Subjugation
Rank 3 Magi were categorised into several stages. Leylin, at the Vapour Phase, could compress his spiritual force into a physical, observable fog.
On the other hand, Magi at the Crystal Phase could solidify their spiritual force, even preserving it to sell.
Spiritual force at the Crystal Phase had an unimaginable advantage against Vapour Phase spiritual force.
In other words, even if Leylin, Robin and Kesha had teamed up against Lucian, they wouldnât be his match.
However, Tanashaâs spiritual force was exhausted long ago, including her Crystal Phase spiritual force crystals.
He wouldnât be Leylin if he let such a good chance slip out of his hand.
Not only were Crystal Phase Magi powerful, they were considered nobles in the central continent due to their status as the reserve forces of Morning Star Magi.
Under usual circumstances, it was out of the question for Leylin to defeat Magi of this rank. Perhaps only Duke Gilbert, his mentor, would be able to.
But with Tanasha as she was, it would be easy.
âYouâ¦â Tanashaâs pale complexion flushed in anger, her fingers trembling, âHow dare a lowly Vapour Phase Magus talk to me like that?â
âLooks like Iâll have to help you snap back to reality!â Leylin sighed in disappointment upon seeing her demeanour. His figure transformed into a ray of light and flashed in front of her.
*Thump!* He planted a fist on Tanashaâs cheek.
*Buzz!* A barrier of light was created around Tanasha as a brilliant ruby ring shone. It was, however, too feeble to deter Leylin as he easily broke through.
In the blink of an eye, Tanasha was sent flying, a large red patch on her cheek.
The Meteor Sword has already reached her neck before she could react.
âNow choose⦠Surrender, or die!â There was a change in Leylinâs tone. Now he demanded with utter disdain, every word pricking with a bone-chilling vibe. He had decided to kill were she to choose it.
He certainly did not wish to leave behind a Crystal Phase opponent.
Tanasha wisely chose to be silent in front of the cold-hearted Leylin.
This feeling of impending death was familiar to her. She felt as if she had returned to times of frailty and weakness, as old memories surfaced and she momentarily became distraught.
âWhat is with this womanâs mental state?!â Leylin shook his head, Tanashaâs reaction was nothing out of the ordinary since he was aware of the common psychological instability of Magi. There was also her injuries to consider. Moreover, all who entered the Forgotten Land would certainly have a dark past of own.
âIâm only giving you three minutes! Be quick!â Leylin tightened his grip on the sword and brought it closer to Tanashaâs neck.
Other Crystal Phase Magi would probably have a sense of dignity and pride, but things were different in the Forgotten Land. Those human Magi who entered here were mostly those who had reached an impasse, willing to forgo everything for a means of sustenance. It was easy for the mto capitulate.
Leylinâs cold voice caught Tanashaâs attention. The angry flush on her face had already dissipated by then, leaving behind a canvas of ivory.
âI⦠surrender!â She replied so softly Leylin could barely hear a thing.
As if on cue, Tanasha fell limp to the ground, her backbone losing support the moment she agreed. Her tears were uncontrollable.
The Meteor Sword remained on her neck in spite of everything.
âMake an oath! Also, relinquish your spirit source!â His voice was cold as ice.
âI⦠Tanashaâ¦â Hesitance crossed Tanashaâs eyes as she fought an internal battle. However, she ended up choosing to surrender.
A sparkling strand of spirit source was released from her forehead and landed on Leylinâs palm.
That was a Magusâ lifeline. Were it not voluntary, it would be completely impossible to offer it to another person. Rules were even stricter in the central continent, to prevent the dominance of one over another. Of course, this didnât stop people with influence and power from committing it but similarly, it had to be done in secret or they would be boycotted by all Magi.
This was no issue at all for Leylin since he didnât plan for Tanasha to be seen by others.
âMasterâ¦â Tanasha called out in a deep voice and got up to her feet. She resembled a broken puppet, someone that had lost her soul.
âBeing forced into the Forgotten Land, you must have your own dark past. But rest assured, I am not going to compel you to do things that are disgraceful to Magi. Instead, I can give you hope. A hope for revenge.â
There was a bewitching tone to Leylinâs offer and Tanashaâs eyes lit up a little as the word ârevengeâ rang in her ears and a hint of anger rushed through her.
