Ilea spent days upon days hunting Astral Spirits, training with Meadow whenever she had social energy to burn on the god of sarcasm. Its insight made the runes click far faster than she deemed possible otherwise. It wasnt that Ilea could comprehend how the runes worked, not really, she simply felt the way they distorted space and magic. With Meadow there, the creature could show her hundreds of different combinations of runes that prevented, slowed, reduced, interrupted, or otherwise disrupted her blink or Displacement. Wait, I think I can see it, she said and focused on the moving framework. It was hard to grasp at active magic that wasnt grounded in a being or material but instead was born out of runes and spread into the nearby space. Moving a spell or magical construct was one thing, moving herself out of one specifically made to prevent that proved much more difficult. She saw the connections and focused on herself. On her own framework, the mana that flowed through her, exuded from her, manifested in her spells and auras. She separated what she knew to be her from what wasnt her. And then she blinked. Ilea appeared at the intended position and jumped up in joy. Take that you fucking tree! There is no need for profanity, Meadow said. Dont take it personally, Ilea said with a wide grin. You escaped from one of the simplest constellations. A laughable achievement, but an achievement nonetheless. To think youre the pinnacle of what your species is capable of. Pathetic. Maybe I should train Michael instead, Meadow said. Im literally immune to your banter. Save your mind powers. Also, honestly? It took me a few years to get to this point. Id be more than surprised if I really was the pinnacle, Ilea said. I would doubt it too. Your ingenuity and high potential is undeniable. The work and danger required is much. Your self regeneration and high resistance to damage and death allowed you to reach your heights far faster than most would but I agree. It would be statistically improbable if there are no other humans far above your standing. Though as you have said, they remain hidden, or perhaps they simply choose to not dabble in mundane affairs, the Meadow said. They might be like me, just looking for interesting things to fight. The existence of other realms means a sheer unlimited amount of places they could go to, she said. Are you suggesting there are humans of all things, capable of traveling through realms? Meadow asked in an exaggerated voice. We were the ones to answer your call after all. Not super gracefully but thats how it is, Ilea said with a smidgen of pride. The horrific blood rituals after all werent exactly efficient. You act like you had a part in that, Meadow said. Shut up and teach me, old man, Ilea said. I am not an old man. I am a meadow, Meadow said. But you sound like one, Ilea said, squinting at the tree. Hah! I used your voice as a base. Your mind would shatter if I talked to you with my true voice, Meadow said. Please do. My Mental Resistance could use a few more levels, Ilea said and nodded eagerly. That was a joke, Meadow said, sounding a little deflated. Maybe your next Class then. The Enavurin could teach you, Ilea suggested. Another ancient creature you have met in your travels? Meadow asked. Another one that sleeps all the fucking time, Ilea said and stared at the absolutely massive wolf being. She blinked close again, nearly reaching it as the cold took over. My body literally should not be able to be frozen! she exclaimed, frustrated as she found herself unable to move despite Heart of Cinder burning within her. She blinked away again and quickly thawed. Its a miracle that you retain an ability to think when confronted with the frost of an Ice Elemental, Meadow said. I dont want a miracle, I want to pet it, Ilea said. Then that will be your goal. One even I would fail to achieve, Meadow admitted. Really? Ilea asked. The task suddenly didnt seem quite as mundane anymore. It is not fond, of petting, Meadow said. I mean I can see that, Ilea said, summoning a meal and sitting down on an ashen chair. Ilea studied a new anti teleportation field as she ate. Ever heard of Varrah? The name is not familiar to me, Meadow said. A god, supposedly, Ilea said. Blood magic. I would think most spirits here could be seen as gods in your realm. To those who do not choose the path of warriors, Meadow said. True. Just thought you might be interconnected somehow. A god network or something, she said. I am unaware of such a network. Though I have not traveled much, Meadow admitted. Ill send you an invite if I find it at some point, Ilea said and gave the creature a thumbs up. That is generous of you, the Meadow said. Ill get back to hunting then, Ilea said and stored the empty dish. See you later. I will perceive you at another point in time, the Meadow said. Normal friends. Im not crazy. No. Im fiiine.
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