Tribal Sign-In: Immortal At The Start-Chapter 264: Four Energies

The blue glow covering his eyes disappeared, and Rion mumbled, surprised, "It feels strange..."

He looked at his palms and clenched them into fists a few times. "It’s like I am more connected to the world than before...?"

His brows furrowed upwards. "It’s a strange yet happy feeling... much different than what I felt when I awakened my aura and assimilated with demonic heart."

"Aura made me feel like I had shed my human self while demonic energy made me feel like I had become more true to myself... but this is entirely different, it’s as if I have become a part of the world itself... how curious."

After checking all of his outer changes, Rion closed his eyes and dived deeper into himself.

His consciousness floated between his spiritual existence, and his gaze fell on the golden, green, and purple flames forced into a pseudo-harmony by the ancient chains of the Absolute Seal.

Far away to the right, floated an incomplete golden star with cracks all over its surface.

Although it was cracked, its glow was much stronger than the combined glow of the flames.

All of these had been in his spiritual layer from the beginning; however, what he hadn’t seen was the blue liquid-like crystal floating to the right of the Absolute Will.

’What is that?’ He thought as his consciousness moved towards the blue crystal and came to a stop beside it.

He sensed every part of the blue crystal with his consciousness, and the only conclusion that he could think of was: ’It’s ether... more a slightly solidified lump of it.’

Upon this discovery, his mind immediately recalled the closest thing resembling the blue crystal: ’Is it an ether core?’

When a beast was exposed to ether, it absorbed it and evolved into an ether beast, and when an ether beast absorbed it even further, it formed an ether core at the center of its chest or ribcage.

This ether core was then grounded and turned into ether dust for humans to do rune smithing.

However, as humans couldn’t absorb ether, they couldn’t form this core... or at least that was how it normally was, but Rion had managed to form an ether core.

’I didn’t think I would actually be able to form an ether core within me...’ Rion had obviously assumed that such a case was possible, but even to him, it sounded too foreign to be believable.

’I now hold four energies within me... soul energy, aura, demonic energy, and ether. Five, if I count the conceptual firmaments, but they are more like existence itself than an energy.’

His consciousness vanished from his spiritual existence, he let out a sharp breath and whispered, "I still feel like something is missing... It’s like I am feeling an itch, but I don’t know where it is."

He placed a hand under his chin and mumbled while rubbing it, "Should I ask the royal daughter about it?"

The royal daughter had much more knowledge of the mystics of this world, so there was a chance for her to know about them, but it wasn’t guaranteed.

"I’ll just ask her," he muttered as he stood up on his feet and spread his Zone.

Just as he did so, surprise filled him as his Zone was now able to sense the hidden runes all over Alsyandra and bypass the fog.

As his Zone sensed the runes, the knowledge he had gained by signing in at the elven library became prominent, and he was easily able to understand all of the runes.

"Heh. That’s just great," he muttered and disappeared from Zaelyane’s hut.

Outside, Zaelyane and Yuura sat against each other, and she muttered, "It’s been seven days since he locked himself in the room."

"He always had a deeply emotional spot for her," Yuura added with a nod.

Zaelyane looked at him with a deadpan expression and said, "Duh! They love each other, so of course."

Yuura looked into her eyes and asked in an unusually cold voice, "Do you think love matters the most?"

Zaelyane fell silent, and an image of a man that looked uncannily similar to her passed through her eyes, and she said flatly, "It does. I can do anything for the man I have loved. Even if it puts me against them."

Yuura smiled. "Does that what your love wants from you?"

She frowned, placed her hands on the table, and asked with narrowed eyes, "What do you mean?"

"At the moment, what drives you isn’t love but revengeful anger stemming from what used to be love... but now has turned into commitment," he answered with a profound look.

Hearing him, an amused chuckle escaped Zaelyane’s lips, and she mumbled, "You don’t know what love is, do you?"

Yuura frowned, he raised his hands towards her and spoke, "It doesn’t mat—"

She slammed her fists onto the table and shouted, "It does! It matters! How dare you call my love fake when you yourself have never loved anyone? Your whole existence ends with you being a tool for your liege."

Yuura’s expression darkened, his eyes turned furious, but he kept his lips pressed together.

She stood up from her chair and whispered as she walked out, "Do not act like a sage before me, Yuura. You are not Rion."

As she stepped outside, she slammed the door shut and walked towards the heavenly tree.

Yuura leaned back in his chair and whispered, "I know I can’t be like him... he is different. However, there’s one thing you are wrong about. I have loved... but loving someone doesn’t make them think the same of you."

A broken chuckle escaped him, and he mumbled, "Every single moment, I wish to return home because at least within the mountains I didn’t get the time for these useless thoughts..."

He closed his eyes, a sad hollow smile tugged at his lips, and he hummed a soft, melodious tune.

Far away, Rion sat at the shore, his body drenched from head to toe, and his expression was grim. "I am sorry..."