Damian looked from afar as Asher opened his status again and, after a while, started flying around wildly as if jumping in mid-air. Soon, he looked up and zoomed straight towards Damian. A message on his screen was flashing again and again — ‘IT WORKS! I CAN DO IT! I CAN FUCKING DO IT!’
Stopping near Damian, Asher shoved his status screen right in Damian’s face. The level 173 from before had indeed become level 176. Damian just nodded. He was really curious to see if Asher could ascend or not. Even being a Transcendent wasn’t possible without getting this “Enlightenment” everyone always talked about, and Damian highly suspected it had something to do with their patron gods.
The only sure way to find out was to reach level 200 himself. Fortunately for him and Asher both, their path was filled with high-ranked monsters. And this was just the start — even Worldscribe had traveled for a whole month inside this lava zone and fought all kinds of monsters before returning due to fighting becoming too inefficient with such high temperatures and limited mana on hand.
Damian opened a waygate to Runefather, and everyone crossed it soon. It had been 10–15 minutes, which should be enough for them to refill their mana — both for their bodies and the mana containers.
They continued flying at high speed. Many among them looked down at the broken and shattered giant magma golem, and at the squirming Asher, but none asked anything unnecessary at the moment.
Soon, the continuous flight started becoming more difficult due to lower and lower visibility. Night had fallen, but that wasn’t the only reason — the atmosphere had suddenly changed. The bright sky had turned much darker, with crimson red clouds as if the whole sky was on fire. Swarms of Scorchwings — bat-like creatures with ember-soaked wings that crashed into them and exploded like suicide bombers — covered the red skies in the distance. Unlike the acid-spitting Insectoid Flyers, these could fly really high up.
In addition, the region below them had changed into deep brown and magma rock land, with large numbers of monsters like Lava Snakes, Undead Fire Skeletal Archers, and Armored Lava Brutes filling the lava-lake-filled terrain. The temperature had risen several degrees, but fortunately the cooling potion still worked, so they didn’t use the fireproof suits. According to Worldscribe, traveling like this at a constant speed, 4–5 days should be enough to cover the land that she had taken a month to cross during her last journey here.
Since it was night and visibility had really dropped, Damian called it a night, and they returned to Worldscribe and Lifewarden’s place to spend it. He found the nearest giant magma golem — which wasn’t hard — and used a spell, touching it with his mana hands to get its ID so they could return right back here. They could have gone back to the pigmen city, but they didn’t want to keep coming and going just to spend nights while the whole city was busy fighting a war.
They lit a fire, ate dinner, and soon fell asleep. Damian had made a special runic square slab atop which he put down his bed. He told the Highswords never to step onto that slab — it only recognized Damian’s mana signature. All others would be electrocuted to death. His paranoid mind had made it to sleep peacefully around others.
Right in the early morning, they resumed their journey. The sky was brighter, but the crimson hue was still there — and so were the annoying bats that got in their way. Damian had to create a constant layer of invisible boxes around them to shield them. Still, it did slow them down. The swarms were far and in between, though, so it wasn’t that big a deal.
The bigger problem was the things that got attracted by the constant noise of the bats detonating themselves on top of his shield — Lesser Fire Drakes, small dragonkin with glowing red scales and molten breath, and Lava Mantas, manta ray-like creatures made of semi-molten stone.
Constant laser beams and aura slashes needed to be unleashed whenever they came close — they were only King rank, so it wasn’t that hard to kill them.
The magma land was filled with fire-type monsters resting near lava lakes or fighting on the high red peaks. Worldscribe told him she had flown close to land and walked most of the time — the traveling time was much longer, but it was the more accurate way to search for mana signatures for her and all of them. But since Damian was with them, they didn’t have to worry about that anymore. He could sense all creatures near and far even at high speed.
Damian sensed occasional Emperor-rank creatures in the air and could have easily avoided them — but he didn’t need to. He and Asher welcomed the powerful foes. Damian unleashed massive laser beams, exploding light constructs, and sometimes even went close, using his Demonic Chains to bind the targets as he unleashed his pitch-black aura spear.
It wasn’t his soul-bound one. That thing had only flames, which would be really inefficient against creatures living in lava. He had made another one — a Sacrium spear, the tip of which, when buried inside monster flesh, unleashed extremely high-pressure water. Quite nice to tear them apart in a few attacks. It also had an ice spell, but Damian didn’t use it much — it was more of a controlling spell, and he always killed opponents in a few attacks.
He always just threw it at far-coming enemies, triggering the arrow explosion spell powered up to the max.
Sacrium could handle it — blasting monsters to splinters. Still, it was abusing the poor weapon a bit too much. Even with Sacrium metal, with his use like this, it wouldn’t last 40 years. He did not plan to fight for four decades, so it was fine. In addition, of course, it had the basic spells, same as the other Sacrium weapons he had made for his friends: a quick wormhole spell he could control with precision and a high-tier healing spell.
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