hum with anticipation as if the very fabric of this space acknowledged the significance of what was happening.
Kael took a step forward, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Do you feel that, Dri?" His voice was low, almost reverent.
Dri nodded without taking his gaze off Ethan. "It’s subtle, but it’s there. His connection to the elemental forces around him is deepening. Alchemy is no longer just a tool for him; it’s becoming a part of his essence. And Creation… it’s starting to leave an imprint."
Ethan’s aura flared once more, shifting in color and texture. The deep, dark blue light around him expanded and began to ripple with golden streaks, like cracks in the surface of something vast and untapped within him. His transformation wasn’t just physical—it was a merging of his very soul with the forces he was being taught to wield. Alchemy, Blood, and Creation were converging, creating something new. Something the world had never seen before.
Despite the magnitude of the change, there was a quiet restraint in the energy Ethan exuded, a sign that he was still far from reaching his full potential. This was only the foundation, a spark waiting to ignite into something greater. His current state was not one of completion but of becoming—a powerful yet raw form that hinted at the possibilities lying ahead.
The forge continued to burn brightly, and the lava churned with renewed vigor, as though eager to test the limits of Ethan’s will. The glowing runes on his body shifted slightly, forming new patterns as they aligned with the energy flowing through him. The horns on his head grew taller, sharper, and more defined, faintly glowing like molten glass that had been tempered to perfection.
Kael’s voice broke the silence, his tone low but filled with conviction. "He’s pushing through. I wasn’t sure he’d make it this far, but…" He paused, his lips curling into a small grin. "He’s proving me wrong."
Dri’s lips twitched into a faint smile. "Perhaps he’ll surprise us both. But this is only the beginning. There’s still much he must endure."
For Ethan, the world beyond the forge had faded away. The intense heat, the swirling objects, the power surging within him—this was all that mattered now. His resolve burned brighter than ever, unyielding against the relentless trials he faced. Whatever he was becoming, it wasn’t just for himself. It was for a purpose far greater than he could yet fully grasp.
And so, the forging continued, the air charged with a sense of quiet inevitability. Ethan’s journey was far from over, but this was the moment that would define him—a step closer to the being he was destined to become. Not a shaper of existence yet, but a vessel capable of holding the infinite potential needed to take that first step.
But it all came to a halt when a dark, miasma-like light suddenly erupted from Ethan, swirling around him like a living entity. It moved with unnatural grace, tendrils of shadow curling and twisting, pulsating as if it had a heartbeat of its own. The light engulfed him without warning, swallowing his glowing aura and casting an eerie stillness over the chamber. The once vibrant energy around him dimmed, leaving only the ominous presence of the miasma, heavy and suffocating.
Before Kael and Dri could react, an overwhelming, suffocating pressure descended, crushing everything in its wake and reducing the towering mountains to fine sand. Through the oppressive stillness, a soft, male voice echoed, imbued with wisdom and an unsettling blend of darkness and divinity, tinged with faint amusement.
"It seems I was almost late to the party."