Angor’s eyes grew wider when he learned about the amazing transformation caused by Toby’s emotion.
A griffin born from fury… What will happen when Toby confronts the other emotions?
According to Greya, she used five “spices” when creating Toby and bestowed five emotions to the bird. There were four others—love, hatred, grief, and sadness. Would that give Toby four new forms?
Neither Angor nor Toby could answer that question. They had to wait for the emotion challenges to come again.
Angor ended his questions here. He no longer had to ask what else Toby could do using his newly gained power. After all, he saw how Toby knocked Dira away with a single hit, and that itself already told them enough.
There was another reason for why Angor stopped asking—Nausica was coming to him again.
“Hey Angor, guess I’ll take Shan and Shiliew to the gray zone. Once we’re out of here, make sure you hit the pub so that we can all thank you properly.”
“Gray zone?” Angor was confused.
“Oh, oops. We just learned about it too. Place your spirit feelers on the Meraid’s Sword.”
Angor complied and quickly ascertained the situation.
“The colors of our swords tells us where to go?”
“Yup,” Nausica nodded and said, “which means we have to go separate ways now.”
Angor and Keely had golden swords and the current zone was where they belonged.
Angor looked around and noticed that even though the golden zone was pretty big, it had fewer people—less than 30 apprentices. Everyone was staying somewhere private while gazing at the law of purification in silence.
The silver zone was similar in both its size and number of occupants, while the white zone and gray zone looked pretty crowded. Most people had to share their available space with someone else.
While observing, Angor also saw Alan who was happily waving a hand at him from afar.
Angor felt glad that his friend was safe. Also, he was quite surprised to see Falca standing together with Alan even though that man dodged his gaze for some reason.
Anyway, Angor wasn’t going to find out the reason why those guys were together.
Meanwhile, he also saw many people giving him different looks—envious and suspicion being the most.
He did nothing more than casting indifferent glances back at them.
After talking to Keely, he learned that those people staying in the air chose to do so just so they could display their authority to others. Once the purification began, they all had to return to the ground.
After learning everything about the environment, Angor returned his attention to the purification law ahead of him.
The glowing spot was quietly hovering above the center of the area while expanding. Also, Angor found it strange that the sequence power he sensed was extremely weak. In fact, it was of a completely different level compared to what he experienced inside Soul Genesis Garden.
Back in Soul Genesis Garden, Angor didn’t have to get close to the law to feel its overwhelming power, which even knocked him out once. But here, the law of purification had its power restrained, which allowed people to stand close without getting affected.
Still, the rhythm of the law was clear to see.
Angor felt something warming up in his heart simply by looking at it. The law power was like gentle sunlight that removed all coldness built up inside his body. His volatile blood flow caused by drinking too much Cillian’s Witch Stew was slowly being mended.
Soon, Angor was indulged in a pleasant experience.
A moment later, he woke up when he could no longer sense the law power, and it disappeared from his view.
Telling from the whispers among people, he realized that the law did not “disappear” for real. For some reason, it fell from its spot and sank into the ground beneath.
Suddenly, several shiny walls emerged from the ground, and the walls completely blocked off all zones. At the same time, all of the Meraid’s Swords held by the apprentices began to glow.
Dira, who had been waiting in the sky, quickly landed in the golden zone with his golden sword in hand. His action more or less told the others what was going on. One by one, those who were enjoying their temporary fame above everyone all headed to the correct zones.
The purification was starting.
Previously, the center of the purification garden would emit its power toward the outside, which meant those closer to the center could enjoy more purification power.
But it was a bit different this time.
Everyone saw a tiny seedling growing up in the center of the area. As the seedling broke through the earth, they felt a rising aura coming into existence, which was already strong enough to disturb the environment.
While the power around the edge of the vortex was relatively weak, it grew more and more intense near the storm’s eye.
In the next second, without any warning, the energy rushed into everyone’s body.
This was the “purification” everyone was expecting, something that enhanced their chances of becoming wizards.
Angor thought this would be a painful experience, but it was not. As the energy traveled through his flesh, he felt lightweight and free as if he were enjoying a cruise among clouds while a pair of soft, gentle hands were caressing his skin.
While at it, the hands slowly but surely pulled all impurities off his body.
Filth, old wounds, magical contamination… nothing could hide their forms as these unwanted stains were turned to nothingness, leaving people’s bodies clean and pure.
No one made a sound in the entire altar area as they carefully enjoyed the divine pleasure.
However… the looks on their bodies weren’t so “pleasant”.
From every pore on their skin, black substance and tainted blood came seeping out and blemished the area with stink.
Due to the protective magic array, the pollution was soon removed. Otherwise, the Altar of Demise would smell worse than a public outhouse.
On the other hand, those still watching the screen from outside the garden were witnessing the terrible disaster.
All wizards shook their heads and looked away in disgust. There was only Muse who lifted his filming stone and prepared to capture all of Angor’s scandalous looks.
But as time went by, Muse was beginning to look quite annoyed.
Compared to the other apprentices who were basically shedding piles of dirt, Angor was clean—too clean that it looked abnormal. Angor had nothing more than a thin layer of greasy sweat coming off his skin, that was about it.
The grease did not destroy his handsome looks. Rather, it made his pale-white skin appear brighter and healthier.
Of course this was not what Muse wanted to record.
Did that boy undergo some sort of purification before coming here?
Since there were many more ways to do so apart from using a purification garden, Muse quickly accepted his idea. However, this garden did more than purifying one’s body; it also removed filth from one’s soul.
Now THAT won’t be so enjoyable. This Angor has to look miserable when enduring the painful soul purification so that I can record his face…
Inside the altar area, the purification power did little help to Angor since he had most of his filth cleansed in Soul Genesis Garden. And since he was standing pretty close to the source of the power, the purification power began to repair some of Angor’s old injuries as it had nothing else to do.
When the initial phase came to an end, Angor felt his body as lively and vigorous as ever.
The seedling in the center was changing again. Gradually, it grew taller and gave birth to forks and branches.
Eventually, it became a giant tree that stood tall above everyone else.
