[Origin System]
Name : Ray ??? ?????????|
Age : 11
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Mana Core : Novice Mage
Attributes : S???, Time, Life, Darkness, Fire, Water, Wind, Earth, Ice, Lightning, Magma,...
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Dragon Core: Grandmaster Swordsman
Aura : Silver Aura [Time], [???]
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Traits : World of Mana, Dracos, Chronos, Healthy Body, Creation*, [Locked], [Locked]...
Blessings : Goddess of Life, Dragon God, Goddess of Alusean, [Locked], [Locked]
Skills : Eye of Limbo, Temporal Cognition, Meditation, [Locked]
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Techniques : Eldric's Sword, Silver Sword, Destructive sword, Moon sword
Spells :
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Ray's eyes stayed glued to the status screen Luna had projected, a mixture of shock and silent contemplation twisting within him. The revelation of his attributes defied logic, pushing him into a realm of disbelief and newfound purpose. At the same time he was also delighted thinking of the possibilities where he can experiment with all of Magic theory and those ideas are not too harm friendly...
Zen approached slowly, placing a steady hand on Ray's shoulder. He tried probing into Ray's mana core to grasp the extent of what lay beneath, only to feel a subtle, unyielding resistance. Realizing the danger of pushing further, he withdrew.
"Ray," Zen spoke, his eyes searching the young man's face,
"you've awakened all major elements except light, and you wield time magic as well. But there's one anomaly, something I haven't seen before. The golden glow that absorbed all mana… it defies even my understanding. First, your dragon core had that color, and now, this attribute."
Ray's gaze shifted to Zen, the weight of the moment deep in his eyes. He felt no triumph, only a daunting sense of responsibility and curiosity. Zen continued,
"Most people awaken to one basic element. A few rare talents find a deviant element. Rarer still are those who claim both. The pinnacle of gifted individuals from great lineages might awaken three elements. Once in a generation, a god-blessed child might hold four. But you… you have awakened them all, and at a level that all of them are your peak talent."
Ray took a deep breath, feeling the magnitude of what lay before him. He was aware this was just the beginning. To wield such power would require relentless work and unyielding resolve.
"I don't know why but I will work more and more, learn everything" he muttered, a flicker of determination in his voice and hunger for knowledge and power.
Zen nodded, a faint smile of approval crossing his face.
"We'll begin your training in magical application tomorrow. Today, you rest."
Zen turned to leave the temple cave, the echoes of his footsteps filling the silence. Ray, recalled the incident that took place when he entered the temple and wanted to tell Zen, he called out,
"Zen, wait… there's something I—"
Before he could finish, a rush of movement caught both their eyes. The Chronos Blade, immovable to even the mightiest, lifted from its pedestal and started floating. It shimmered with a golden-silver glow, sheathing itself within the scabbard that was beside it, when the black dragon on sheathe momentarily, opened it's mouth and slicing through the air toward Ray at an impossible speed.
Instinctively, Ray raised his hand to defend himself. A burst of radiant light enveloped him as the blade reached him, but instead of pain, a peculiar warmth seeped into his skin. He looked at his hand and found a new mark etched into the flesh: a sword entwined by two dragons, one coiled around it, the other lying beneath.
Zen's eyes widened in disbelief. His mind, already stretched by Ray's feats, now struggled to accept this latest wonder. Was this boy truly a child chosen by the heavens, blessed beyond the reach of understanding? and the boy in the prophecy?
The surprises didn't end there. The twin stones before the dragon god's statue, one gleaming silver and the other dark as the night with golden fissures, began to vibrate violently. The entire cavern trembled as if responding to an ancient summons. The air shimmered, and before either Ray or Zen could react, the world shifted.
In an instant, they were no longer in the temple but in a vast space beneath a starlit sky. The ground was expansive, stretching beyond sight, dotted with unknown flora and a surreal beauty. In the heart of this space was a majestic throne room bordered by towering ancient pillars. At the end of the path sat a grand throne, imposing and ageless. Beside it, a dragon of unimaginable size lay sleeping, its form shifting between a colossus capable of consuming continents and a dragon of more manageable proportions like an illusion.
But it was the figure on the throne that commanded their attention. His face was obscured, a mystery beyond comprehension, but his presence was overwhelming. Zen immediately dropped to one knee, his voice reverent and trembling.
"Greetings, O Great Dragon God, the All-Knowing, who blesses this humble servant with Your presence."
Ray stood frozen as realization dawned on him. He was in the presence of a deity. Before he could bend his knee, a voice echoed through the star-filled expanse, ancient and kind.
"No need, my child. You have grown into a healthy being, with a potential that even I cannot fully fathom," the voice resonated with both command and warmth.
"I made a promise to one of my children, and now, it is time to fulfill it."
The twin stones materialized before Ray, the same one that was in the temple, floating with a gentle hum.
"Take these children. They are meant for you alone, left by someone who cared for you dearly. Only you can hatch them, and they will be as your own, siblings. Care for them well."
Ray reached out, his hands trembling, as the stones or eggs to be precise pulsed softly with life. He held them in his embrace as warmth filled inside Ray and for the first time in months a gentle smile appeared on his face.