3050 The End of the Wick (Part 2)
"A white core, no matter how exceptional they might be, will pass none of their powers upon their descendants. A Guardian, instead, shares a spark of themselves with each one of their children.
"They don't share more simply because no mortal body can endure such power. A Guardian is the first of their kind. A white core is the only one of their kind. Ever. Do you understand the difference?"
"Yes, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be disrespectful." Tista gave Valtak a deep bow. "It's just that with my fangs, eyes, and wings, people already look weird at me. If I were to start calling myself Tista the Father of Fire, they would think I've lost it."
"Then don't." The Elder Wyrm stood up. "I use the title of Father of Fire not because I want the admiration of other people, only because I'm proud of what I do. It gives me no power or authority.
"You've rested enough. Let's get back to work. You know the drill."
Tista and Lith buried the remains of their meal and stood up with their eyes closed.
"Well, yes but no." Valtak laughed. "Put some distance between you and revert to your true form. If you stay too close, you risk injuring each other."
Once they were in the proper form and position, the Fire Dragon touched their foreheads again.
"Just like before, but instead of using fire magic use Spirit Magic. Any spell will do."
Emerald Flames burst out of the Tiamat's and the Hekate's bodies as Primal Spark split the life force from the Spirit Spells, using the elemental energy to fuel the Immortal Flames.
Every second consumed the mana equivalent of a tier five Spirit Spell and to make matters worse, Lith and Tista had no idea what they were doing.
"Immortal Flames stand above even Primordial Flames. They don't need world energy to burn and can't be stopped by things like Doom Tide or those annoying orc shamans' mana crystals.
"It's the only kind of Flames you can use even if you ever leave Mogar's atmosphere."
"Have you been to space?" Lith asked in surprise.
"Briefly, to destroy a cursed object." Valtak shuddered at the memory. "I couldn't beat it as long as it drew upon the world energy so I changed the battlefield. I wish I could have reached the moon but it moves too fast and I can't hold my breath long enough for a round trip."
'And Elder Wyrm like him had trouble destroying a single cursed object.' Lith thought, realizing for the first time how big of an advantage his tower was on the rare occasions he had used it in battle.
'He doesn't know there's atmosphere on the moon!' Tista thought. 'Maybe, if we get to know him well enough, I can ask Lith to grant Valtak his dying wish.'
"But enough talking about me. Even with my help, you can't go on like this for long. Immortal Flames are damn expensive. Start by moving them over your body." The Father of Fire said and they followed his instructions.
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