There may also be some inaccuracies, since English is not my native language.
Essentially, TBATE is first translated from English into my native language — and in that process, some details are already altered to make it more understandable for us. Now I'm taking that adapted (and somewhat distorted) version, revising it, rewriting it, and then translating it back into English.
I hope you'll point out any mistakes in the text that I might have missed.
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Third-person view
After killing the two chief monkeys, all the others rushed toward the trees. Their white bone hands moved toward the trees and seemed to merge and dissolve into them instantly. In three breaths, all the monkeys disappeared, and if it weren't for the corpses of their fellow monkeys, this place would look like any other.
Holding two corpses of bone monkeys, Lucius filled his hand with aether with interest and pierced their chests with his bare hand and reached straight for this strange pulsation.
Crack.
Crack.
The breaking bones made an unpleasant, dry sound, which sounded especially sharp in the now quiet forest.
"Ugh, why are you tearing them apart, do you want to eat?" asked little Regis mockingly, who appeared after the fight. Since he flew away in the previous zone, he lost most of his aether and, as a result, became a small dog.
Without saying a word, Lucius tore off the bone monkey's arm with one hand and threw it at Regis. "Quiet."
"..." Regis's gaze lingered on the bone arm for a second and then moved to Lucius. "Do you think I'm a dog?"
Ignoring him, Lucius' fingers found what he was looking for.
Crack.
A small bone shield, barely the size of a child's palm, appeared from the chest of the huge monkey in his hand.
"Is that... a shield?" Caera muttered, leaning closer to get a better look.
Her long, dark blue hair brushed against Lucius's shoulder, bringing with it a faint, unexpectedly delicate floral scent.
"A floral scent... in the relictombs? ...Never mind. That's not what I'm thinking about." Shaking his head slightly, Lucius snapped out of his thoughts and gently brushed the strand of dark hair from his face.
"Sorry," Caera quickly pulled her hair back, noticing his movement, and looked even more closely at the uneven surface of the small bone shield.
Throwing the shield to Arthur, Lucius filled his hand with aether again and just as mercilessly tore open the chest of the second monkey, the one armed with a bone spear. As expected, a few seconds later, a bone spear almost identical in structure to the shield lay in his palm.
A thin layer of aether pulsed faintly in both objects, emitting strange waves unlike anything Lucius or Arthur had ever seen before.
Rolling the small bone spear between his fingers, Lucius thought. A moment later, the spear dissolved into his core, and he immediately felt a familiar connection - almost the same as with GodRunes.
Pointing his finger at the bone tree, which was over twenty meters tall, he released a wave of aether into the bone spear inside the core. In that same second, the spear formed out of thin air, vibrated, and, like a rocket, shot toward its target at tremendous speed.
Crack
The impact of the bone spear against the bone tree caused a strange crackling sound, and the bone spear instantly cracked and broke without causing much damage to the bone tree.
"Weak," Lucius muttered, pulling the bone spear out of his core and throwing it to Arthur.
Caera, who had been silent all this time, opened her mouth, but instead of words, a loud sound of a hungry stomach came out.
"That's... I really haven't eaten in about a week," said Caera, her cheeks reddening as she looked away.
"We have to move," said Lucius, pointing to one of the mountains. "We can rest there for a while. As you understand, the forest is the habitat of these monkeys."
"Let's go," said Arthur in a cold tone, starting to move forward.
"I..." Caera began, but another voice interrupted her softly.
"We'll talk about who you are after we find a place to rest," said Lucius, examining the strange bone trees. After thinking for a few seconds, he continued in a thoughtful tone, "We'll have to come back here."
"Why? We definitely need to move towards that huge volcano, it looks like the boss's house," said Regis, wagging his tail.
Arthur and Caera's uncomprehending eyes shifted to Lucius.
"You saw those bone spear and shield. They work like artifacts, sinking into the core and giving access to their use," Lucius replied, starting to run. "We only saw two, a spear and a shield. Maybe there will be something else? Like bone armor?"
"Artifacts? Ah, that's right, you fill it with mana and it has a certain effect," said Caera, glancing at Arthur and Lucius.
"Well, I wouldn't say it's an artifact, more like a pseudo-artifact. The effect is too weak and too limited for a real one," Lucius corrected, thinking about how it appeared "more likely these monkeys have had it since birth in the form of a mutation, or..."
