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Chapter 1253: Forging The Strongest...(8)



"Fractional Territory Expulsion?"

Skullius and the other phantoms were surprised, but not particularly confused. The name the phantom had suggested made it rather easy to understand what it was getting at: partially expelling a Territory.

But was this possible?

Could a simple skill issue be the one hurdle in the way of developing this?

"How exactly would we go about doing that? We can't slice a Territory into thirds now, can we?"

"That's exactly what we need!" the phantom with the idea exclaimed. "Of course, rather than tactlessly dividing our Territories, we'll split the effects and even the Imaginary GeoScape for good measure and infuse the parts into the Phantasmic Retainer!"

"Oh, that's brilliant actually. The Imaginary GeoScape has a mass of its own. If we divided the effects of the Territory, but kept the Imaginary GeoScape as is, the Retainer probably wouldn't be able to hold it still."

"I see. But if we are cutting up the GeoScape as well, we are going to need a lot more than just skill here, right?"

"Oh, absolutely."

Skullius once again felt like he had to butt in.

"My brothers in Somanda's demise, aren't you forgetting something here? If we temper with our Territories like this, won't it affect them when we actually need them whole?" he asked.

Skullius was still relatively new to Territories.

He had indeed created one, which taught him a lot of things, like the reason behind why a Territory was 'expelled', for instance: A Territory - after one decided how it world work and what it would look like - actually existed in a metaphysical form within the user's body before they cast outward.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The two Territories that had been isolated from Skullius because of the process facilitated by [Restless Storm Companion], were in their metaphysical states.

It was this bit of enlightenment about the state of Territories in one's body that made Skullius apprehensive about tempering with them. Wouldn't that damage them?

"Prime, relax. That's why we had you duplicate all our abilities. We don't intend to experiment with both the duplicates and the originals, you know?" a phantom answered Skullius' concerns.

And indeed, earlier, Skullius had been told to use Creeds to duplicate all of his skills and abilities. This had applied to everything including the Seeds of the Fruit of World Myths and the Majestic Territories.

"I see. If that's the case then alright. I assume we need Creeds to enable this ability to fractionally expel our Territories?" Skullius said.

"You know it."

And the phantoms once again revealed an elaborate schematic. The process that followed... was staggeringly complex.

Skullius summoned the Noboboyama and the phantoms worked with the Fractional Territory idea and an ungodly amount of Creeds to create several variations of Fractional Territories. A series of failures preceded the eventual success that followed.

It seemed the phantoms had been right in thinking Aphotic Catacomb of the Daemon and Purified Cadaver's Impartial Felicity were too much to handle for the Spirit of Blind Drowning. In fact, even their halves were too much for it. Quarters of both Territories seemed to be ideal, moreso for Purified Cadaver's Impartial Felicity, of course.

A perfect, functional Fractional Territory was infused into the Noboboyama successfully and then a series of adjustments which required Creeds were added to the whole thing, much to Skullius surprise; he couldn't say the adjustments weren't necessary though. Once again, he applauded the ingenuity of the phantoms.

Skullius then boldly added the Noboboyama to the black seed and was relieved when it showed no signs of cracking. He then added the rest of the combinations of Fractional Territories from the duplicate Territories, and then the original, whole ones - which the merging process fused together - to the seed.

"Goodness, I wonder what exactly that Permanent Max Evolution did to the Seed. It's barely even reacting and I can't sense what's happening inside it. Is that a good thing?" Skullius said. He couldn't help but get concerned.

"We're just going to have to believe that everything is going to be fine,

a phantom replied. "Besides, after we are done with everything, we will be going into the seed ourselves. We can confirm the situation then. Speaking of 'done', there's only one thing left."

Indeed.

One thing remained when it came to crafting the perfect body.

The Stolen Angel.

"Crazy..." Skullius said. "Our possessed self was about to substitute this thing for our soul." "Yeah. That was crazy," a phantom said with a course laugh.

The possessed Skullius, upon seeing that his counterpart had gotten a hold of his soul had attempted to destroy it. Now that Skullius had his memories, he understood the full reason: the bastard had believed that his body had obtained enough knowledge on the soul to qualify as both a body and a soul, hence rendering his actual soul obsolete. Well, he had also believed that the Stolen Angel would become akin to his soul.

It was a wild idea.

"Well, we don't really need the Stolen Angel, do we? We have already isolated its skills."

"It doesn't feel right getting rid of it, does it? I mean, it's essentially a version of us. Its eyes might be useful too."

But these arguments by the phantoms were only half-hearted.

The Stolen Angel had extraordinary regenerative abilities and could copy physiques and fighting styles with its eyes. Both these qualities were good, but the phantoms didn't think they justified keeping the Angel.

In its current state, it was only slightly more powerful than the average Stark Troop, and that was a generous estimate.

"I have an idea," Skullius said. "Maybe we don't need it, but someone else might."

Right then, both Skullius and the phantoms looked at one of the few things remaining in the space around them.

It was a consciousness which had been isolated from the Hybrid Luman body.

It was rather weak, so weak that it couldn't express itself like Skullius. How hazy it was, barely showing signs of solidity, demonstrated its pitiful nature.

Skullius drew close to it. If he had hands, he would have cradled it gently.

"It's time you had some autonomy, Sila. You've earned it," Skullius said to the Tower

General.

Indeed, the Tower General deserved a reward.

He had gone from attempting to steal Skullius body all the way back then, to helping him

reclaim it today.

Because of the other set of memories, Skullius now had vivid memories of Sila sacrificing his soul to restore Skullius' own, which had been breaking apart after his battle with Rayn, and how the General had tried to save Skullius from Fulgardt's influence. The Tower General had never ceased being the voice of reason in the possessed-Skullius' mind, nagging him constantly, hoping he would come to his senses.

It was for Skullius' sake that Sila was in this state - strange as it was that he was still kicking

in such a form.

For this, Skullius couldn't be stingy.

At once, he activated [Graceful Monolith of the Eminent] and added the Stolen Angel and

Sila's consciousness into one seed.

"Hopefully, this will work for you," Skullius said.

Once this process was complete, Skullius turned away.

It was time to taste Divinity and its benefits!