CHAPTER 9 BOOK OF SOUL
Garen stared at the old man and all he could do was nod his head repeatedly. He didn't understand the seriousness of what's going on, and all he was after, was the mystical powers.
"I know you don't yet understand the gravity of what's going on. But as you keep on learning, you will understand better." the oldman could see the eagerness written all over the boy's face and knew most of his earlier words, fell on deaf ears.
"primarily, there are four branch of magic users or otherwise known as Magus. The first branch which is also the biggest, are the mages. They are masters of the elements. They control pure destructive power. They uphold themselves as the greatest of us all." he said calmly. Garen was first confused as he didn't understand what he was saying. After all the man said he will make him a sorcerer and he his ranting about mages.
The oldman seems to know what he was thinking and easily dispelled his doubts. "you have to understand the branches of magic, how each and every branch affect and entangle each other. None of the four branch can stand alone without the other. We are all essential."
"the arcanist are the next. They command a mysterious power known as the mystic arcane. Through this power they create a domain. An area they have total domination over. Once you enter an arcanist domain, it's near impossible to survive." Garen mouth was wide open when he heard this. They can just cloak themselves in their domain, Wouldn't that make them invisible.
Once again the experienced old man easily predicted what he was thinking. "hehehehe, Garen remember there is no absolute power. The arcane power can only be controlled by some people with special body. Also the domain draws upon the user's life-force. So they don't activate their domain most of the time. Hehehehe, even though the arcanist are powerful, we sorcerers are just as strong." the oldman couldn't help but praise sorcery.
"the third are the alchemist, masters of production and creation. They are the rich bastards who no nothing than to throw money at any problem. Though they are quite useful, they have next to zero personal combat power; but with the help of their creations, they can achieve frightful capabilities." the plan man seems to be quite prejudiced at the alchemist. Though he didn't quite know why they are considered rich, since there is one alchemist at the mountain and he looked nothing like rich.
The hold man put a pause in his explanations and told Garen to get him a cup of water, which he did. The hold man drank it in a single go and let out a satisfying moan.
"finally the greatest of all. That is sorcery. Though we have an eternal pursuit of the everlasting truth, we believe in the unlimited potential of the soul. So we dig deep into the soul to serve as a fuel to our pursuit of truth." then the oldman boast and proclaim about the greatness of sorcery. Garen got bored to the extent he didn't even bother listening anymore and instead, he began to count the numbers of jars in the room.
The oldman took no notice of the boy's apparent lack of interest and instead, kept on glorifying sorcery.
By the time the oldman finally stopped, Garen was already half asleep. The man's face flushed red in embarrassment and soon alternate between red and green. The old mN coughed loudly and finally got Garen's attention.
"master, of all this four branch, I can not seem to find the one olauf fit into." Garen couldn't help but be puzzled. After all the strength olauf showed that day (while he was training) was impossible to be normal.
The oldman laughed derisively at his words. "hump, there is nothing special in what he did. He his a warrior, warriors are not considered to be under any branch of magic, it would be a disgrace to magic. They are nothing but a bunch of day dreaming fools who believe in unearthing their inner power."
Bahil waved his hands dismissively at the mention of the warriors. He seems to not had any importance to them and his contempt to warriors was bare to all. "garen, you shouldn't bother by that. In just 4years of training as a sorcerer, you will easily triumph someone like garen."
"enough about warriors." the oldman got it from his small stool and walked towards a wall in the room and placed his hand on it. His hand gave out a bone shilling glow and a section of the shift upward. The man stretched his hands into the space in the wall and brought out something.
He walked back to his stool and sat down. He placed the thing in his hands; which turned out to be a book on the table at his front.
The book was definitely not normal. The book cover looked as if it was made of human skin and it was squirming about. At its center lay a lidless an gruesome eye. The eye iris was pitch black like it conceal the darkness of the universe. The eye pupil was blood red and thick red vein ran through out the eye.
Garen was revolted by its gruesome look. The eye turned around and stared directly at Garen. Garen felt nothing but terror as he was stared at by the eye. He felt the temperature around him fell and a chill that seem to penetrate his soul surround him. He squirmed and felt maggots crawling on him. The poor boy staggered backwards and fell from his stool. He crawled at the ground and tried to get as far away from the book as possible.
"enough." though the oldman said this gently, the word resounded through his ear and he could hear no other thing but that single word. Bahil seem to change from an oldman to a giant who held the entire world in his hands.
The eye stopped and turned back at old bahil.
"sit down." old bahil said with a tone of authority and the boy did as he said.
"what his this?" he couldn't forget the sensation he felt just now. That primal fear that came over him was something he had never felt before; it seems to have come directly from his soul.
"this is the book of soul. To be precise a replica of the book of soul."