Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 831 - 372: Shaping the Form
Previously on Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots...
Within the heart of the Chaos Storm, the lingering warmth from the recently concluded Magic Sword Forging still pulsed through Ron’s being.
Suspended before him, the magic sword shimmered, its silvered surface casting an eerie yet beautiful glow under the luminescence of Chaos Energy.
The Magic Power Amplification Crystal, embedded as its core, throbbed gently, akin to the steady beat of a living heart.
"A rather curious development..."
Ron meticulously observed the subtle transformations beginning to manifest upon the magic sword's exterior.
The blade, previously unblemished and smooth, started to sprout slender, tentacle-like patterns.
These emergent markings writhed with an almost sentient quality, seemingly reveling in the surrounding Aura of Chaos.
Detecting a menacing aura approaching from a distance, Nari's composure subtly shifted.
Her multitude of eyes, varying in size, began to swivel in unison towards the source, their pupils blazing with a fierce alertness and a palpable sense of danger.
"My child..."
Nari's voice resonated deep within Ron's consciousness, a gentle yet urgent command:
"Cease your observation of the magic sword for the moment."
The ambient Magic Concentration in the air started to fluctuate erratically, much like disruptive ripples disrupting the surface of a tranquil lake.
Ron immediately activated his Extraordinary Recognition, and through this specialized perception, he witnessed a deeply unsettling scene unfold.
The very fabric of space in the distance was undergoing a subtle yet significant distortion.
This was not a phenomenon born from Nari's Chaos Storm, but rather the cautious incursions of two distinctly potent forces probing the environment.
The first force radiated an aura of primal savagery and frenetic energy, imbued with the unmistakable scent of blood and utter devastation.
It was as if the death shrieks of countless beings from ancient battlefields were audible, forming a hellish chorus echoing from the abyss.
The second force presented an even more peculiar and ephemeral quality, dreamlike and enveloped in a twisted, unsettling beauty.
It evoked the disquieting sensation of those forbidden dreams that surface in the dead of night, existing on the terrifying precipice between consciousness and sleep.
"It's 'Mad Bite' Mogron and 'Nightmare Queen' Selena..."
These were indeed the infamous 'Mad Bite' Mogron and the formidable 'Nightmare Queen' Selena.
Drawing upon the intelligence Nari had imparted, Ron swiftly identified the identities of these imposing newcomers.
Both figures were counted among the most ancient and perilous Apostles residing within the Abyss, wielding power that rivaled that of a Great Wizard.
"They have dispatched their underlings to scout the path forward."
Nari's voice grew icier, the implicit threat causing the surrounding Chaos Storm to stir restlessly:
"Those two ancient beings are lurking nearby, presuming Mommy wouldn't notice... Such laughably misplaced caution."
As her emotions intensified, the entire storm-ridden environment transitioned into a state of heightened readiness for conflict.
The heretofore stable Energy Flow began to accelerate its cyclical patterns, leading to an increase in spatial distortions and fissures.
Even the progression of time became unpredictable, with certain zones experiencing near stasis while others surged forward at an alarming rate.
Ron keenly felt the immense pressure emanating from the impending confrontation, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation flooding his senses.
A battle between Apostles was an event of incomparable magnitude, a collision of powers far beyond mortal comprehension.
Each offensive maneuver possessed the potential to reshape landscapes, and every deployment of power could reverberate through vast swaths of reality's very fabric.
"Mom, is there anything I can do to assist you?"
He inquired proactively, offering his support.
Despite his awareness of his own limited power in the face of such a cataclysmic engagement, he harbored a strong desire to contribute in any way possible.
Upon hearing his earnest proposal, all of Nari's eyes turned towards Ron, their intense gaze softening considerably:
"My dear child... you wish to help Mommy in this fight..."
Her voice, laced with a profound gratitude and comforting affection, conveyed her sentiments:
"However, my darling, your current strength is still insufficient for a conflict of this magnitude..."
"I understand that I cannot directly participate in the battle."
Ron gently interjected, his eyes reflecting a deep contemplative state:
"But I can offer auxiliary enhancements. As an Enchanter, I should be capable of providing temporary power boosts to certain aspects of your being."
This suggestion piqued Nari's interest significantly.
Despite her formidable power, she had never undergone formal rune enhancements.
The prospect of receiving supplementary enhancements prior to the impending battle held the potential to substantially elevate her chances of emerging victorious.
"Then let us proceed with that, my child."
Nari cautiously extended a smaller tentacle, bringing it closer to Ron:
"However, Mommy's form is exceptionally sensitive to external magical influences, so please exercise extreme caution."
Ron retrieved a Precision Enchantment Carving Knife from his Storage Bag, a high-grade implement he had specifically requested from the observation station, engineered to withstand considerable magical stress.
Yet, the instant the knife made contact with the surface of Nari's tentacle, an unforeseen incident transpired.
The sharp blade, as if exposed to a potent corrosive agent, immediately began emitting plumes of white smoke.
Its metallic surface rapidly developed numerous pits, indicative of severe corrosion, and the intricate rune circuits etched upon it began to fail catastrophically under the aggressive Erosion of Chaos Power.
In less than ten seconds, this valuable professional tool was rendered utterly irreparable and useless.
"Damn it..."
Ron knitted his brows, examining the remnant in his grasp, which had devolved into a mere knife hilt. "I failed to account for the discrepancy in power levels; Nari's chaotic essence possesses the inherent ability to disintegrate any external energy matrices." Without the appropriate tools for enchantment, and at his present Power Level, executing the rune etchings upon such a potent artifact proved impossible. Persistent effort would inevitably result in a magical backlash, risking irreparable damage to himself. "Young one, do not push yourself beyond your limits," Nari advised with evident worry, sensing Ron's mounting frustration. "This Mommy is already tremendously potent; even without added enhancements, I can..." "Hold on..." Ron suddenly recalled something, his eyes flaring with immediate realization. "I have an alternative path." He deliberately drew out the recently crafted magic sword.