Azra gazed at the three bodies laid down in front of him. So he got the native creatures...what now? Before he got a chance to ask the Celest how he was supposed to absorb origin from them something happened.
Clouds of glowing blue 'dust' rose up from the dead rabbits, illuminating the dark space of the burrow. The 'dust' moved around in a chaotic dance with a unique, enthralling rhythm before swirling around him like a whirlpool. It then became a narrow stream that plunged into the centre of his head.
"?!!"
It was an intoxicating sensation, addictive even, one that sent every cell in his body trembling in euphoric madness. After about five minutes the last bit of 'dust' disappeared into his body bringing the strange phenomenon to an end.
[Ting]
A sound akin to a bell woke him from his stupor. Instead of Celest's deadpan robotic voice, he saw a series of translucent blue messages.
[Source of origin successfully absorbed. Due to mana being a lesser form of energy the conversion is rate 1:10]
[Commencing soul adaptation...]
[Soul adaptation successful]
[Progress 2%]
Something changed he could feel it. He felt...free like some sort of burden was lifted from his shoulders and...there was something in the air, something he didn't notice before, or maybe he couldn't notice. This 'something' called out to him. 'Join me, little one!' it seemed to cry out in delight; 'Join me!'
Azra focused on that 'something' trying to identify the strange feeling. Abruptly the world before his eyes changed, instead of the near darkness of his burrow he was greeted by a world of vivid colour. Tiny but bright spheres of light floated around gently around him.
They glowed in many colours though, brown, green, blue, bright orange, and silvery-grey with green being the most notable. However, this didn't mean they were the only ones there was also white, gold, teal and the odd black. Some of these spheres seem to distance themselves from him and in fact, most of them did (the orange spheres apparently wanted nothing to do with him). Others were drawn to him, these being the blue and whatever meagre amount of gold there was.
When he turned his attention to them they whizzed around him with vigour. As Azra examined them he noticed that a few of these orbs passively melded themselves into his body.
It was here that an interesting idea popped into his head one that would prove worthwhile in the future...what if he absorbed them actively, after all, they kinda reminded him of mana...
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Place: Unknown, A dark room.
Six figures sat around a table each clad in hooded robes of different colours that had the same style.
"Where is Chasity?" a gruff yet serene voice came from a figure clad in a scarlet robe.
"Hehe," childlike laughter came from the smallest figure.
"You know how Chasity is, Patience" the voice paused for a moment "always chasing skirts."
"Is it not ironic that one such as he is this ages' Chasity." a prideful feminine voice interjected.
"It is a disgrace for him to be counted amongst us." the same voice lamented.
"Is that so?" the voice of a new figure echoed through the room.
"You're one to speak you prideful wench." the new figure said with venom.
"W..we...Wench...How dare you refer to this lady in such a manner! With such a vile tongue it's no wonder you're still a virgin." the feminine voice replied with anger and ridicule.
"You..." the new figure started before being interrupted.
"Chasity, Humility cease your bickering." said the voice referred to as Patience.
"Seeing that all are present shall we begin today's proceedings. There are a lot of things we must discuss however all of them pale in comparison to our most pressing."
"And what is this most urgent circumstance?" asked Humility.
Patience took a deep breath as though to calm himself. He hesitated a moment before uttering two words:
"Ethereal lightning."
The air seemed to freeze as gasps escaped the throats of every figure in the room. Every syllable echoed through their minds.
* silence *
"Impossible!" one of the figures that had yet to speak shouted near hysterically. "ethereal lightning hasn't been seen for three centuries." it went on.
"Calm yourself, Diligence." Patience's calm voice ran out once more.
"Hmm...yes I apologize for my outburst." Diligence replied with a voice quivering with embarrassment.
"But how can we be sure it that after all, even the Gods have lost that ability."
"We are not absolutely positive but the phenomenon bears a striking resemblance...at current we have determined that there is a 90% probability of it being ethereal lightning."
"We?" said another of the three figures who had yet to speak.
"Yes, Charity, 'we'. I had to borrow the aid of the wizards guild. It was not pleasant but it was necessary."
*tch*
Someone clicked their tongue in annoyance.
"As you know ethereal lightning is not a natural occurrence which means someone or something is the cause of this incident. We must find whatever it is and determine if it is a threat to us and if so...eliminate it before the other powers get their hands on it. Temperance you will send scouts within the week."
"Yes." the last figure answered, "but to where?"
"The forest of Taaprish." answered Patience.