Chapter 151, 1/2

Chapter 151, 1/2

Erick found out a lot about the Warlord Clans by watching them from the sky with Ophiel, sussing out various nomadic tribes here and there, and also watching what happened to the face stealers being interviewed beside Warlord Niyazo’s camp, by the soldiers of Songli.

Mostly, the face stealers revealed nothing. The only one who revealed anything was the raging man, who cared not for the idea that one shouldn’t scream and threaten one’s captors, who happened to be the law, with all the ways that one usually killed people, in defiance of the law. Songli did not take kindly to that sort of behavior. That guy was destined for the chopping block, for sure, but not before all that he had said was used against everyone else in his little Hunter gang.

Erick had seen enough of that to cement his desire to help Songli root out the Hunters up here. Perhaps he would eventually help these warlord clans to hunt Hunters, as well, but he didn’t know these people that much, and so, he wasn’t going to offer them the same offer he had given Songli.

At least not yet.

Which was why he had sent Ophiels far and wide; so he could find out more about these fur-wearing tribes.

In a style similar to the orcols of Glaquin, the Warlord Clans north of Songli were almost entirely nomadic. But what Erick had seen previously, with ‘villages’ of three to four hundred traveling along the grassland, was like seeing a bird on the wing and never realizing that birds built nests, and these Warlord Clans built lots, and lots, and lots of nests.

They traveled the grass, but they lived by the rivers. The smaller the river, the better. All one had to do was go 1200 kilometers north of Holorulo to begin to see the strong hand of civilization upon the land.

The development began north of the joining of the Wanzhi River and a similarly large river from the west. Other, smaller rivers joined to both of these large waterways, and with a small lightstep forward, away from the Wanzhi, Ophiel lost which secondary river had been the main one; it was like a branch ever branching. Lightstepping backward to the Wanzhi River, Ophiel proceeded north, along the main river again, but soon, even the Wanzhi River became one river of a thousand others, each of equal size and strength.

And everywhere Ophiel looked, those waterways had been manhandled by people, along their edges, turning riverbanks and floodplains into pools and fisheries and irrigation pathways, where gardens were either in use, and full of food, or had been left to fallow. Most of the tumbled land had been left to fallow, actually. Some places had overgrown rather spectacularly with old-growth purple tomato vines and large berry bushes and whole messes of other foodstuffs, all growing over each other. Erick called them ‘stations’ in his mind, for lack of a better term, until he heard a clansman in Niyazo’s village call them ‘riversides’.

Almost none of the riversides were occupied.

The few riversides that were occupied were well tended, where people opened floodgates to pull the river water down irrigation ditches, flooding the gardens temporarily, while other people pulled vegetables and fruits out of the ground like there was no tomorrow. It seemed that no one made these riversides their permanent homes, but they certainly diverted the rivers and streams however they wished. Some small streams had been so badly mangled that there was no connection to the larger rivers downstream, for there was no ‘downstream’ to be seen.

Erick understood why Eralis had been complaining about the lowered levels of the river. Some of the riversides were dry, and kilometers away from the river itself, for the river had been moved. Sometimes tributaries just ended, their final stretch of visible water ending in a deep pool, or piddling out into nothing, right there in the middle of nowhere. A few riversides were no longer near the rivers at all; they were just bushy growths out in the middle of grasslands.

Grasslands without any trees, too, which was another odd thing. All this water, and no trees.

Erick came across a clan burning down a copse of trees, giving him a reason for why there were no trees in this grassland, but not an answer ‘why?’. A few more times, Erick came across the same thing happening, but on smaller scales.

Eventually, he formed a hypothesis.

Monsters lived in the forests, so it was reasonable to assume that some culture, somewhere, had decided to burn down the forests all around them, and then they had to keep those forests burned, so they became wanderers who lived in yurts. Maybe.

Anyway. The water, and the reasons that it didn’t reach Eralis in the quantities that it usually did.

The Wanzhi River’s tributaries were absolutely everywhere, but even with a million people all mangling these tributaries however they wanted, it was still a surprise that something like ‘less water reaching Eralis’ was a thing that was possible to occur.