"or they found a way to create something similar," Caera finished in a spellbound voice.
Lucius nodded weakly. "Everything in this zone is made of bone, and the way the local inhabitants have adapted is very interesting."
"You know, I think I've stretched my legs enough. I'd better go back and collect some aether," said the cool aether puppy cough cough wolf, and with that, he jumped away.
"You know, I think I've stretched my legs enough. I'd better go back and collect some aether," with these words, the cool little aether wolf jumped, as if trying to fall into Arthur's arms, but instead dissolved into his body.
"What did he mean by collecting aether?" Caera asked as they made their way through the bone forest, dodging sharp branches.
"My summoned creature feeds on aether." Arthur kept his tone casual, as if it were perfectly natural to have an aether shadow wolf as a companion.
"But in reality, he is not a chosen being, is he?" she continued, staring intently.
Lucius and Arthur could practically feel her piercing gaze digging into the back of their heads.
Arthur slowed his pace, searching for words, but Lucius answered for him, in the same calm tone that could soothe even the most tense mind. "I don't think so. At least, not in the sense that you are used to understanding it."
Caera hesitated. "And... you're not mages either, are you? Not like us. You don't use mana."
Arthur continued walking forward in silence. Lucius replied briefly and calmly, "I don't think so."
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"Are you sure we should go in here?" Caera whispered, looking at the large cave in front of which stood a flock of giant bone monkeys.
Lucius nodded slightly. "It would be ideal. It's a fairly secure place."
Lucius glanced at Arthur, who nodded. "Let's go."
Tap, tap, tap.
The quiet sound of boots echoed right in front of the monkeys. The monkeys reacted instantly, lunging at Lucius in the same second.
Immediately, three huge bone monkeys rushed at Lucius. Filling his body with aether, Lucius engaged in hand-to-hand combat. A huge bone monkey lunged forward, swinging its enormous arm, which became even bigger when a familiar pulsation activated and made its arms look like two maces.
Bam
A deafening explosion from the collision of the aether fist with the fist of one of the bone monkeys echoed through the nearby rocks and trees. The shock wave from their collision passed through the bone monkey's protective layer and shattered all the bones in its arm, throwing it against the wall and forming a cloud of dust and bone fragments.
Immediately, two monkeys jumped back, their bodies blocking the passage to their friend, who was now in a pitiful state. The blow against the rock seemed to wake the leader, as all the other monkeys froze at the ominous roar that thundered with the shock wave.
A five-meter-tall bone monkey leader slowly emerged from the white cave, his obsidian-black eyes calmly and hatefully scanning everyone until they stopped on Lucius. Caera and Regis (who had appeared just as they reached the cave) visibly tensed when he raised one hand. Clenching his huge bony hand with a characteristic crack, he struck his chest twice. Then he pointed at Lucius with one finger.
"Damn. That's some guy," Regis muttered.
"It looks like he's... challenging you to a duel," Caera said, frowning in confusion.
"Fine," said Lucius, stepping forward and putting his blue-green cloak away in his system. "At least it will save us some time. Defeating the leader counts as defeating the pack, doesn't it?"
With that, he moved forward and stood a meter in front of the bone monkey.
The opponent roared at the top of his lungs, and his kin joined in, pounding their fists on their chests in unison, the battle resembling the drums of a military march. Without saying a word, Lucius and the bone monkey approached each other.
"What are they doing?" Caera whispered.
But there was no answer. Standing before the huge leader, Lucius raised an eyebrow when the enormous bone monkey spread its huge bone arms as if inviting him to strike.
"Oh, I see," Lucius muttered, realizing.
They weren't fighting; it was a game. It was an exchange of blows until one of them fell.
Shaking his head, Lucius smiled weakly, spreading his arms in response.
The bone monkey grinned wildly.
First move!
Several familiar pulsations sounded in succession from the bone monkey.
Huge bone hands glowed brightly, turning into two huge clawed bone maces. A huge fist tore through the air, striking Lucius sharply.
Lucius coughed up blood and flew like a cannonball, landing on a huge tree behind him.
Bam!
There was a terrible crash as the tree broke and crumpled.
"Lucius!" Caera cried, looking in horror at several broken trees from which bone dust rose.
Arthur's gaze turned cold, a black sword appeared in his hand, and he was ready to act.
