When Andar activated his Mental technique, his plentiful mind pieces were able to grasp the movements of every single Script, and in that short time, he was able to simulate combining them all until they created a single stable Script that shone with such beauty… he had never seen anything quite like it before.
Andar had always had a love for Inscription, and his awakening had opened a door to delve into this fascinating world of Scripts.
His master along with being an Alchemist was also a Master Inscriber, able to craft Inscriptions up to Rank 4. That was a marvelous achievement because most Inscribers could only craft an Inscription of Rank 4 when they were at or above Rank 6 as a Mage.
Some of his fondest memories were of watching his master craft thousands of lines of Scripts, as the multicolored light danced around the old man as if they had a life of their own, and he had dreamt of achieving just a fraction of what his master was capable of.
His arm began to throb and his movements caused painful tingles to run down his spine, and he blinked away the sweat that ran into his eyes. Andar ignored his discomfort as he wanted to reveal the Script he saw inside his head.
It may have taken hours or mere moments but Andar did not care, the Script underneath his hand was now as large as a bucket. Every movement he made was an equal part of pain as well as pleasure.
To see a Script of such complexity being gathered by his own mortal hands brought solid waves of pleasure through his mind.
With one last move, he connected the last Script piece and he stepped back, nearly collapsing in exhaustion. The completed Script flashed twice as if giving a warning before it shone so bright it was blinding.
Andar did not care, he was grinning while tears were pouring out of his opened eyes, he was already partially blind, and if he did not treat his sight, he would become permanently disabled, but he knew he could easily treat such injuries with potions so he ignored it.
The Script finished flaring up and disappeared with a faint pop. The title on the Spine of the books was revealed and Andar had to step closer because his eyesight was now subpar, he frowned a bit as he noticed all the books were the same.
There was a single image on the Spine of all the books, Andar noticed it resembled the Higher Order Scripts he had just assembled but it was far more complex, but because he had taken the time to assemble it piece by piece, he could glean part of its meaning, and so he began to trace the symbol slowly with his fingers, "Sun… no, Light taker? Light eater?"
"Close…" A voice spoke beside him, "Its Light Devourer, the Revolving Core Heavenly Fate Meditation Art was created from this." freёwebnovel.com
Andar was startled, a massive figure with two heads suddenly appeared beside him. One of his heads was looking at Andar with a smile while the other seemed to be asleep.
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