Which is not really what was happening, anyway.

It was the cows that were the problem. A million people, but millions of cows. Everywhere the people went, the cows followed, forging rivers, trampling grasses, creating desolation and breaking up riverbanks. Muddying the waters and the land. And when they passed, water evaporated.

Maybe.

There were just so many cows, everywhere. All over the place. Most individual clans seemed to like individual breeds, and stuck to that one. There were blond and shaggy cows. White and black cows. Black. White. Red. Blue cows, too; those were kinda pretty, with their large glinting horns. Fuzzy pink cows that gave pink milk. Orange cows with orange milk that made bright orange cheese. Most of them mostly gave white milk, though.

There were a few major ‘cities’ along the largest of the riverways, but while they were close to water sources, they were decidedly distant from the deeper waters. There were monsters in the waters, too, so that made sense.

Erick didn’t think of them as cities in the usual sense, though, for their main features were their large, empty parade grounds, dozens of kilometers across, where anyone could pull up their yurts and set down for a while. The cows had to stay outside though, except, of course, the cows that were part of the ‘show off your cows’ contest that Erick happened to spy as Ophiel was flying through. Very pretty red cow in that show, with her hair clipped into geometric designs.

The people themselves were of all types, but in most cases, they existed along the incani-demi-human axis. There were mostly incani clans, with large horns and deep colors to their skin tones, who camped right next to human Clans. Almost every tribe had demis in them. If the Quiet War was here, then it was truly quiet.

Erick didn’t see many books, or many high-technology objects, like high-class fabrics or metalwork or glasswork, but the people looked happy and healthy. Children played in the open, overseen by the whole clan. Warriors patrolled the outskirts, keeping eyes on the tall grasses and the deep waters. It was a pleasant enough place.

Moving right along.

Some mobile clans encountered river monsters in their riverside destinations, and either killed the offending lizards or fish or hippo-like beasts, or they avoided the fight, and moved to the next riverside down the way. Mostly, the clans stayed away from the untamed, larger rivers, where the larger monsters lay.

Erick spotted a juvenile rivergrieve in the deeper waters next to a freshly occupied riverside. The clan had yet to start farming; they had yet to open the floodgate to let water into the farm. The rivergrieve had seen them, somehow, and waited just beyond easy sight of the sluice, its eel-like body, ten meters long, undulated below the surface of the water, eyes trained forward on the easy targets. The eel would barely fit inside of the watergate, but it would fit, and it would head straight for the center of the riverside to tear into the people still preparing the land for a [Grow]ing. Or something.

Erick didn’t care what the monster was thinking; only that it was obviously plotting to hunt and eat people.

So Erick killed that half-ethereal monster with a [Luminous Beam], shining down from above like a line of oblivion, carving through the water, through the unaware monster. Erick got a notification of a kill, and while the people at the riverside were still getting to ‘high alert’ status because of the major magic going off right beside their clan, Erick had Ophiel grab the head of the rivergrieve and plop it on the riverbank, making sure Ophiel was seen doing so.

The warriors of that clan had been taken completely unaware; their unpreparedness showed in their wide eyes when Erick’s light came down, and then their wider eyes as they saw and recognized the head of the juvenile rivergrieve. One of the younger guys on duty fell on his ass, completely unprepared to defend his clan. That guy’s hastily conjured sword dropped from his grip, and rolled away.

Erick said, “According to the Kill Notification, it was a Juvenile Rivergrieve at about level 57.”

And then Ophiel took off, headed toward what would likely be the main starting location for much of the search for face stealers.

The main ‘city’ of the Warlord Clans was known as Ooloraptoor.

It reminded Erick of Treehome, but only the parts without all the permanent buildings. It was a parade ground larger than all the rest, maybe ten kilometers across, and situated next to a lake ten times the size of those parade grounds.

Directly next to the lake.

Which was odd. There were monsters in those waters.

This bore investigating. Obviously, something was going on here.