"Hehe... Nice hit," Lucius laughed softly as he stood up, his head tilted back, his gaze fixed on the calm white sky. His chest was visibly concave, at least four ribs were broken, and his bones made a plaintive creaking and cracking sound as he moved.
The bone monkey grinned wildly, starting to beat his chest and pointing a single finger at himself.
Counterattack!
The bone hair on his body grew longer, turning into armor, and his teeth grew longer, turning into huge fangs. His whole body swelled up, and a wild, confident grin appeared on his face, as if to say that no move could harm him.
"Hah," Lucius smiled weakly, gathering aether in his left fist. Reaching the necessary point, he lunged at tremendous speed, and his aether-soaked fist collided with the body of the giant bone monkey with a loud crack.
Under the force of this enormous power, the leader of the cave folded like a book and flew like a falling star, landing several dozen steps away, crashing into the mountain wall.
Bam!
The entire mountain shook violently. The mountain rocks collapsed, burying the leader of the bone monkeys in this cave.
Crash, crash
From the pile of bone stones, the leader of the bone monkeys, his body badly mutilated, slowly rose. He no longer beat his chest or grinned, but watched Lucius, who had already fully recovered, with fear and caution.
Just one blow from Lucius, and the once-proud bone monkey leader realized that he could easily be killed in this fight. There was no need to continue the fight; the outcome was clear to everyone.
The familiar pulsation activated again, and the bone monkey's shattered torso was completely restored in five breaths.
Lucius stretched out his hand, pointing to monkey chest and then to the bone forest. Words were unnecessary.
The leader of the bone monkeys, who had previously settled in this cave, pushed seven different bone pseudo-artifacts out of his body, carefully placed them on the bone ground, muttered something, turned around, and, together with the entire pack of more than thirty monkeys, slowly and fearfully watching Lucius, went into the forest.
"That was cool!" said Regis, sniffing the pseudo-artifacts.
"Are you okay?" asked Caera, examining Lucius's body.
Lucius nodded weakly and moved deeper into the cave.
"He's fine," said Regis, wagging his tail. "He doesn't like it when people worry about him, so it's easiest to just ignore it."
Caera nodded weakly, but her head was full of questions. How could you not worry when someone was almost turned into mincemeat right before your eyes?
Arthur had similar thoughts to Regis. He had noticed some time ago that Lucius was uncomfortable when someone showed concern for him, so Arthur decided to stop worrying, or at least stop showing that he was worried.
"Hm? Is that... milk?" Lucius said, looking at the strange picture.
There was a small lake in the cave, but instead of crystal-clear water, it was completely white, with a faint shimmer of aether in the milk.
"It really is milk," said Lucius, taking a sip of the cold milk, which was of unusually good quality. Immediately, the small amount of aether he had used up during the battle began to replenish itself. He thought to himself, "I'll have to put this milk in my inventory."
"Well," said Regis, looking around the cave, "shall we stop here for a couple of hours?"
"Yeah, Caera needs to rest, otherwise she'll become a burden," replied Lucius, pouring milk into a wineskin that disappeared in a moment.
"Hey! Sorry I can't go without food and can't regenerate body parts in seco..." Caera shouted indignantly.
Grr.
The sound of her hungry stomach interrupted Caera's tirade about how she was a pretty normal person. Unless, of course, you counted the Vritra blood in her.
"Apology accepted," said Lucius, sitting down on a small ledge. A small wooden box appeared in his hand.
"Here," he said, tossing the rectangular box full of warm buns to Caera.
Sniff, sniff.
Caera opened the box and sniffed the buns suspiciously, then looked up at Lucius skeptically, but a second later, her stomach betrayed her again with a loud noise.
Carefully taking one of the buns, she looked at Lucius and slowly took a bite. Immediately, her eyes widened like two saucers, and she let out an incomprehensible sound of bewilderment and delight. After more than two weeks of eating only limited amounts of unappetizing food, followed by about ten days of no food at all, she was completely immersed in the enjoyment of warm and incredibly delicious food.
"Phew, hic," Caera exhaled after a few minutes of eating everything, and immediately burped loudly.
Her cheeks flushed and her eyes darted around, a habit she had acquired while in high society, where even her breathing was controlled. Fortunately for her, neither Arthur nor Lucius paid any attention to it.
"So..." she began awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood, "where did you buy these buns?"
Without taking his eyes off the bone pseudo-artifacts, Lucius replied, "I made them."
