327 GAINING THE MAGIC OF THE GODS – ON LOAN
327 GAINING THE MAGIC OF THE GODS – ON LOAN
I closed my eyes and let my consciousness drift, severing the ties that held me to the physical world.
I slipped into a realm beyond—a place where the very air shimmered with latent energies, alive with power and possibility.
This was no ordinary space; it was a reality woven from the fabric of magic itself, where the gods reveled and shaped their whims. Here, the impossible became ordinary, and wonders beyond mortal comprehension blossomed in every shadow, in every corner.
This was the magic of the Mind.
My connection to this realm was delicate, like a fragile thread extending from my being into the vast unknown. I didn't come here with a valid ticket. It was through a loophole discovered by the Ayen gods and even with that my time here is limited. I need to make good use of my time here.
Each time I entered my Mind, it revealed glimpses of its infinite mysteries, moments of overwhelming beauty that clung to me long after I returned to the mortal plane.
The skies above me pulsed with colors no human eye had ever seen—kaleidoscopic hues that bled into one another like liquid light.
Rivers of pure magical essence wound through landscapes that defied logic, flowing uphill, through the air, and across shimmering, impossible terrains.
This was the realm of gods.
Though I wasn't born of this place, nor did I enter here through the correct channel, its energy flowed through me, intertwining with my thoughts, my spirit.
Slowly, as I sank deeper into meditation, I began to attune myself to the rhythm of this world. There were laws here, though they were not bound by the same rigid principles of reality. They were more like fluid suggestions, waiting to be understood and bent.
"Who am I?" I asked myself.
The deeper I journeyed, the more I unraveled the hidden structures of magic. It spoke to me, whispered its truths, revealed pathways of thought and willpower. I began to see how its essence could be shaped, how its flow could be bent to my will.
Time passed, and my understanding deepened.
I came to realize that this was not merely a realm of abstract thought, but a living wellspring of raw energy—energy I could harness, channel, and eventually, command.
Through the long hours of meditation, I learned to draw this magic into the physical world, to manifest its wonders and weave them into reality with the power of my mind.
But then, something changed.
The energy around me rippled, the atmosphere shifted.
Before me, a void began to form, expanding like a wound in the fabric of the realm. From this void, an ominous force emerged—dark and brooding, a presence that chilled me to the core.
The force swelled in intensity, gathering power like a storm about to break. Its hunger was palpable, an overwhelming force that would devour me whole if it could.
I stood frozen, watching it grow.
And yet, it had not seen me. Though our proximity was dangerously close, I remained hidden, cloaked by the magic of the Mind.
For now, I was safe—but how long could I remain unseen before this dark force discovered my presence?
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Hanuman revealed to me a path of magic that few had ever walked—the path of the Mind, also known as the path of the Gods. Though it was only temporarily bestowed upon me, it opened a realm of power I never imagined.
The Templars cultivated magic in their hearts, while others mastered the magic of their souls. The Prolis Mages wielded magic through their bones, and in the distant land of the Nine Heavens, practitioners used their very blood as the conduit for their power.
But there was a fifth path, one more elusive—the path of the Mind, a magic favored by the gods themselves.
The Ayen Gods, minor deities in the grand scheme, followed this path, exploiting a flaw in the fabric of magic itself.
But to access this rare form of power, there was one essential condition: the practitioner needed to be connected to a vast and potent magical source from one of the Realms of Magic.
Fortunately for me, I met this requirement.
Through the path of the Mind, I learned to channel and control the magic that surged through me, flowing directly from the Realms of Magic.
This ancient art granted me a mastery unlike any other, a gift few had ever been granted.
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"What have you learned after meditating for months?" Ratatouille asked me curiously.
"Was I gone for that long?" I asked him.
"Yes, you were in a trance for so long and we dare not wake you up in case it might hurt you", Rinna told me.
"You are right not to wake me, unless the matter is too urgent. I still do not know much about this magic path", I replied to them.
"Did you learn new magic from your training?" Rinna asked me.
"It's hard to say how it works in reality, I've yet to test them out", I replied to them.
"Your training ended at the right time. Problems are brewing in the Conjurer Court", Raven came to tell me.
"Problems? What problems?" I asked.
"There appeared a new force in the Three Dynasties, the Shadow Conjurers", Raven explained to me.
"Shadow Conjurers? Who are they? I've never heard about them before", I told them and asked.
"You should ask Seamus the Meek for advice. The Conjurer Court needs their original Supremes in times like this, but nobody could locate him, not even Sara", Rinna told me.
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Tarah City hummed with activity as crowds surged in from every corner of the Southern Empire, drawn by the promise of a major spectacle. The Conjurer Inheritance Competition loomed, a prestigious competition coveted by conjurers far and wide.
From the esteemed ranks of the Conjurer Court to the independent conjurers, all converged upon the city for a chance at unlocking the coveted secrets of the Conjurer Inheritance through the competition.
The winners of the Conjurer Inheritance would inherit the strongest magic of the Conjurer Court.
Amidst the throngs of competitors emerged a mysterious faction, shrouded in secrecy and whispered about in hushed tones—the Shadow Conjurers.