The lake was not the headwaters of the Wanzhi River, but the exit point for this lake was where the Wanzhi River actually started to look like the ten kilometer wide waterway that flowed beside the cities of Songli. The lake of Ooloraptoor, which was where the city got its name, was the dumping spot for a good thirty tributaries and two separate rivers. The lake itself was a hundred kilometers across, with depths and shallows and only a small portion of it tamed by the permanent residents of Ooloraptoor.

For there were two permanent structures upon these parade grounds, where yurts and cows and people moved in and out every day.

The first permanent structure was a squat place of stone and water, built lakeside. It was the size of a rather large mansion, maybe four stories tall. Its most recognizable feature was that it was ugly. It looked like something a starting [Stone Mage] might have made, for it was lumpy in spots, and more than one doorway was crooked. The windows were all sorts of thick and thin and oddly shaped, looking like bent ovals, or squat, melted squares. If there was an architect for this place, then they were likely drunk throughout all parts of the design and construction.

There was a nice shade tree to the side of it, though, half overlooking the water. It was a perfectly normal tree, too. Normal sized. Normal everything. And it was one of the very few trees Erick had seen in these northern lands.

A few elderly people in cow skins and blankets tended a small fire between the building and the water’s edge, while young people plied the lake, pulling up fish with [Watershape]. Those fish were then sold by slightly less elderly people in front of their stone house. Ignoring the elderly for the moment, what struck Erick about the place was the shallowness of the lake, and the methodology to the fishing. The fishermen stood in thigh-deep waters that extended kilometers off shore, fishing the whole space that had been delineated by the second permanent structure of this land; a stone wall that carved off a hunk of the lake from the rest of the lake. Beyond that wall of stone, the lake was still shallow for a good kilometer more, before it turned deep, and crystal clear waters became dark blue. Even further out, abysses of black water lurked, and monsters surely roamed.

That wall in the water, which was more like a sieve that prevented the larger monsters from coming forth, had been the only wall Erick had seen north of Songli. People patrolled the top of that wall, too, watching the lake for signs of monsters.

It was then that Erick realized a fundamental difference between these clans and the civilians of Songli.

These people still warred with monsters, daily, and they didn’t shy away from that necessity. Erick bet not a single one of them was below level 40. If juvenile rivergrieves showed up with any regularity, then many of these people had Classes, too.

While the citizens of Songli hid in their homes, behind their border clans, these people fought, and while these people didn’t have much of the niceties of Songli, they had full control over their own lives.

In the ‘city’ of Ooloraptoor, people grilled fish on portable grills. They smoked meats. They butchered cows and made stews in giant pots. They laughed and joked with each other, and it seemed really nice. There were even people in white robes here and there; representatives from Songli. There were other people there, too, but Erick didn’t know the origins of the black-robed, or the other, various groups of odd people here and there. Orcols were rare, but present. Harpies, quite a few, actually, spread out here and there. Shifters with their animal masks. Goblins.

Oh.

A whole lot of goblins, actually. Whole entire yurt-fulls of goblins. Multiple tribes of goblins, eh? Neat.

Erick came back to himself.

He went and made dinner, as he kept eyes out everywhere.

When Jane came back from her daily duties with Star Song to eat a home-cooked meal, Erick filled her in on what had happened with the face stealer and of his choice to help Songli eradicate the Hunters of the area.

Either through execution, or Blessing, the Hunter problem in this part of the world would vanish soon enough.

“Might take weeks, though.” Erick said, “Defining the problem was easier than solving the problem.”

Jane listened, then declared, “This is good! Where can I join?”

Poi spoke up, “If this happens, I need a third to protect your father, and you’re it.”

“That’s what I’ll be doing, then.” And then Jane turned to Poi, asking, “So you’re okay with this? Silverite is okay with agents of Spur helping to bring justice to people on the other side of the globe? I mean— That’s not exactly what I mean.” She said, “I still haven’t heard any fallout about dad deciding to participate in the Chelation War. This seems like taking another step in a certain direction and I’m surprised we’re not getting pushback from... From someone in charge, somewhere. Silverite at the very least. Songli has been almost eerily accommodating, too.”