"You made them?" Caera asked in bewilderment, her brain, relaxed by the warm food, conjuring up a strange image of Lucius standing in the kitchen in a white apron, carefully preparing these delicious buns. It was a strange thought. Especially considering that Lucius was a very powerful ascendant.
"Yeah, this guy's food is incredibly delicious," Regis replied, also eating a steamed bun with pork filling.
"...Why would an ascendant cook for himself..." Her words trailed off as she remembered Lucius' words to Daria.
"Yeah," Regis nodded understandingly, "this guy doesn't eat from other people's hands, so his cooking skills, mmm, my respect."
Bam
The loud sound of a bone spear hitting the bone wall of the cave interrupted the conversation between the two gluttons.
"Hey! My buns!" Regis growled, trying to cover the steamed buns with his paws from the dust that had risen.
"That's more powerful," Arthur remarked.
"Yeah, he's the leader after all," Lucius replied and threw a bone shield at Arthur. A second later, Lucius created a bone spear and aimed it at Arthur, who had summoned the bone shield.
Bam
Crack
The bone spear crashed into the bone shield at tremendous speed, and both immediately cracked and broke, destroying themselves.
"Hmm, not bad..." said Lucius, handing everything to Arthur and walking over to a small bone ledge, where he immediately sat down, preparing to immerse himself in his thoughts.
But a soft girlish voice prevented him from doing so. Caera had already seen something similar in the previous zone, so she decided to act before he completely tuned out.
"Where did you get them?" she asked, pointing to the soft steamed buns from which warm steam was still rising.
Lucius showed her the back of his hand and the spatial ring he wore. "From my..."
"No, it's not there," she shook her head, her usual calm replaced by childlike excitement. "I can tell for sure that you didn't activate the ring. Wait, you can't..." Caera's eyes widened with realization. "Of course, how did I not notice this before? You can't activate the ring because you don't have mana."
"And the rings don't work that way. Time flows there just like in the normal world. Your buns looked like they had just been baked," she said, dangerously approaching Lucius, her ruby eyes shining brightly.
"I..." Lucius began, raising his hand, on which a set of clothes immediately appeared, then disappeared, and in its place appeared a ripe tomato, which he handed to Caera. "It's my innate ability. Just as you can control the fire of the soul, I have at my disposal a small space that I can control, a space where time does not flow."
"Amazing," Caera's ruby eyes shone with intense curiosity as she looked at the tomato in her hand and then at Lucius, who was calmly watching her.
"And you? Can you do that too?" Caera asked, turning her gaze to Arthur, who was looking at Sylvie's stone with a complicated expression.
"I have a rune spell that works on the same principle, and the ring is just for show," he replied, realizing that he was unlikely to be able to wriggle out of it, and he was tired of lying, so he rolled up his sleeves and showed her the rune
....
"Is there something on my face?" Lucius asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, just... Who are you?" Caera asked.
"An ordinary soldier who was mortally wounded," Arthur said with a shrug. "You must remember that we met shortly after that."
Lucius simply remained silent, clearly not intending to answer.
Caera narrowed her eyes and pouted. "That's too vague. If you had asked me, I would have guessed that you two were some kind of anomaly in the relictombs, caused by the aether, to lure me into the deepest depths of the ancient mages' endless fortress."
"Lure you?" Lucius replied, tilting his head. "I'm sorry, but if my memory serves me correctly, it was you who tracked us down through the medallion and tricked us into taking you with us. Although, in a sense, I am also to blame, as even before the ascent, your movements seemed familiar to me."
Caera tensed before clearing her throat.
"I admit, it was a little indecent," she said, turning away.
"The medallion...?" Arthur asked quietly.
Caera fidgeted awkwardly, still unable to look him in the eye, her hair falling over her face like a curtain. She raised her hand and pulled out a white dagger with a gold medallion attached to it, decorated with feathered wings spread out on a shield adorned with a wreath.
"The medallion," she finally said.
"Once again... I apologize," she said, still bowing her head.
"You've already answered how. Now you must answer why," Arthur said, the aether flowing from him, pulsing in the air and giving tangible weight to his emotions.
"What I said in the mirror zone was true," she said, shuddering slightly. "I can tell that you two are different and... I wanted to know more, to see everything with my own eyes."
"Then why didn't you reveal yourself?" Arthur asked coldly. "Why go to such lengths to hide your identity?"
