Chapter 209: You See Changes

There was a time when Elias thought that the titles on his Status Screen were achievements, but recently, he was not seeing them just as achievement, maybe they were more like chains, as each one was a weight around his neck, but the only thing that made it manageable was because Elias knew that he was the one that chose to carry these weights.

During the first trial, there were moments where there were repeated hints, and outright offers for him to stop what he was doing, and return from this path he was on.

Elias knew that his act of absorbing so many Legacies inside of him was dangerous, as well as the many hidden abilities he had inside of him, but he did not see any use in becoming an Ascendant Candidate if he was just going to follow the safe path and be average.

He had never been afraid of death, only ignorance and weakness scared him, and he wanted power for power’s sake, and for that he would pay any price and carry any burden.

Glancing at the last section of his Status Screen, he read through it slowly, as if afraid of missing anything.

Unique Traits:

Extreme Adaptation (Elder Talent)

Ascendant Swarm Symbiosis (Fully Awakened)

Pillar of Sorrow Integration

Yseult’s Blood Fragment (Expended – Fate Shell Remnant):

Perfect Foundation

He closed his eyes, and he could feel them all, the legacies and titles and traits, the weights he had chosen and the weights that had chosen him.

Yet, all of this did not worry him; what he was truly worried about were the things that he could not feel or see on his Status Screen, but he knew that they very much affected his life.

The most recent one was his action of slipping through the Old Shadows that were conjured by Rhys. Elias knew that these abilities were in some way tied to his Ascendant Swarm, since he had been able to access abilities that were not tied to him, like the storm he had used inside the Fragment, and now this shadow he had walked through.

This was not the only thing missing from his Status Screen. Elias had acquired a second scroll, but although he could not yet access it, he could see it if he checked his Lumina Pools, and then there were what he thought were the souls of those he had killed inside his Lumina Space, sitting before his infinite pools.

Elias had hoped that his Status Screen would be able to provide that answer for him, but there was nothing showing how everything he killed turned to ash, and their souls were drawn into his Lumina Space.

And he did not forget about the so-called God Form that he had acquired after defeating the Void Incursion. If not for his master telling him he had transformed or the ridiculous soreness he had felt when he awakened as if his entire body had been shredded and he had to heal from scratch, then he would have never known that this sort of transformation had occurred.

This worried him because Elias was starting to understand that there were many things about his body and what was happening around him that were not being fully documented by his Status Screen, which was widely known to be as thorough as possible, and had been praised for all these years as one of the greatest achievements of the Ascendants.

Either the Status Screen was not as powerful as widely advertised, or it was deliberately hiding certain information from him, and Elias did not know which one he considered to be worse.

He closed his eyes and massaged his scalp as he could feel the beginning of a headache rising behind his eyes.

The trial had taught him many things, and one of them was that he was broken, perhaps he had always been broken, but that emptiness inside him was a vessel, and perhaps like any vessel, he could fill it up with whatever he desired.

Elias knew that he was still clueless about many things, but perhaps that was not such a bad thing; it only meant that he could fully focus on the few things that he knew.

He was like a blank slate, and he could be filled with whatever he wanted, and the past would only matter if he chose to allow it to define his path forward.

At this time, his vessel was going to be carrying all the sorrows of the world. Elias did not fully know what this meant, although he understood that it would be related to his growth as an Angel in the future.

Another important thing that this trial had taught him was that he could be tested and be pushed to the edge of what he could endure, and that he would not break.

This may not be true at this point, but Elias wanted this to be the core of his being. He wanted to be a man, no, an Angel who would be able to endure everything, because the depths of his being were infinite.

Every object he had collected had been related to him, and Elias was eager to confirm if every Fragment he collected would be able to resolve some of the mysteries of his past.

The voice in his head, the Passenger that had ridden him since he was a child, that had driven him to kill, well, the trial had shown him how to quiet it, how to push through its noise, and to carry its weight without being crushed.

Elias did not know if his body could still begin to rot if he refused the call of the Passenger, and if he was now strong enough to no longer rot, then this method to apply his will to this problem was a road to becoming free of the Passenger.

That would come later. For now, there was only the growth that waited, the evolution that pressed against his skin, and the change that would remake him if he let it.

Elias sat up in the bed, now looking around him, and he could see the light of the moon shining under the door leading to the bedroom. It seemed he had awakened at night, and from the noise he was hearing in the next room, Mira was not asleep either. Good, Elias wanted to know how long he had slept.

He stood up and glanced towards the windows, which overlooked the city, and he was about to look away, but he noticed a peculiar structure that he had not seen before.

It looked like a gigantic wall that had risen in the Lower Districts, around the Tannery Quarters and the Eastern Warrens. The wall was gigantic, nearly three hundred feet tall, and he could see lights moving atop it, as if there were people walking across the top of the wall, meaning it must be very thick.

“How long did I fucking sleep?” Elias whispered to himself. He had walked through that part of the city when he went out not so long ago, and there had been no walls. Did he sleep for years?

Eager to know this answer, Elias opened the door to see Mira practicing a Kata with a wooden blade in the central room, and hearing Elias open the door, she stopped what she was doing, and her eyes lit up.

“How long have I been asleep?”

Looking at him with a bit of awe in her eyes, Mira responded, “Four days, in a few hours’ time, it would be five days.”

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