Erick furrowed his brow. He honestly hadn’t considered that Silverite would think he was doing a ‘bad thing’, or however Jane thought of current events. It was kinda odd that Songli wasn’t pushing back harder than they were, though; that much Erick could agree with. But then again, he was offering help; he wasn’t forcing his help on anyone.

So on second thought, it was perfectly reasonable for Songli to be as accommodating as they had been.

Poi said, “Spur has fought the Shades for 850 years. Silverite has been the Mayor for 550. If there’s one thing she doesn’t mind, it’s the enactment of justice against people who deserve it. That’s what Adventurers do. Believe me; if she had a problem with your father doing whatever it was he was doing, she would tell him.” He said to Erick, “If anyone had problems, we’d hear about them.”

“What about the Blessing stuff?” Jane asked Poi, “Weren’t you against that?”

Poi turned back to Jane, and was conflicted, with his mouth in a scrunch and his eye ridges narrowed.

Teressa was not conflicted. She said, “That Crystal Star was created by your father and Koyabez. Why wouldn’t Silverite want to enact justice in a way her god assisted with? Same thing as the Black Star. Gotta topple tyrants; gotta execute killers. And now, with the help of Koyabez and your father, there’s the option to make Hunters see the light. I’m all for it. Maybe then those guys can get into a good afterlife.”

“Oh yeah! That reminds me.” Jane asked, “Did anything happen to Raidu, yet? I heard that... something—” She dropped her voice, concerned, “Okay. Something happened. What was it.”

Erick had gone wide-eyed, to stare at the fish and rice he had made for dinner. Poi had a similar expression.

Teressa’s voice was low. “Something terrifying.”

“Too dramatic!” Jane declared, verging on anger. She asked, “Dad.”

Erick started with, “A lot more happened besides the face stealers. First, there was the trip to the paddy house, which...”

Erick didn’t spend much time talking about the paddy house. By the end of the recount of the day, after Erick had explained about how Raidu was ripped asunder by the simple combination of a diamond-cut hat upon a spherical grand rad, Jane’s eyes were wide, too, and dinner was over. He hadn’t even brought up Raidu’s speech, but that was his next thing; he wanted to ask everyone what they thought about that.

Jane’s anger faded pretty fast as Erick spoke of what had happened, and nothing seemed to jump out at her. When he was done, Jane scrunched her eyebrows together. “That doesn’t seem that bad. But why do you use the same term for sundering and ‘The Sundering’?”

Erick paused.

Teressa whispered, “It was bad.”

Jane said, “I am willing to accept that it was bad. But why the same term?”

Poi said, “I don’t know. They’re both awful events?”

“Bout as worse as you can get!” Teressa said, “Ya know; on an extreme macro scale and a micro scale.”

“It’s times like these when I miss the internet.” Jane asked Poi, “You sure you don’t know?”

Poi said, “Ask an open-ended question, get an open-ended answer. The simple answer is ‘I don’t know’.”

Erick guessed, “Maybe the term ‘sundering’ comes from the creation of the new out of the old. I told you the story of Xoat, right? Well, Xoat was sundered into the base materials of the First Cosmology. Today, Raidu was sundered into mana, which is practically the same thing. If we were in the Old Cosmology —Cosmology numbers Zeroth through Third— then the sundering of Raidu would have created reality. Now, in this Fourth Cosmology, the New Cosmology, a sundering just creates mana, which overlays upon this reality of particles and physics.”

“I could buy that.” Jane said, “But then why was ‘the Sundering’ that happened 1450 years ago called a ‘Sundering’?”

“For the same reason.” Erick said, “In all the uses of the word, ‘sundering’ is both a creative and destructive event. Maybe that’s the true etymology of the term. Maybe, the Sundering of 1437 years ago was just a creative event that didn’t create a whole lot.”

Jane said, “Ah. Okay. I get it now. I was thinking it was a conspiracy, or something.”

“Maybe it is.” Erick moved on. “Anyway: How’s this for a conspiracy theory? Raidu was ranting about every single god being a Dark God, and that the true age of Veird is 8500, not 1450. He especially didn’t like being sundered because it would make him ‘food for the gods’, who ‘farm us like cattle for our mana’.”