"...No offense, Grey, but even passing dogs can tell how closed off and distrustful you are. Would you have let me go with you two if you knew who I really was? And Lucius is just like you, if not even colder..." she replied, raising an eyebrow.
Surprised by such a sharp response, Arthur opened his mouth to protest, but Caera continued.
"Besides, I always have to disguise myself wherever I go," she smiled solemnly, touching one of her dark horns with her hand.
"There's something I can't get out of my head," Arthur finally said after he had recovered. "Why do you hide your horns? I thought horns were something to be proud of."
"I suppose that's a normal reaction, and for many it is," she said softly. "But in reality, it's not that simple."
Caera paused, as if afraid to say too much. Sighing, she continued
"Every house with traces of Vritra's blood in its lineage is registered so that the offspring of these houses are immediately tested at birth. If there are traces of The High Sovereign's lineage in the blood of a newborn, they are immediately taken from that house and placed in the care of the Highborn, who are capable of raising and educating the child to become an outstanding figure," she explained.
"So, the Denoirs aren't your biological parents?" Arthur's thoughts jumped to his own parents and his strange relationship with them. Although he was born to Alice and Reynolds and considered them his real parents, like Grey, he was born to another woman, a mother he remembered nothing about.
"Yes, that's right. I don't know my biological parents. The Denoirs had the 'honor' of raising me in the hope that the blood of Vritra would awaken in me, which happens quite rarely."
There was a hint of sarcasm in the word "honor," but no one clarified it, allowing her to continue.
"Until then, I had to be raised, educated, and trained in the safest conditions possible, because if anything happened to me, the rulers would strip the Denoirs of their nobility and lands, at best, and in the most extreme circumstances, they could even destroy the entire family."
"That must have put your relationship with the Denoirs on the brink," said Lucius.
Caera let out a quiet chuckle. "That's putting it mildly, Lucius. But yes, the only one who really treated me like a person and not a glass sculpture was Sevren, the original owner of the white dagger, and the only one I could truly call a brother."
"He would drag me out of my room so we could train together until dawn. After becoming an ascendant, he would return and always tell me stories about his ascension—the thrills and dangers of the relictombs." Caera said softly, remembering her brother.
"That explains your attachment to the relictombs," Lucius said, as if he knew nothing. "It also explains why you have to disguise yourself as someone else, but not why you hid your horns, even when I first saw you with your guards."
"The fact that my Vritra blood manifested was kept secret from the Denoirs, even from Tegen and Arian," she said.
"But how is it that the Denoirs still don't know that you manifested your Vritra blood? I thought that was the whole point of them accepting you into the family," Arthur began, who had been silent until then.
"Yes, and under normal circumstances, they would have been the first to know," Caera agreed. "But when my dormant Vritra blood manifested, I was with one of my mentors, Scythe, who was sent by one of the Vritras."
Arthur tensed at the mention of the powerful Alacryan generals who had nearly killed him several times, but Caera didn't notice as she absentmindedly stroked her horns.
"My mentor immediately took me to a secluded place and helped me through the whole process before explaining what would happen to me now that I had become a true Alacryan with the blood of Vritra." A solemn smile appeared on Caera's face. "She gave me a choice: either I would be subjected to experiments and made a soldier for Agrona, or I would continue to live as before, a disappointing foster child of an overly caring family."
"I suppose you chose the second option?" said Lucius, taking out the relic of surveillance.
Caera chuckled. "I don't think I would have ended up in the bone zone with two mysterious possessors of forbidden magic and several relics if I had chosen the first option. Do you even have any idea how many laws you've broken?"
"Probably not many more than a girl who hides the fact that she can wield Vritra magic," Lucius pointed out. "And I doubt it's normal for you to talk about The High Sovereign as if he were your least favorite uncle."
Caera stared at him for a moment before bursting into unexpected laughter.
"I guess that's true. Here..." Then she took a small teardrop-shaped pendant from under her outer garment and handed it to Lucius. "It doesn't work right now, but it's a relic that hides my horns and allows me to change my appearance to Haedrig's."
Lucius held it in his palm, feeling the traces of aether emanating from it, which could not be confused with anything else. "Are you sure you want to tell me all this?"
"It would be unwise of you to trust me after I deceived you, but the closest alternative to trust is mutual assured destruction," Caera said, smiling grimly at Lucius.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, a faint smile appearing on his lips as he spoke in the softest tone imaginable. "You know... I could break this right now..."
