"Mana, corrupted mana and other energies are vented during the process to purify Creation," Laxy continued her explanation. "Under normal operations Doxy would have switched to utilizing Creation to power the facility but the site manager has forbade Doxy from accessing any other energy. As you can see this has caused many other issues."
"If what you are saying is true then I have a lot to consider." Fuyumi said anger was present on her face. "The Divine of Man made this place yet you claim they enslaved us and used us as cattle for their machinations. The Divines are benevolent beings that love their creations."
Laxy turned to Fuyumi, her gaze sharp with recognition. "I recognize what you are now. Once there was a prophet who ruled this facility. He had a friend who became a disciple and later an arcanist of Aether. He spent many long years researching aether and using it to change his own body to endure the cold region of worlds beyond this one. His name was Jimmu and you very much remind me of him."
"How do you know of him?" Fuyumi's eyes opened wide as she fell to her knees. "He was the first of our kind, the first to be blessed with the gift of frost. We do not speak the name of the Setsujin no Chichi."
"Father of the Snow People?" Laxy translated, with a smile. "I am happy to see he had many strong descendants. Jimmu was a friend of mine, at least until everyone was forced to leave by the site manager. I was unsure if he had survived but with you here it puts my mind at ease. Now that I know what you are I can see that your form is unstable and I know why that is. Jimmu was an arcanist of aether; it is what controlled his abilities, not mana as you currently use. I recommend you and your people find a suitable patron otherwise you will continue to have this affliction and an intolerance to heat."
"Wait, if this is where Setsujin no Chichi was from, was the name of his friend Ishin the Willful Heart?" Fuyumi questioned.
"This name is a translation of his true name but its roots are the same. However, I can not speak the true name as a favor to Ishin himself. Please understand."
Fuyumi didn't seem to be fully listening anymore, she was in a state of total information overload. Tears were streaming from her face as she had a revelation of just where she was. This facility wasn't just a relic, it was the mythical birthplace of her people. The facility, long-forgotten by many, would now take on a sacred significance for the ghostborn, a reverence reserved only for their holiest sites.
"I hate to interrupt," Aurelius interjected, his tone unapologetic despite the words, "but weren't we discussing how to stop this facility from obliterating the continent?"
"Yes, there are several things that must happen and Bjorn has agreed to do his part already." Laxy continued. "First the core of this facility was moved into the city long ago for both protection and to centralize the power's location. The orange line that Doxy had you follow will take you deeper into the facility and eventually the city. More importantly this facility's power reserves before the meltdown is 33.9 days. To extend this period by one month you all will need to destroy two hundred eighty-six of the security defences."
"You said that Bjorn had already agreed to do his part." Tanisha questioned with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, both of you will play a crucial role in saving this facility. First we must ensure enough of the security is destroyed to have enough time. That is where you, Fuyumi and Aurelius come into play." Laxy shifted on her feet. "However, in order to fix the issues with the facility an Angel Core will be required."
"An actual Angel Core?" Fuyumi asked. "I have never heard of anyone finding an intact one."
"I would imagine they are quite rare if not impossible to find." Laxy agreed.
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The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: Wandmaker Vol.2
FantasyAn ancient power stirs, sensing the impending return of the True Immortals. As the signs of untold destruction echo across the world, the urgent need for a new Wandmaker arises. They will be a beacon of hope in the turbulent time ahead. The veil bet...