Teressa breathed out heavily, and looked away, while Poi tried to ignore Erick.

That part of Raidu’s rant had hit them pretty hard, Erick guessed. It hit him hard, too, but he needed to talk about it. He couldn’t let something like that fester.

Jane’s reaction was more clinical than Teressa’s or Poi’s. Jane narrowed her eyes, thinking.

Erick waited.

Jane said, “Nope. Don’t believe it.” She added, “Maybe, if you want to take everything we’ve seen in the worst possible light, then that might be true, but I’ve been to the churches and the places of worship and all of the other areas dedicated to the gods. The gods help people. They’ve got some pretty strict rules on how they help, so they might appear to be Dark Gods sucking the mana out of people, but I came into this rather skeptical. I’ve expected to see something Evil in some dark corner of this world, especially when it came to the gods, and I haven’t.” She added, “I mean. Except in Ar’Kendrithyst. And wherever there are monsters. Or bad people. Or— I’ve never seen a shitty god, though.” She frowned. “Except the Crown of Heaven is divine and so is the Demon King, and they interfere rather a lot. And I guess Sininindi is kinda... Not great, from what I’ve heard. People pray to her to weather the storms and the sea but it’s more of a ‘please don’t hurt me’ sort of prayer. Her portfolio used to include the mana ocean between planes, too. She’s probably the most neutral goddess on Veird, except for Rozeta.” She paused, then said, “Rozeta gives magic to evil people, just as much as she gives magic to good people, but I think Rozeta gets a pass, because she’s in an adversarial relationship with Melemizargo.”

Ophiel had slapped him with a [Greater Treat Wounds] while he was on the way down. Then he did so again, standing atop Erick’s chest and tapping him with more healing.

Erick groaned as a sudden pain revealed itself across his entire body, and then relaxed away in the wake of another [Greater Treat Wounds]. A [Cleanse] flowed over him next, erasing the red from his eyes. Bile suddenly rose in his chest. He reflexively rolled to the side, causing Ophiel to take to the air as Erick coughed, expelling thick air and a little spit. He laid back down and groaned.

Poi was standing over him.

Erick said, “I think it was the Propagation Ban.”

“Entirely possible.” Poi extended his hand. Erick gripped it, and was hauled to his feet, as Poi said, “I like how Ophiel is trained to heal you.”

“I do, too!” Erick said, and then he couldn’t help but laugh.

Poi smiled a little.

A pair of old ladies who had been watching him from a pagoda a block over, also laughed, their trills of mirth carrying across the morning sky.

- - - -

In the aftermath of his experiment, Erick sat in his study to dissect what went wrong.

First of all, he could have sung to the sky, and called the mana to help him, but that seemed like a recipe for disaster on the level of the [Zone of Peace]. As it was, Erick was pretty sure he had gone directly up against the Propagation Ban today, which might put a hard stop to this project.

And yet...

None of the people he talked to about [Renew] ever told him that the Propagation Ban might be a problem. Maybe the [Draining Elemental] was the only problem here; he had never talked to anyone about that spell before.

He would need to consult an expert on the limits of the Propagation Ban, to understand the problem with his [Draining Elemental] idea. The first consultation would likely be with a simple book; the limits of the Propagation Ban were likely well known, and well researched, but Erick had never done any of that research.

Who to ask, though? The Headmaster? Yes, except Erick didn’t really want to go talk to him yet; he’d get waylaid by so many other concerns, first. Tenebrae? Yes; he was on the shortlist. Syllea and Opal were on the list, too. Opal might be a better person to talk to, since she was the one who introduced Erick to Tricking Magic, and Tricking magic seemed important for [Renew], but not so important to [Draining Elemental].

So maybe [Renew] was fine, but [Draining Elemental] was not.

Well.

Maybe they were two completely different spells?

Whatever. Besides the obvious problems, he couldn’t really make a [Draining Elemental], as it was, because his [Drain Ward]s were painful. [Drain Ward] felt like ants and needles and phantasmal cuts upon the skin, all at the same time, and that was not going to work. The end goal here was to make a spell that could be cast inside a house, or other defensible location, after all. Something that would automatically defend people on the approved list. Something that people were willing to use, and which didn’t require pain to use.