âThatâs right! Revenge!â Leylin made eye contact with Tanasha and lowered his voice. âI promise, when Iâm strong enough to take revenge for you and not worry about the possible repercussions and retaliation, I will aid you in accomplishing your dream. That is, if you work for me wholeheartedly till then.
âIâm not trying to patronise you. You see, Iâve reached the Vapour Phase at less than a hundred years of age. Moreover, there will be no problems with advancing to the Morning Star realm because of my Kemoyin bloodline!â
Deep down, Leylin was aware that with his method, Tanasha would only be willing to become a puppet to him. To milk her for everything she was worth, Leylin needed to ignite her battle spirit by fuelling her with hope.
And instead of empty promises, he promoted his skills to Tanasha, proving his capability to help her in her revenge.
âOne hundred years old! Vapour Phase!â Tanasha gazed at Leylin with a heightened intensity.
A hundred years of age was definitely old for humans. But for Magi, especially those who were at rank 3 and above, it wouldnât even be considered as puberty.
For Leylin who have both the talent and bloodline of the Giant Kemoyin Serpent, his status in the Ouroboros Clan could not be overlooked. All this pointed to one thing: There was a substantial chance for him to become a Morning Star Magus.
Even someone with the capability to escape a rank 3 Crystal Phase Magus would crumble like paper in the face of a rank 4 Morning Star Magus.
âI am at your beck and call, Master! I, Tanasha, will be your most loyal servant as long as my revenge is assured!â Tanasha knelt on a knee and gritted her teeth, a little more willing this time.
Although it was a mere promise without a covenant, what more could a captive like her bargain for?
âHahaâ¦â Leylin cackled.
The addition of Tanasha was definitely a reinforcement to Leylin, given her strength which was more than his.
Plus, she would be hidden from the public since this assistance would be carried out in secret.
That was Leylinâs plan all along, to gather as much of an underground force as he could in case anything unexpected occurred.
âTake these potions quickly and recover!â Leylin showed generosity to the newly-recruited Tanasha and presented her with three tubes of differing colours.
âHigh-grade healing potion! High-grade spiritual force recovery potion! Sacred regeneration potion!â Tanashaâs face was painted with surprise as she recognised these three potions. Apart from their heavenly price, these potions were heavily utilised by large-scale organisations as their war reserves and could not even be bought with money.
This was especially true for the sacred regeneration potion which could stimulate the regrowth of limbs that were as good as the original with absolutely no side-effects. It was unfamiliar, even to a rank 3 Magus like Tanasha.
âThank you, Master!â Tanasha bowed and sighed in relief,
âDonât mention it, itâs just something I made!â Leylin added to his credibility.
Sure enough, Tanashaâs eyes widened at his sentence. She was beyond impressed, advancing to Vapour Phase before the age of a hundred was amazing enough, she did not at all expect that Leylin would be a Potions Grandmaster as well. This was genius at its best and would be considered rare even in the central continent. As long as there were no mishaps along the way, success was pretty much guaranteed.
Hints of hope filled Tanashaâs eyes as she watched Leylinâ¦
Simultaneously, in a clandestine area, Noah was staring at his dish, face drained of colour.
There was an indistinct bloody liver-like substance lying on the white china, emitting a chalky fog.
âEughâ¦â Noah slapped a palm over his mouth, resisting the urge to gag.
In his vision, the Barbarian Bear Shamanâs stomach was cut open, and a large amount of yellow grease flowed out from it. There were also visible traces of the skeleton inside.
âUncle, I canât do this any longer!â Noah cried through the spaces of his fingers.
Robin didnât look good either, his body was missing huge chunks of flesh and he was covered in terrifying wounds.
âIt was rumoured that this place is dominated by the sin of gluttony, we will be attacked if we stop partaking! We have to keep going, success will be ours if they fail first.â
Robin persisted to his best abilities whereas Noahâs hand trembled as he picked his cutlery. Ultimately, he put them down again. All the food here was created from the sin of gluttony and due to it, all spells would be rendered useless; only their own tenacity could help them withstand the âfeastâ. *Ring ring ring!* The melodious bell rang from afar, but to the trio it seemed like it came from the depths of hellâ¦