Spectral Regalia

Chapter 116: Zephiron's Intentions

This chapter was pred by Dragonofsomesort & pwninator, Im unable to enter their profiles and link it to their names so please consider going through a bit of effort and giving them some rep for helping to  pr this chapter. :)

Yo here is wednesdays regular release.

So i realize i forgot to tell you guys something, a pr brought it to my attention, the location of the sponsor queue for sr is located on my story's front page, under the synopsis http://royalroadl.com/fiction/807 all you need to do is scroll down and you will see it, unfortunately this is the easiest way i can add it to let you guys all see it, hopefully in one of the sites future updates there might be a change.

i'm also considering a Q/A thread this post will include a poll so i can see if my readers would like one or not.

other then those not much else for me to say but to hopefully enjoy the chapter ^^

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Avrin felt his body twitch as the brand fully formed, a white marking with lines that formed the sketching of a mirror upon Avrin's forehead. Immediately nebula mist surged to the location as it began to devour and absorb it, but it seemed that the brand itself was reforming quicker than the nebula mist could devour it. It also seemed that every time he attempted to remove the brand, it would absorb mana from the surroundings.

With a frown Avrin clenched his teeth as he glanced up into the sky, he had a suspicion of who exactly may have branded him with this but he wasn't sure. Avrin's body was tense as the dark matter core formed from Silis was currently flowing around his dark space, like an ocean current in a violent storm the dark matter was unstable and would need a bit of time before it would calm down.

Avrin's divine sense was already expanded, and immediately a grim look appeared on his face, "Giron, and Abbadon?!!" Clenching his fists Avrin was irritated, he would definitely have taken advantage but he realized that every time he absorbed a core on a high level it would leave him in an unstable state for a while.

"-Abbadon will have no reason to hold back, once I absorb this core what will I have to fear from him or any of the other sigil wielders anymore?  Taking the time to wait and hide until now definitely saved me many irritating battles-" While thinking this, Avrin's body turned to purple ash before he vanished, with no intention of facing Abbadon or Giron until he was stabilized.

With no need to hold his speed back he needed 3 divine steps in his current unstable state before reaching the cave the Kirin was in, a look of confusion appeared on its eyes as it glanced up at Avrin. "Muaster?"

Avrin reached down, placing his hand over the Kirin's mane before he use his divine step to turn them both to ash and flee far north west. This time it had taken him 30 uses of this ability to reach a satisfying location.

With the Kirin also being transported with him, his teleportation required more focus and caution, he didn't dare rush it, but in the current case he had managed to avoid Abbadon and Giron.

Avrin and the Kirin were currently in a cave system that had no real entrance, Avrin had teleported straight through and made his way down. Currently they were a mile underground which was considerably deep, the air was nearly nonexistent and it was quite cold for anyone but them.

Avrin walked over before taking a meditative position, he glanced over at the Kirin. "We have just under two years to train. In this time, unless it is significantly important, do not bother me. Do not wander off too far either."

The Kirin glanced at Avrin with awe, its look seemed to be wondering why it at first felt an attachment to such a seemingly rude individual. "Owk..." the Kirin muttered before it gave a slight huff and walked off to a corner to begin its own training.