Andar was surprised by her words, “Chaos? Why do you use that word? Do you want to see it? You have been staring daggers into my forehead since you came here, I know your curiosity is killing you.”
Mira grinned like a cat, “Are you sure? You are opening your Spirit Matrix to me, it’s kinda intimate.”
Andar rolled his eyes, “As if that had stopped you before, c’mon, do it. I heard you using spells, are you now an Acolyte?”
“Yeah, I’m now a peak Rank 1 Acolyte, I should be able to break through to Rank 2 next month. A Rank 1 Acolyte is only capable of utilizing five Rank 0 spells, but with my Spirit Body and Meditation Art, I’m able to cast the Rank 1 Spell—Earth Shock.” Mira said with a note of pride in her voice.
“Hmm, you are a Rank 1 Acolyte after two months? Is that slow or fast?”
“Of course it is fast, I am using a Heavenly Fate Meditation Art with 299 Engraving Slots, and I have already filled 98 Slots with Aether, that’s scary fast. I am already the first among all the candidates in the Body Farm. Yet I’m still very curious, about the Supreme Meditation Art, how many Engraving Slots does it contain? Surely it cannot be higher than 500?”
Andar smiled, “somewhere around that number”
“Damn, you are truly a monster, I was lucky to be able to Engrave the slots for the Dark Fate Meditation Art. My limit was 301 Engraving Slots, and it had 299 Engraving Slots.” she pumped her hands in celebration, her joy was infectious and Rowan smiled.
That’s a great achievement, Mira, congratulations.”
“Okay, let’s see what is happening. I’m inside your Spirit Matrix and figuring out how to proceed. I should be able to contact my father once before I leave the Body Farm and I have been saving that opportunity until I’m able to bring your issue to him.”
Andar nodded in appreciation and gestured for her to continue.
Mira sat closer to Andar and brought her hands forward until she rested it on his forehead, her eyes closed and she began to mutter the words to a Rank 1 Spell–Third Eye.
The higher a Mage ascends in Rank, the less they would have to depend on tools like chanting to perform spells, as they would all be engraved in their Spirit Matrix.
Mira had a plethora of Rank 1 Spells, most likely all gathered from her father’s Arcanum, where he stores his Spell Books. With her ability to wield Rank 1 spells as an Acolyte, it placed her at the top amongst all the Acolytes here.
Following her chanting, Andar watched in fascination as a blue fog began to escape the edges of her closed eyes and gathered on her forehead where it created an eye with piercing blue eyes that resembled Mira’s own.
The eye winked at him and felt a slight tingling from her fingers on his face like static electricity. He suddenly had another point of view inside his head. Mira had been able to connect his senses to her spell.
Such quick thinking and consideration from her was the reason Andar chose to be her friend and became close to her.
Through the spell, he saw his face and he appeared listless, his silver eyes no longer glowed, but now resembled dull metal coins, his black hair appeared pale, and Andar feared that he was on the edge of death for a long while after he was sabotaged.
Andar closed his eyes so he could see with the Third eye from Mira and avoid any distractions.
The eye winked at him again, this should be the method Mira was using to communicate with him. He nodded and it quietly zoomed into his forehead and for a moment he saw the inside of his head and his pulsing brain, and the eyes moved towards his central lobe, where it diverted towards the Lateral Sulcus where a gleaming white light was shining.
Andar was speechless, “Is that my…”
“Yeah, that is the gate to your Spirit Matrix. A great portion of the lessons we learn is focused on Anatomy, specifically on Mages, which is essential because our bodies transform as we become Acolytes, and the metamorphosis accelerates when we become Mages. We would need to understand each change or a wrong mutation can place your life in jeopardy. Now let us see what is inside your Spirit Matrix.”
The ephemeral eyes zoomed into the white light and a picture of a vast storm presented itself to them before the view of his Spirit Matrix ceased.
He heard a thump and opened his eyes. Mira had collapsed on the bed, and her eyes were bleeding. She groaned and fished a healing potion from her spatial ring, after chugging it down, she took another.
“Aarrhh, how the fuck are you still alive?!”
“Language…” Andar muttered, his mind was far, he noticed something during the short moment he saw his Spirit Matrix through the spell.
“fuck your crow mouth, Andar, what the fuckity fuck happened to you? How can you still be alive and well with this sort of power acting inside you?”
“I have no idea, Mira, whatever is happening inside my Spirit Matrix must be the backlash from failing to Engrave a Supreme Meditation Art. Whatever chaos there might be, I hope it will soon be resolved, as I cannot wait to begin my journey as a Mage. What is more important, however, is where am I currently, and why did you have to break through the walls to reach me? Is the Body Farm inside the Black Tower?”
“Oh, you are going to love this. The Body Farm is built like a pyramid, and your room is the best and it is located at the peak. Your name has attained legendary status below. You will only understand when you leave this place, and you understand your distinction. I mean your fucking wardrobe is bigger than my bed, and I am in the second position inside this pyramid.”
“hmm, is that jealousy that I detect?” 𝙣𝒗．𝒕
“Of course I am jealous, numbnuts.”
A wristband she had around her wrist began to vibrate, “Uh oh, company is coming. I thought I would have more time.”
She jumped up and ran to the opened wall, then she stopped and ran back, she bent down and kissed him on his forehead, “You will get through this, I know it, the Limit Breakers are all waiting for your return.”
She turned and muttered the words to a spell, she entered the walls and it closed up behind her.