"Satisfied?"
Molina asked.
"Yes." He responded, his eyes still on the weapon.
He refrained from exploring the two more functions his weapon had, because he had already taken a lot of her time.
He had noticed how the previous three members had come out of the room in only a few minutes, comparatively, he had stayed for much longer.
He reckoned that Molina’s patience might already be running thin.
While holding the weapon in his left hand, he packed up the rest of the rewards and slung them over his right shoulder.
"Thank you." He turned around and said to Molina before leaving the room.
After asking a few staff, he headed towards where team Lockheim was. He made some small talk with them before bidding goodbye.
"Can I be dropped till the Academy?"
He asked one of the agents on the front desk, who swiftly agreed to arrange a vehicle.
Eryndor didn’t need to wait for long, in a few seconds, he was sitting comfortably in a car, heading towards the Academy.
Scrutinizing his weapon in detail, he recollected the final two functions.
The first one was that the mace head could vibrate at high speeds, creating a shredding effect.
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It’s a pretty nice function, along with the rotating head. Both are cool as fuck.
The second one was more of a sub category under chain manipulation but still good enough to stand out on its own.
The chain could solidify mid-strike, acting like a polearm.
He was definitely satisfied with the weapon.
Shortly after, he closed his eyes and took a rest by the time they reached the Academy.
"Thanks for dropping me."
He expressed his gratitude to the driver, and finally entered the campus of the Academy.
Might as well get the last free cultivation art.
Carrying all the things, he headed towards the Library and finally exchanged for the fourth free slot.
He chose a cultivation art which couldn’t really be categorized under a single domain.
It was a lightning based cultivation art which channeled the said element through the body which brought about an increase in the offensive damage, speed, and reflexes of the cultivator.
If the cultivator employed any kind of cultivation art, the lightning would also empower it further.
Lightning Infusion huh, such a lackluster name.
He shrugged. Names didn’t matter, not like he was going to shout it out in the middle of the battle.
Even if he decided to yell them out loud, he would think of a cooler name instead of Lightning Infusion. Meh, who was going to check anyway?
Finally, he reached the villa.
After rotating the key, he entered it to find that his roommates were already there.
"Someone got some extremely good benefits huh."
Drakarion laughed, he had a roasted chicken leg in his hand.
Eryndor smiled. "Yea, it was plentiful I must say."
"Was it stressful?"
Valentina asked. They knew his mission had something to do with an extremely powerful anomaly.
"More or less."
He shrugged. To Eryndor, the stressful part was to come to terms with the fact that he needed to change his beliefs.
It wasn’t a lawful world any longer, and he understood that. Throughout the entire journey he had focused on news a lot during the breaks.
It showed him the state of the Earth right now.
What better way to change his perception than to come to terms with reality?
Than to read first hand the crimes being committed? To read the tragedies being unfolded every second? To bring him face to face with the cruelty of the current era?
Eryndor was never a close-minded individual. He was always willing to face his mistakes and learn from it.
He was always willing to alter his perspectives if it was the wrong way to look at things.
Therefore, he didn’t have much difficulty modifying his principles over the course of several weeks.
Eryndor had a feeling that the next time he used Cognitive Scrying, he would have a lot more leeway than before.
It was just an instinctual feeling.
For a complete freedom to use it though? Eryndor didn’t know what he would need to do for that, and he didn’t intend to find out either.
"What rewards did you get? If you don’t mind revealing of course."
Drakarion asked, he was finished eating his chicken. He could already see the spiked mace, but the bag in his hand was pretty big alright.
Eryndor openly displayed to them the contents of his rewards. Except the Spirit-Refining Cauldron, nothing was going to be of any use to them unless they switched to Cultivation path.
The three fields of mastery were after all common to all the power systems.
When Eryndor explained his rewards, they were straightforward in expressing their competitive intent to not lag behind after realizing how strong he would become after consuming them.
After it was over, Paulina asked curiously, referring to the previous question of the stressfulness of the mission.
"If it doesn’t go against the rules, what was the stressful part?"
Paulina asked with a curious expression.
There were some parts of the mission which couldn’t be shared outside, so she specifically asked in the way she did, to not put Eryndor in a tough spot.
Eryndor tilted his head.
Holding back my hunger in front of the Eldritch Entity?
Of course, he didn’t say that out loud. With a smile, he replied.
"When you are in front of a truly powerful existence, it feels like you are insignificant. Like you are no different than a dust in front of them.
"It exerts pressure directly onto your soul, onto your existence, as if everything about you is about to be pressed into oblivion."
He gave a standard definition mentioned in the report about how it felt to encounter an Eldritch Entity. This level of information was alright to be exposed.
Valentina’s eyes gradually turned wider as she continued listening to his narration of experience.
"Wow." A single word escaped her mouth when he finished.
Eryndor was about to nod at her, agreeing with her feelings when he found something wrong.
Both Drakarion and Paulina had gone silent. Frowns crossed their facial features.
Paulina’s eyes twitched, holding her head as she gazed at Drakarion who seemed to be going through something familiar.
Eryndor narrowed his eyes, gazing at them worriedly.
"What’s wrong guys?"