The Runic Alchemist

According to them though, all three—no, all four kingdoms including the demons—had half their research efforts focused on somehow creating liquid mana generators. None had progressed much, even though both Faerunia and Eldoris had seen and studied the steel mana cube Damian had made.

Currently, all villages near the border of Dawnstar had been cleared out. Faerunians had occupied some 20% of Sanctuary land and were already working on building lasting fortifications. Sanctuary, even with the aid from Eldoris, had not launched any attacks on these invaders—only trying to defend the border and the villages behind them. The more land they lost, the more villages they had to evacuate and move the people to the main city or nearby towns. Loss of fields, and in turn food, made things even worse. Technically, people could grow things with spells, but no one had enough mana to grow tons of food and fill thousands of bellies every day. Without mundane people doing their jobs daily, this world would not function.

Damian had already thought of what to do; the added information had not changed much.

“All right,” he said. “We deal with the Faerunians today.”

All eyes turned to him.

“Sam will go there and open a waygate for others—Lucian, Einar, Souldealer—make it flashy. They only have two transcendents. Capture them after dealing some damage both to their army and the commanders. Bring them here before evening. I will make something to keep them contained before you leave.”

Sam nodded, so did all others he named. Souldealer looked at him with amusement in her eyes when he did not call her lady. He was in the highest position here and his base strength alone far surpassed hers. Maintaining humility was no longer appropriate. He was their commanding voice; projecting strength was the most basic thing one in his position had to do.

“I will see to it myself that Edgeheaven is returned back to the Highswords. We will deal with all the minor issues after we are done punishing these invaders and making our borders secure again. Evrin, send someone, or you can go yourself if possible, back to Eldoris. I will open a waygate. Inform the Elf Queen of our return and ask her to arrange a meeting with the allied front against the demons. Say Sanctuary wants to share its resources to aid in war efforts.”

“She will want to meet you first..” Evrin replied.

“Tell her to arrange it. I will meet her on the way.”

Damian then asked, looking at the full room, “Anything else before we end this?”

No one said anything for a while, but just as he was about to get up, one of the Dawnstar nobles spoke up, “What do we call you? You have transcended, right?”

Sam and Lucian looked at him. Right—they had not revealed their true names to the public yet.

“I am Runebreaker. You can address me as Keeper in official settings. I was told I am the only transcendent Rune Shaper alive,” Damian said, standing up, not mentioning he had another name. The last line did surprise some in the room—his class as a Morph Vialist was never clear to the public.

Murmuring started going around and only silenced when Lucian stood up. All eyes turned to her.

“I am FrostMother. Address me by my given name, Lucian Goldilocks.”

“And I am Stormcaller,” it was Sam’s turn. “You can call me Stormcaller, I like it.”

That made the room chuckle.

However, together Damian, Sam, and Lucian looked towards Einar. The older woman smiled a mischievous smile and walked near them, then whispered, “Babymaker.”

All three of them gave her a look, and she started laughing heartily. Evrin had seen it all. She elbowed her partner and said, “She is called Red Guardian.”

That suited her perfectly.

Sam left for Sanctuary’s border, flying at blinding speed. The others got busy in preparation to fight and bring prisoners. Sam had the sacrium bracelet—he could use a waygate to reach Damian. He just needed to step in, get an ID of a tree, and open a big enough waygate to let the standing army of Sanctuary come in.

They weren’t much, around six thousand something—which was enough when they had four transcendents with them against the 15,000-strong force of Faerunia.

Once they left, Damian would also leave with Land-breaker and Mindseer to face Hellstorm. Damian quickly made solid, giant handcuffs made of condensed steel. He also needed to get more iron from somewhere—his storage was very low. The handcuffs had a blend of divine seeker chains spell and powerful gravity attraction spells, along with constant mana exuding spells, so the wearer of the giant cuffs would lose their mana access for a while. The mana exuding spell emptied all mana—the exuding effect was strong. Damian had only kept it a few points lower than natural transcendent-level mana regeneration, so a person would never really fully recharge beyond 10–20% mana while wearing it.

Damian ordered some of the attendants he was assigned to as Keeper to arrange for raw materials of the liquid mana generator. He also added ten other easily gatherable things from the nearby forest along with it in a list, so his formula would be safe.

The last of what he had, he shared with Sam and others—everyone filled four mana containers, only the transcendents and the ones going to fight though. Not everyone was given this limited resource.

Mindseer asked for a mana generator for herself and Land-breaker, but Damian only gave them permission to fill a few mana containers. The tool itself—they could not have it.

Damian saw Land-breaker use mana to replenish himself, but he still couldn’t use it freely. Their eyes met—Land-breaker must have known Damian had done this to him.

Damian wondered why he didn’t ask him to remove it.

Maybe he was not completely sure if the demon lord’s influence on his mind and body had truly gone or not, and the guy wanted Damian to make the decision for him.

It was possible.

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