Electus - Chapter 504

“Uhhh… how’s this possible? Why is my crown bigger?” Eric questioned after enjoying the comfort of Ada’s hug.

A theory rose in his mind but it would be a dumb idea to live with uncertainty here where questions can be answered. “I don’t understand.”

Huna took a step forward and deciphered as her arm gently grabbed Eric’s left shoulder for attention. “You had to be crowned as well, so we decided to kill 2 birds with one stone.”

The long haired Rashlam followed up with a firmer point. “Yes, lava spirit sacrifices aren’t done this way but we improvised.”

And what got the visitors up on their feet was grand master Justak with an insane piece of information. “And well, you will live a lot longer now because an immortal spirit gave her life essence to you.”

Absolutely shocked, Eric pulled his head back and asked. “What?! You made me immortal?!”

Unable to understand the young King’s reaction, grand master Justak asked with an eyebrow jerked up. “You don’t like that? I think everyone would love to be immortal.”

“Who would want to live in this shitty world forever?!” Eric hollered and continued that claim with another badge of interjected emotions. “Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier?”

The long white haired Rashlam interrupted after and partially scolded. “Stop traumatizing the King, we have bigger fish to bite.”

Capturing the golden blood’s attention completely at this point, Rashlam continued. “You aren’t immortal, it’s just that your lifespan has been tripled or something as your soul is stronger now.”

Letting out a sigh of relief but yet seeing it as a problem again, Eric expressed. “So I have to fix the world for 300 years now?”

At this point genuinely confused, Rashlam mumbled through a question. “Uhhh… maybe, I don’t know. How long do Ignites usually live? Because you know we Calidum Lutum can live up to 2,000 years.”

“60-70 years, depends how rich people are really.” Ada answered for the young man, having been around Ignites long enough to know such a fact although herself an ill.u.s.tratian.

Wanting to cut the conversation short, Huna broke into the conversation. “Then you might live for 200 years, 300 if you eat potatoes or stuff like that.”

Proving the point further and getting to the topic she wanted to reach all at the same time, Huna pointed at the lava and cited. “Jaluuti has tripled your lava controlling and your soul, try your powers out over these so we can be sure you’re a magician.”

“Okay… so do I just wave my hand.” Eric murmured with himself, lightly moving his hands around before trying anything solid.

And afterwards he decided to go with the most loved move of a fire blaster, squatting.

Squatting is great to give a fireball an extra push, fire blasters use it for stability and at the same time to buy their selves the privilege of being able to blast something bigger without failing.

Lava controllers however, use squatting for the same reason, be it stability or for an extra push so that’s the base way of the two powers and in this case, races, relating to each other.

Squatting down just a little bit, the right foot just a few inches in front compared to the other although he’s facing the lava straight forward and feet set wide too.

First pulling his elbow back to gain momentum, with built up strength thanks to the muscles forcing curled into once place.

And so the young man finally pushed his right arm forward and gave out a bit of a warrior shout mid motion!

At that second the young man felt his feet losing the proper grip against the ground he had earlier.

From that point, the new lava controller felt his body shifting behind just by an inch, although still remaining in his squatting position.

His field of view managed to capture the lava shifting by that command of a move.

On his right side, at that same line where the arm was forced forward, pierced through the air, the lava followed that line and moved aside.

More accurately described, this power move created a fine line across the lava that sunk about a foot deep.

And since friction with liquid equaled to a wave like motion, the piercing line split the lava in two and created a couple of waves that stretched 15 feet wide.

The waves didn’t reach far, but one thing was certain, the young golden blood caused this disturbance in the lava pool.

But yet the squatting position he formed wasn’t nearly strong enough to handle what the power move originally delivered.

Once losing that firm grip from the ground, he flew 5 feet behind and landed on his back, although the lava was in the process of being split.

Walking over to lift the young man up, Huna declared. “Yes, he’s a magician.”

“Wow, I can really move lava.” Eric murmured to himself after being helped up.

“You can, congratulations my King.” Huna expressed and wiped a bit of dirt off his ass with a few slaps.

Grand master Rashlam broke in the conversation and explained, “You’re still pretty weak though, normally the lava isn’t supposed to throw you like a rag doll.”

“I’m aware.” Eric answered as he recalled all the painful exercises and lectures back in the old Lan Zhe. “I just need to exercise and stuff.”

Continuing the topic any grand master would love to talk about, Justak weighed in. “Yes, because when controlling or blasting lava, you’re holding the bit of its weight yourself and that can crush you if one isn’t careful.”

Looking at Qutalis, the young Electus asked. “Uh… so can I get the boots of Kashentis now?”

Firmly uncertain, the old man cited. “The boots… maybe, because being a better lava controller compliments any other power and it would go the same way around even if you weren’t an Ignite.”

And Huna continued the point. “Yes, you’re an Electus so any power you have compliments the other.”

Eager to figure out how this works, Sekun asked. “So in a way, Eric’s like a level 7 fire controller now?”

Having this hard to explain, Justak took a few seconds before answering. “When we do simple math, yes but he surely can’t blast anything a grand master could.”

“This new fangled power talk is giving me a headache.” Rash interrupted and encouraged the prime intent of their being here. “Let’s go get the boots.”

“So I will really live for 300 years.” Eric murmured to himself, still having it hard to comprehend such a grand prediction.

Understanding the pace and agenda, Rashlam queried. “About the boots, can you first help us with a problem that lasted for 1,100 years?”