[Draining Elemental] went on the backburner.

It was time to try for [Renew] again. He had tried a lot of odd things months and months ago, and then every so often after that, trying to get [Renew] to work. But he hadn’t done much with this magic since he started his Worldly Path. Now, it was time to rectify that deficiency.

So Erick sat on a chair in his magic room, with the windows barred and Privacy magics strung around the place, but not inside; he was working in a ‘clean room’, magically speaking.

He had a few spells that only lasted seconds, but only a few of them were able to be deployed inside the room without breaking the room, and which were elementally aligned with his own Elemental Body.

Erick chose [Shooting Star].

With a flick of light, a bright white ball of energy appeared in front of him, ready to race off and zip through an enemy or ten, depending on how close the enemies were to each other, and how fast the little ball of light was able to go. There were no enemies here, though, and Erick told it to stay still, and so the ball of harsh light just hovered, trickles of glitter flowing away from its immaterial surface in every direction. It seemed happy.

And then it was gone.

Poof!

Spell over; five second duration.

He cast the spell again, holding his lightform around the summon in a gentle grip, watching and feeling how the [Shooting Star] broke down when the duration was over. The spell seemed content to hover there, in his grip.

Poof! Spell over.

“Hmm,” Erick grunted.

He cast again.

And again.

And again.

Watching with all of his various Sights, and all of his various senses, including the touch of his light. Listening to the spell seemed the most important, so Erick also closed his eyes and did that a few times, too.

By the thirtieth time Erick watched [Shooting Star] disintegrate, he was pretty sure that some intrinsic part of the working vanished at the 5 second mark, and then the spell quickly evaporated, practically all at once. By the hundred and fiftieth time, his former idea was nixed. His new idea was that something was breaking down the very second the spell came into existence, and that something only held together for 5 seconds, with a precipitous drop in spell integrity occurring at the 5 second mark.

By the two hundredth time, Erick was ready to try a manual [Renew]. He tried pushing basic Light-altered mana into the cracks of the spell.

He had done this before in his attempts to make [Renew]. He had tried a lot of different, odd methods in order to extend the duration of a magic. Back then, all his Light mana managed to do was destabilize the structure of the lightwards he had been working with.

This time, with [Shooting Star], Erick also destabilized the spellwork, and the ball of energetic light broke at the 4.5 second mark. It wasn’t a very stable spell to begin with, but Erick was pretty sure that he could make it so, if only he injected his mana correctly.

There were literally no books or learning that told Erick that this would work. No Arcanaeum books Erick ever read even touched upon the ability for spells to take in their own mana and become Permanent, if they were well-made enough. This was probably a failure (purposeful or otherwise) of the Headmaster.

Or maybe this was by the Script’s design.

Spells could be made Permanent under the Script, though, if they had that working put in them, and if they were simple, balanced spells.

But [Shooting Star] was anything but balanced. It was an energetic tyke waiting for the command to tear through an enemy, to dart through flesh and evaporate bone.

Erick’s theory was that if it was possible to stabilize something so unstable, and yet so simple, that he would be able to do it with applications of learning he had gained since the last time he tried this, and, almost more importantly, that he would notice that stabilization. 5 seconds was not a lot of time. It would be a breakthrough to get 5.25 seconds. It would mean he was on the right track. So he continued.

After a few hundred more tries, Erick decided on a different approach.

What was the idea of [Shooting Star]?

Erick channeled mana through [Shooting Star] and listened to the energetic playing of bloodthirsty sprites.

This time, he cast the spell, and then channeled mana through [Shooting Star] at the same time, directing the plume of light from his hand into the ball of white light.

The spell ended at 5 seconds.

Okay!

At least he didn’t destabilize it this time! This was progress.

This was the most progress he had ever made!

Incidentally, he had already tried channeling spell-altered mana into a cast spell before, and had never gotten this far with it. This was progress. Something had changed.

Well.

