"Al you ok?" I heard Elijah speak as he pulled me up from the ground with Gravity magic.
"Iv been better." I groaned out using my emitter powers to heal Elijah as we sat down on a pile of dead Golems.
"Wren Is a Slave driver even compared to Kordri and Sillas." Elijah Sighed.
"Sillas?" I questioned the unfamiliar name.
"The other pantheon Asura Training me and Arthur."
"Ahhh, so that's his name. Also, Wren isn't too bad compared to Virgil."
"How bad was it with him?"
"Let me frame it this way, You were training for like what 4 ish years with the Aether Orb right?" I questioned and Elijah nodded in confirmation. " I spent 8 years getting dismembered and beaten in the Stasis Orb. And I learn twice as fast as Arthur so It would have taken him 16 years."
"Holy Shit," Elijah said flatly in shock.
"That Aint even mentioning the fact Making new limbs fully functioning limbs If I get dismembered Is a fucking reflex that takes me a 10th of a second." I rolled my eyes holding a fully functioning arm out of ice and holding it in my hand.
"You sure your Still Ok? Mentally I mean." Elijah spoke in a worried tone as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Lonely as fuck without Claire, But other than that I'm fine." I shrugged.
It's been a month since we got here and have been training with Wren, Arthur Should be showing up any day now but other than that we are doing fine.
after My short chat With Elijah and Walked over to Wren, there was a small favor Id like to ask him.
"What Is it, Lord Tempest?" He spoke Curtly but in a slightly respective tone while going over a chart of our performance.
"Why do Asura's Call me Lord Tempest?" I questioned the second time I've been called that.
"You didn't know? No matter, The Clan Head of the Strom dragon Clan Has always been called Lord Tempest." Wren was confused as to why I didn't know but informed me anyway.
"I assume there was some other reason for you coming to me?" I asked quizzically.
"Yes, there was, I was wondering If you could make a weapon for me?" I couldn't go back To Dicathen without a present just didn't sit right with me.
"Boy, You may be the leader of an Asuran Clan, but do not overstep your Bounds. Doing such would be a waste of my time anyways." He waved me away, But I wasn't going to let up that easy.
"How about a deal then?" I smirked.
Wren eyed Tempestarii out of the corner of his eye but remained silent waiting for me to speak. "Wren If you make a Rapier for my lover I will let you Study my sword Tempestarii that was gifted to me by my god Boreas," I spoke holding out my hand for him to shake.
"your terms are... Agreed upon." He smirked slightly as he shook my hand, his hands were slightly calloused but not as much as mine, probably something to do with Asura's being more durable than 'Lessers'.
I handed him the Sheathed sword and obeying my will Tempestarii didn't drain his mana and allowed him to wield it. out of his dimension ring or the asura equivalent he pulled out a whole array of equipment ranging from tables to magnifying glasses and other random equipment that I didn't know the function of.
Wren drew the blade and started fawning over it like a schoolgirl with a new car. He flipped the sword in his hands over and over, looking over every inch, infusing mana over and over, testing sharpness and edge retention.
He constantly murmured and whooped with each new discovery he found in my sword.
"Remarkable! Truly This Is The Work Of The Gods! Marvelous!- So That's how that was Forged!" His voiced with each glace at it, Hell even Elijah joined in looking at it. Apparently, Elijah could already hide his presence well enough so he only took like two days to finish the forest training So he came here early and has been an apprentice to Wren as he trained his earth and Metal manipulation.
While Wren and Elijah were raving about my sword, I was experimenting with altering the Shape of my spell beads, It was a lot more difficult by I had some success with minor shape changes from the normal small orb to a cone shape and a Cube but anything other than that vastly decreased the mana and Strength of spells I could store in them.
Wren took an Interest in what I was doing So I explained the concept to him and He was surprised at the idea and that It worked, he tried a few times but after failing to do it he just went back to studying Tempestarii.
** 3 hours later**
"Alexander I'm Going to get the nessecery information to make the Rapier for your Fiancée, her name was Claire Bladeheart correct?" Wren spoke as he opened a portal.
"Yes that's correct, But please don't make her strip to analyze her mana flow like us." I sighed.
"I will collect the data through observation in a way that preserves her dignity, Oh and yes Do keep busy with your training while I'm gone," he said as he summoned a few thousand Powerful golems as he stepped through the portal.
"Oh, you Motherfucker!" I spat at the spot he had just disappeared from as the Golems approached us.
"Well, this is great." Elijah sighed pulling out his Warhammer.
"50 50 spilt?" I asked as my horns manifested and my claws dripped with Acid.
"Unlike you, my magic isn't meant to kill army's, 25 75 Split.
"haaaa... Fine, four eyes."
"Can it, Ya horny bastard."
"First off, my horns are fucking beautiful and So is Claire. Secondly, Fuck you too, half breed."
"Ok THAT was personal. Your a bottom and you fucking know it!" He spat at me.
"Ok but it's Claire your talking about can you really blame me? Also, keep talking like that, And I won't resurrect your Wife!"
"I can't blame you for that with Clare, but YOU IS A RAT BASTARD IF YOU DONT RESURRECT CECILIA FOR ME!" He pointed at me as he insulted me.
without a word two shadow spikes launched from our shadow impaling the nearest golem.
"Nah I'm just Fucking with ya" I punched him in the shoulder as we both burst out laughing before Turing to the Golems
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A few days later
Arthur showed up and Was trained just the same as us, Wren making him strip and fire spells. us getting attacked with only a few hours of sleep, fighting for hours and sometimes nearly a day straight.
Wren had been making Claire's Rapier at a painstakingly slow pace saying he needs the time to make sure every aspect is as perfect as he possibly could while using Tempestarii as a reference for the base of its structure.
From the few glimpses I saw of it which was merely the handle and guard and a bit of the blade, which to be honest looked like a thinner version of dawn's ballad with a fancy yet fictional handguard as well as a translucent red blade that was the same shade of crimson as her hair. But I did notice that the hilt was shaped to fit what seemed to be specifically Claire's hand, My main reason for deducing this was that the handle was thinner around the top and wider at the middle ever so slightly. Claire's pointer and ring finger had more Calluses than her ring and middle finger so it lined up more or less.
During our training, we were split up around the Crater at different sections as we fought a massive army of golems with our allied golems.
Throughout the battles, Wren shouted out pointers, advising us to avoid being herded into a corner as we mowed down enemy golems. Every now and then, golems that were stronger than usual would pop up, throwing us off guard at the start because they massacred the golems on our sides.
The day ended when we took down all of the golems. "That was brutal," Art sighed, laying flat on the ground. we were in an almost constant state of battle from the moment we were rudely awakened, with no chance to eat, drink, or even pee.
"Ya got that right." Elijah sighed.
"I don't even have the energy to heal myself." I breathed out, Although the Blade storm Style's stances let me fight with no wasted movement at all which made this a lot easier, Fighting for 14 hours straight leaves me exhausted.
Dinner was spent around a fire after Wren casually removed the golems and fake blood with a swipe of his hand. We began by debriefing the battle; Wren pointed out the mistakes we had made, from the minor ones to the potentially fatal ones.
"The total number of casualties on your side was 2451 golems, while the other side had 4500. Not an impressive victory considering the level I had made the golems on the enemy side," Wren read off from his notes.
This cycle of fighting while not in good shape till exhaustion or killing the army would be our routine for the next two and a half years.
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