Supreme Magus novel Chapter 165

"Abominations are creatures mostly born out of greed, when someone pushes his body beyond its limits, destroying it. Unlike what most creatures think, Abominations aren’t only Awakened ones gone wrong.

I have fought and destroyed Abominations that spoke only gibberish, others that had no idea what had happened to them, having no concept of the mana core or world energy. They were simply born like that.

What I do know for certain, is that once an Abomination is born, there are three possible outcomes. The most common, is that the Abomination dies, either because of a prolonged lack of nourishment or because it gets killed.

They cause too much damage to go unnoticed, so humans or beasts usually hunt them down before they can learn to control their abilities. The second possibility is for the Abomination to seize enough world energy to stabilise its form and regain part of its senses.

They are called Empowered Abominations, and are much more dangerous than their younglings. They can use magic properly, control their hunger to a degree and live forever, or at least until they get destroyed.

Their greatest weakness is the lack of a physical body, which makes them impossible to blend in. They have to hide to survive, yet they manage to do great harm to the world, draining its mana to keep living.

The last and rarest outcome, is for an Abomination to find a proper host, becoming able of permanently stabilising its form and getting full control over the hunger. They are called Puppeteer Abominations, and are the most dangerous ones.

They usually prey someone of their same species, so a beast will target beasts, a plant another plant. The ideal body is freshly dead, in mint condition, and stronger than the one the Abomination previously had.

A dead body has no mana core, making it easier for the Abomination’s to settle in. It’s possible to possess a living body, but in such case, until the host is alive, the two cores will fight for control, making it impossible to use magic. (*)

The body’s conditions and strength are related to the need for it to be able to contain the Puppeteer. Without these requisites, it would be ripped apart by the chaotic energies, just like the old one.

As long a Puppeteer is able to control its urges, it goes unnoticed. The only way to identify them is to use Invigoration and check for the presence of corrupt energies. They are hybrid in nature, allowing them to develop unique and unpredictable abilities.

Both Empowered and Puppeteers can further evolve into Eldritch Abominations. Their powers are on the same level of the superior Monsters, like Scorpicores, Wyverns or Treants."

Milea had become used hearing Leegaain’s voice every moment of the day, even now that she was showering. The dragon demanded from her to keep the breathing rhythm during her meals, reading time and bathroom pauses.

Milea was avid for knowledge, the voice in her head had stopped bothering her after the first days spent together.

"Wait. I thought Eldritchs were the Guardians corrupt counterpart. You know, good versus evil? Are you saying they are weaker than you?"

Leegaain guffawed at such preposterous idea.

"Good? Evil? That’s a human concept that the world never cared about and never will. And to be honest, neither you humans actually do. You just like to fill your mouths with righteous words, before feeding on those of your kin that are too weak to retaliate."

Melia felt insulted by such cruel remark, but then she remembered all the fake offers for help she had received, all the misery and pain that her kind inflicted on itself in the name of profit or pleasure. So she changed topic.

"Well, good to know. A Guardian Abomination is too scary even to think about. How does one become a Guardian?" She asked.

"That’s a complicate question. Do you know what the real difference between the magic you learned at the academy and the one I’m teaching you is?"

Melia shook her head while applying the shampoo.

"Human magic is egotistical. You try to do everything on your own, using only the mana that your body holds. That’s why you couldn’t use powerful spells before, because your mana core was too weak.

Human magic forces its connection with the world energy, making a spell easier to cast, but doing so requires a great inner strength.

Now, instead, I taught you how to strengthen the core and how to borrow the world’s mana. It’s like the difference between lifting something using only the arms and doing it while coordinating your arms, legs and back.

That’s a trait that permeates mankind’s whole life, just like Abominations’ lust for power. That’s why you can become true mages, even evolve into Magi, but never before one of you became a Guardian.

To become one, you must accept the world, and the world must accept you back. Only by giving back what the planet has given you, it’s possible to pass the world’s tribulations and reach the Guardian state."

Milea sneered at her Mentor’s contempt.

"Really? And what did you give to the world? A huge scaly a*s?"

They both laughed heartily. They were getting fonder of each other with each passing day.

"It’s easier to show than to tell. Have you finished showering, or must I drain another waterfall?"

"Ready when you are, smartass." A sudden gust of warm wind dried her up, covering her with a white silk roman toga with a deep neckline and side slits that left most of her legs exposed.

"What the heck is this thing? It looks so ancient." Milea had materialized in what seemed a grass field for the livestock. Leegaain’s lair had countless rooms, some so big that it seemed to be in a world of its own.

The dragon’s mastery of dimensional magic allowed him to stretch the mountain cave into a continent.

They Warped again, getting close to what in the distance seemed a herd of cows. Milea discovered they weren’t cows at all. They had red eyes without pupils, and their skin was made by something that resembled opaque emeralds. _{freёwebnovel.com}