Erick had changed a lot, hadn’t he? Perception and Intelligence were massive changes.

Maybe the problem here was a matter of precision?

Oh!

Was this a mechanical problem? It probably was a mechanical problem. Erick didn’t want it to be a mechanical problem, though. Mechanical problems were hard to fix, because there were a lot of moving parts to an active spell. A magical solution with a single-vector approach would be the best solution, here.

Erick wanted a single-vector approach.

Another test:

Erick wrapped the next [Shooting Star] in his lightform and channeled the appropriate mana through his light, directly into the [Shooting Star], from all sides and angles.

The spell ended at 5.1 seconds.

In the glittering death of his latest summon, Erick sat back, furiously thinking. And then he did the same experiment again. He didn’t want what he was seeing to be a trick of his own perspective; he didn’t have a clock on hand, but he had gotten pretty good at timing [Shooting Star]’s life cycle in his head.

This time, [Shooting Star] lasted at least 5.1 seconds.

To be sure, he changed his setup.

He had two Ophiel each cast [Shooting Star] in front of him. Then he wrapped the right star in light and harmonized mana through the original spell, into Ophiel’s cast.

The left [Shooting Star] decayed fractionally before the right [Shooting Star].

Erick was, indeed, reinforcing the spell and keeping it alive longer than the blue box’s listed duration.

He sat back, had a think, and then he tried something else.

He tried Mana Altering to Light, instead of through [Shooting Star], and wrapping [Shooting Star]s in that, instead. He directed Light toward the parts that seemed to be degrading as soon as the spell came into existence, and then to all the cracks that formed in the later millisecond of the spell’s existence.

He tried a lot of different tactics.

There was no change in spell duration.

“Well, fuck.”

More and more, it seemed that this simple method of ‘shoving harmonically aligned Light into a spell’ was not going to be the way to [Renew]. The major problem Erick saw was that this method was too crude. Sure, the mana he was shoving [Shooting Star]’s way sounded and felt like the correct type of mana, but it was not fully the same.

Elemental Light was not the same as [Shooting Star] Light.

Duh.

The mana channeled through [Shooting Star] was exactly correct, so that worked to extend the spell’s duration, but that was not the path toward [Renew]. That was not the path toward a general-purpose spell that anyone could purchase for 1 point, to allow them to reinforce the spellwork of others. No one else was going to be able to purchase [Erick’s Shooting Star], in order to [Renew] his spellwork. No one was going to be able to purchase [Opal’s Grand Shield], so that they could [Renew] the shield that Opal had put over Spur to protect from the Red Dot. This line of spellwork was interesting, and might lead somewhere informative, but it was not the end goal.

Maybe he needed aura control, and not [Greater Lightwalk].

He had Remade a lot of spells with [Greater Lightwalk], so that Elemental Body was clearly able to do what Erick needed it to do with regard to spellwork...

But Tenebrae, and many others, had said that aura control was the path to true magic.

A proper aura control might allow him to make an [Intent Understanding] type of ‘attack’ upon [Shooting Star], and then, through some recursive spellwork, perhaps make a Basic Spell that would automatically made the appropriate reinforcement to [Shooting Star], or to any other spellwork that [Renew] targeted.

... That seemed like the way to go.

Erick kept at this experiment, though, to be sure that he wasn’t missing something obvious.

By the time noon rolled around, Erick hadn’t gotten much further than he had in the first hour. He called it quits, for now.

“Bah!”

Erick had pounded his head against the wall of [Renew] for long enough. It was time to pound his head against a different wall. So he got up, and went to find Poi.

“I need to talk to some Doctors about their [Draining Ward]s. Can you ask Elder Varo about that?” Erick asked, “I’ll have Ophiel [Greater Treat Wounds] and take over for whatever Doctor they have on site, if that needs to happen. I want to know how [Draining Ward]s are able to work without itching. I need someone who knows how it works. Having the Class Ability is not enough.” He added, “And I need to know where that place is with the kids with the wandering soul affliction. Actually. I’ll do that, first.”

Poi set down his book and started sending out inquiries.

Half an hour later, Erick had two destinations.