The Alacryan aristocrat's eyes widened. "Y-you could? That would be... problematic."
Lucius stared at the crystal-blue relic, studying and analyzing the aetheral runes that had been engraved by the djinn on the inside of the transparent stone. Caera watched him intently, nervously biting her lip as he turned the priceless relic over.
Lucius's face returned to its neutral expression, his voice becoming calm again as he handed her the artifact. "I was joking."
"You were joking?" Caera began, raising her eyebrow slightly in amusement. "I didn't know you had such a strange sense of humor."
Lucius said nothing in response.
"Hehe, he let Daria give Grey the potion mouth-to-mouth just to watch his awkward face," said Regis with a broad grin, for which he received a kick in the rear from Arthur.
"That's all well and good... but it's time for you to sleep," Lucius began, descending to the floor and completely ignoring the teasing of his two strange companions, sitting down in a meditative pose. "You have five hours."
"How cruel," she muttered, her eyes darting around in search of a softer place to sleep as she bit into a delicious tomato. At that moment, a soft sleeping bag flew into her head and caught on her horns. She glanced from Lucius to the sleeping bag for a couple of seconds, smiled weakly, wrapped herself in it, and lay down quite close to Lucius, who raised an eyebrow at this action.
"What?" she asked, meeting his gaze. "Grey makes me feel like he'll kill me if I don't breathe right."
"What an accurate description," said Regis with a dog-like grin, wagging his tail. It was quite a funny picture, considering that he now looked like a puppy. "Ever heard of the killer of sleeping ladies?"
"Hey, I was joking!" Regis immediately yelled when part of the aether left his body.
Sighing, Lucius closed his eyes and was about to ignore everything around him.
Seeing this, Caera just smiled weakly and curled up tighter in her sleeping bag, falling asleep in a couple of seconds, tomato juice still running down her cheek.
"Did she really fall asleep that easily?" Lucius asked himself, hearing her rhythmic breathing.
"Well, she was tired and hungry, so I understand why she fell asleep next to you," Regis replied in an unexpectedly calm tone.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what he meant. Seeing this, Regis continued, "Your aura? Your calmness and serenity in any situation is quite peaceful, even for me. What can we say about a morally exhausted girl somewhere in the relictombs?"
After this revelation, Regis dissolved into Arthur's core. Regis was unexpectedly right; Lucius had always been calm, and many animals were drawn to him, and children's eyes seemed to light up when they saw him.
The children could climb on him as they pleased, bite and pull his hair, and Lucius would just sit and watch to make sure none of them accidentally hurt themselves, completely ignoring his own minor injuries.
This manifestation of his aura also made the air around him extremely calm, which is why he himself spent quite a long time babysitting his younger sister, who would only fall asleep next to him.
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I'll complain a little here.
Since I work a lot (Monday through Saturday, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m., plus an hour's commute in the morning and two hours in the evening due to traffic), I have little time to write, which causes significant delays in the graph updates. I'm sorry, I can find time sometimes, but during those times, I just stare at the clouds.
So, I thought I'd found a solution with the AI translation, but I was disappointed: if I give it too many commands and translate the text into English, at some point it starts paraphrasing and truncating the text itself.
In this chapter, the AI cut about 900 words (I wrote 4800 words in this chapter, not counting the words after the crosses). A huge amount of my text was simply disappearing. Naturally, I didn't like it. Why waste my time if it's all just going to disappear?
So I went back to a regular translator that doesn't truncate words, but gave the AI just one command, which saved me a ton of time:
ether → aether
ethereal → aetheral
relict tombs → relictombs
area → zone
Kaera → Caera
Gray → Grey (capitalized only)
Hedrig → Haedrig
Alakria → Alacrya
Alakrian → Alacryan
jinn → djinn
magicians → mages
Kosha → Scythe
Denuar / Denuars → Denoir / Denoirs
If you notice an inaccuracy in the wording, you can How would you describe the correct way for me to add this to the correction?
That's where my lamentation ends. The AI humiliated me in the moment, but I took him by the horns, so even failure has its upsides, I guess.
And since you've read this far, if we get 50 Power Stones, I'll post the new chapter on March 4th instead of March 6th or 7th.
Also thanks to Legacy_824, Lenny_River_3102 and Lucas_Araujo_3395 for the constant power stones, it gives me the strength to sit down and start writing