Charter 16: An Invocation Of Wisdom

Calcium felt her inner world begin to collapse, as if the magic of the world itself was breaking and being reborn. And at that moment, somewhere deep inside, she realized: it's not just power. That was the way. A path to power that they dared not dream of.

But it was also a path that required sacrifice. The system reported:

[Warning: Exceeding the set mana limit.]

[ Overloading can lead to irreversible consequences.]

She felt her magic burst out. The tattoo on her palm glowed dazzlingly bright, as if her body and mind were intertwined with this world.

She couldn't stop. It was like absorbing herself, as if she was merging with the magic of this place.

– Are you ready to pay the price for knowledge? –The figure asked.

But Calcium was no longer listening. She felt the magic overflowing, as the world around her changed, and as her power absorbed all boundaries.

She couldn't stop. And she didn't want to.

All the magic that had been just an inner feeling up until that moment now filled her. Calcium felt her body overflowing with energy, and despite the fact that her mind tried to resist, this force overwhelmed her, absorbing her personality and plunging her into a state where only her desires and needs existed.

The system, which had previously been calm and balanced, was now distorted. Her interface flashed and sparkled in her mind, as if reality itself was beginning to break under the influence of this magic.

[Mana overload. Critical condition.]

[Access to additional powers is open.]

Calcium felt her palm throbbing. The tattoo was no longer just a mark, but an entity that seemed to fill her existence. It was more than magic, more than a system. It was like a consciousness absorbing her personality and building up her strength.

[Attention. "An Invocation Of Wisdom" code has been activated]

[The palm tattoo is being updated.]

[She will now activate the History of the Higher Tato'os.]

New symbols began to flash on her skin, forming geometric patterns and swirling mandalas, and her thoughts blurred. She wasn't just a Tattoo Artist of Stories. Now she was the channel of these Stories, the one who could not only write them, but also rewrite reality.

–Do you feel it? – The figure's voice from the darkness echoed in her head. But now his words didn't matter to Calcium. All that was important was magic.

Magic.

Power.

Knowledge.

She pulled away. She no longer had just power in her hands – it was a stream of information, an eternal rewriting of everything that had ever existed. The story pulsed right in her palm, and she herself became a representation of reality, creating a new world, new paths, new stories with every step she took.

Her mind was rippling, and all she could hear was the incessant singing of magic in her ears. Spells and knowledge that she hadn't even imagined before were now available, like strange and obscure music that resonated with every cell of her body.

But with that came understanding.The price was high.

–Do you know what you did? –The figure's voice cut through her thoughts again. It was no longer just a sound. He crashed into her mind, forcing her to wake up from her magical trance.

Calcium caught herself trying to figure out what was going on. She felt her tattoo change at lightning speed, and she stood in this world that was no longer just a space. It was like a strange field where everything depended on her desire. She had reality in her hands, but maybe she wasn't ready for what that meant.

–I... I can't just be a Story Tattooist anymore. – Her voice sounded almost like a whisper, but there was a deep heaviness in it.

The figure in front of her slowly stepped forward.

–You came for power, but you didn't realize that power always demands its own. You are now able to control time and space, but the price for that is your soul. You will create reality, but it will never let you go.

The tattoo on her palm suddenly glittered so brightly that the light from it reverberated throughout the cave, like lightning cutting through the darkness. Calcium realized that she doesn't just create stories, she prescribes them. With each new mark on her skin, she became unspeakably powerful, but the magic she mastered proved to be devouringly complex.

She could feel her body filling with energy, and she could now see the currents of time intertwining. The world swayed around her, and her consciousness began to distort.

But it wasn't enough. She was unsatisfied.

Now she needed more.

Calcium sighed. It wasn't just magic in her hands – her power was now like a nuclear reaction. One wrong step, and she could have rewritten the whole world, made it different.

And yet, despite the danger, she was ready. Because that's how she got her answers.

–You can't take it back. Do you understand? – The figure's voice was full of shadows: – You're more than a Story Tattooist now. You have become a part of these stories. But you have to remember one thing: you always have to pay for power. And now you will be the one who will determine how events will develop... and how they will end.

Calcium turned and stepped into the dark corridor that had brought her to this world. Limits didn't exist for her anymore.

Now, she was ready to write her own story.

Calcium walked through the hallway, feeling the magic continue to pulse in her palm, emitting a blinding light that pierced the darkness. The footsteps seemed to leave no footprints on the ground, as if reality itself was retreating before her power. Every step she took was now part of something much bigger than just moving forward. She wasn't just moving – she was rewriting space, creating it anew.

However, the twilight shadow remained in her heart. The figure's voice was still echoing in her head:

–– You are now in a world where every action you take will change a lot. You will not only create, but also destroy. There will be a fee for each innovation.

These words, like a muffled blow to her consciousness, would not let her go. With each step, Calcium realized that the magic she had mastered was not just a source of power. It was a web that she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried.

She was connected to the world, to its magic, and now her actions were not just the result of will. She became a part of this system.

And yet, deep down in her soul, there was a feeling that couldn't be described in simple words. She was strong. Her tattoo was no longer just a symbol. She became a magnet, attracting everything around her. Stories… They were her new home.

Suddenly, the light around her changed. The dark walls that made up the corridor began to tremble, as if something inside was beginning to "tear" the space. Calcium felt her power begin to overwhelm her, as if she was standing on the edge of a precipice, ready to throw herself into the void.

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