Chapter 27: The Staff of Aleron

Chapter 27: The Staff of Aleron

Silas Blackwood, his body still aching from the grueling battle with the basilisk, approached the altar in the center of the room. His eyes fell upon the staff that lay atop it, its surface gleaming with an otherworldly light. This, he presumed, was the Staff of Aleron, the artifact they had been seeking.

Silas, activated his Essence Revelation skill, focusing his gaze on the staff without touching it. The information flooded his mind, revealing the staff's true nature. It was a tier 5 magical item, quite an exceptional find.

But it was the staff's ability that truly caught Silas's attention. The Staff of Aleron, he discovered, had the power to raise a mage's current tier by two, granting them access to the spells of their affinity that came with those elevated tiers. It was a tantalizing prospect, the thought of wielding such power.

Silas turned to Jace, a spark of excitement in his eyes. "Jace," he said, his voice tinged with eagerness, "do you think you could duplicate the staff? According to my system, it can raise a mage's current tier by two. Imagine if we all could use that?"

Jace, his brow furrowed in concentration, studied the staff for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Silas," he said, his tone apologetic, "but I can't duplicate the effects of magical artifacts. I can create a physical copy of the staff itself, but the magical properties, the ability to raise a mage's tier? That's beyond my capabilities."

Silas nodded, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. He had hoped that Jace's duplication magic might have been the key to unlocking the staff's power for all of them. But it seemed that the Staff of Aleron, like so many other artifacts, was a singular entity, its abilities tied to its very essence.

Essence. It's abilities were tied to its essence. What if he could copy its essence? He could extract essence. Why wouldn't he be able to copy it?

Silas delved into his essomancy skill menu. He scrolled through the list of abilities, his eyes scanning each one. And then, he found it: Essence Copy.

The skill's description was tantalizing, promising the ability to copy the essence of any object and reshape the essence of another object to match it. It was exactly what Silas needed to share the power of the Staff of Aleron with his friends.

But as his eyes fell upon the skill's cost, Silas's heart sank. 40 affinity points. He checked his own available points and found that he only had 20. Half of what he needed.

Silas's mind whirred, searching for a solution. And then, like a bolt of lightning, it struck him. He turned to his friends, a determined glint in his eye.

"Guys," he said, his voice steady, "I need you to fight me."

Jace, Rowan, Nadia, and Lyra exchanged puzzled glances, their eyebrows raised in confusion.

"I know it sounds crazy," Silas continued, "but hear me out. There's a skill in my system called Essence Copy. It would allow me to copy the effects of the staff and let all of you use it. But I don't have enough affinity points to unlock it."

Understanding dawned on their faces, followed by a flicker of excitement.

"So, if we fight you," Jace said, his voice tinged with realization, "and help you level up..."

"...you'll gain more affinity points," Rowan finished, a grin spreading across his face.

Lyra, her face alight with joy, found herself at the pinnacle of her magical potential, her current tier soaring to an astonishing 7. She could feel the spells of her affinity, once beyond her reach, now at her fingertips, ready to be unleashed.

Rowan, his stance tall and proud, felt his current tier climb to a formidable 6. He grinned, the power of his summons now amplified to heights he had never before imagined.

Nadia, her eyes sparkling with excitement, watched as her current tier rose to a remarkable 5. The light at her command now shone brighter, more vibrant than ever before.

And then there was Silas. As he activated his own mana core, he felt nothing. A system notification popped up. [Magic incompatible with user's affinities.

Converting to experience. +1000 exp][Lv 9 (1000/2560)]

While the extra experience was welcome, he worried that leveling up was going to get harder and harder. And with his skills becoming more and more expensive, that was going to be a problem.

As the rest of the group stood there, reveling in their newfound power, Silas couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and camaraderie.

"I have a feeling, that as soon as I touch the staff, we'll be transported back to the training room," Silas said. "Meaning, we wouldn't be able to use the staff. I think anything that is on our person that we didn't come with will disappear."

"However, if we put things into Lyra's pocket dimension, we will be able to travel back with them. Speaking of, we should harvest the basilisk's core."

Nadia, Jace, and Rowan got to work harvesting the basilisk's core, while Silas and Lyra got to work bottling the basilisk's stomach secretions, just in case.

Before heading back, they decided to have a campfire and make a meal out of the scornyx they collected.

Silas Blackwood and his companions gathered around a crackling campfire, the aroma of roasting scornyx filling the air. They had decided to take a moment to rest and recuperate before returning to the training room, their bodies still aching from the grueling battles they had endured.

Jace, ever the jokester, regaled the group with tales of his past misadventures, his laughter infectious as it echoed through the chamber. Rowan, shook his head in amusement, occasionally interjecting.

Nadia, her face illuminated by the flickering flames, shared stories of her childhood, of the pressure she had faced as a member of an elite family. Lyra, her eyes shining with empathy, listened intently, offering words of support and understanding.

As the conversation flowed, Silas found himself drifting, his mind wandering to the challenges that lay ahead. He quietly excused himself, rising from his seat and making his way to the edge of the chamber, where the darkness seemed to stretch on forever.

He stood there, his gaze fixed on the inky blackness, lost in thought.

Lyra, noticing Silas's absence, quietly followed him, her footsteps soft against the stone floor. She came to stand beside him, her presence a comforting warmth in the chilly darkness.