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The group of three began their journey back to the small kingdom of Agrabad. Nabu steered the ship with fierce determination, while Merlin and Morgana were left to their own accord. The vessel brimmed with spoils from Zagan's dungeon—glittering gold, relics pulsing with old magic, and ancient tomes bound in forgotten tongues.
Morgana sifted through the loot, inspecting jeweled artifacts and old grimoires with a glint of curiosity.
Merlin, meanwhile, sat cross-legged on the deck, his grimoire hovering before him, glowing faintly as it synced with the Rukh.
With a flick of his hand, his system began to write.
[MYTHIC TEMPLATE SYSTEM: MERLIN]
Name: Merlin
Race: Human (Soul-Altered)
Age: 17
Titles:
Kings Candidate.
Zagan Dungeon Capturer
Stats:
Magic Capacity: ♾️
Physical: 45/100
Intelligence: 85/100
Charisma: 100/100
Magic Pool: High
Rukh Control: Medium
Combat efficiency: Tier 6
Abilities:
All-Seeing Eye (Lv. 1)
Aero Signa
Pyro Signa (Unlocked)
Pulse Signa (Unlocked)
Void Signa (Unlocked)
Zagan's Djinn Equip (Locked)
Items:
Metherra [Bound]
Arcane Grimoire [Bound]
Soul Thread (Locked)
Metal Vessel (Unlocked)
Emrys (Locked)
Merlin whistled thoughtfully as he skimmed over his new abilities.
'Void is dark magic. Pulse is life magic. Studying these will allow for much more complex spell combinations.'
He smirked.
"I know what my next course of action is."
From her spot, Morgana glanced back and blushed faintly before returning to the relics.
TIMESKIP
Five months had passed since Merlin conquered Zagan's dungeon, gaining newfound power and immense wealth.
During this period, Merlin and Morgana parted ways temporarily. While he focused on gathering allies and expanding his magical mastery, Morgana set out for Magnostadt to study and build connections. They promised to reunite in two years' time.
Merlin's strength had increased significantly. His Signa magic evolved into complex forms, and now, he stood atop a field, with Nabu observing from afar, curiosity piqued.
'He said he wanted me to witness something.' Nabu thought, intrigued.
Merlin stood in the air, levitating with ease.
He whispered:
"Void Signa. Pulse Signa. Pyro Signa."
He began multicasting.
The terrain below trembled. Magic twisted the earth itself.
"Come to me… my dear servant."
Reality warped.
The once-barren plain split open. Out from it emerged a massive, grotesque being—its body sculpted from darkness, black fire, and twisting earth. Two glowing white eyes burned into the sky, eclipsing both Merlin and Nabu despite their high elevation.
The air stilled.
The creature dropped to one knee.
"Thank you for awakening me, my Monarch."
Nabu's eyes bulged.
"WHAT THE FUCK—"
He fainted instantly.
Merlin chuckled and studied the creature's form.
"You know who I am?"
The being bowed lower.
"Yes, my lord. You are the greatest sorcerer to walk this world. All who meet you are blessed."
Merlin smirked.
'A colossal creature that glazes me. Only I could make something this magnificent.'
"Do you have a name?"
"No, my Monarch."
"That won't do. You're my creation—my child. Look at me. Your name is now… Constance."
"Thank you, my Monarch."
If a smile could exist on such a creature, it wore one now.
Merlin thought for a moment—then held out his hand and whispered:
"Pulse Signa."
In an instant, the beast compressed, shrinking rapidly. Within seconds, it now resembled a small gryphon, perched upon his shoulder.
Just then, Nabu jolted awake with a shriek.
"AHHHHHH—"
He froze at the sight of the gryphon, eyes wide.
"What happened to the huge, wretched—?"
Constance cut him off.
"Watch your mouth, fool. I am perfection, forged by perfection. A being like you could never comprehend my glory."
The gryphon squeaked, strangely regal—with a tone that reminded Merlin of a Spanish-accented cat in boots.
Merlin laughed quietly.
Nabu grumbled.
"So... I take it your strength jumped again?"
"You could say that," Merlin replied coolly.
"By how much?"
"Currently? Maybe four people in the world could truly harm me."
Nabu blinked.
"You're joking…"
Constance snorted.
"Stupid human. My master is being humble. There's no one alive who could defeat him."
[Scanning Target…]
Name: Constance
Race: Rukh-Forged Construct
Origin: Created by Merlin (Pulse/Void/Pyro Signa Fusion)
Titles:
Familiar
Firstborn of the Sorcerer King
The Eclipsing Flame
Emotions: Devoted | Proud | Arrogant
Combat Proficiency: Tier 3 — Tier 7 when fully unleashed
Core Attributes:
Magic Affinity: High (Fire, Earth, Darkness)
Intelligence: 65/100
Loyalty: 100/100
Physical Durability: Extreme
Magoi Pool: Medium
Magical Potential: Adaptive (scales with Merlin's growth)
Abilities:
Blackflame Body – Grants resistance to physical attacks and dark magic.
Size Manipulation – Can grow from palm-sized to mountain-scale via Pulse Signa command.
Dragonborn's Voice – When fully grown, its roar can cause paralysis in Tier 5 or lower enemies.
Perfect Loyalty – Immune to mind control, fear, or corruption.
Binding Pact: Monarch's Will – Cannot act against Merlin. Can be remotely summoned or dismissed.
Thoughts:
"My creator is flawless. All shall bow before his flame."
To demonstrate his growth, Merlin activated a new field spell.
"Pulse Signa: Poison Terrain."
The landscape transformed into a toxic forest—spores, strange plants, and dangerous mist filling the air. Only Nabu's wind shield kept him from collapsing.
Merlin stood unfazed. Constance rested smugly on his shoulder.
"It's not just terrain control—it's condition shaping," Merlin explained.
"I command the Rukh to infuse the environment with my will."
He flexed his fingers, dispelling the field.
Despite his magical dominance, his breathing grew labored. He stumbled slightly.
Nabu caught it.
"You okay?"
"Fine." Merlin exhaled.
"I just… can't sustain this much magic output physically yet. My body lags behind the magoi I can control."
He looked toward the horizon.
"Once I unlock Zagan's Djinn Equip, that'll change."
Later, as he packed supplies and reread Morgana's letters—her warm words of affection lighting his face—he scribbled a note in reply.
He explained his next journey: a voyage to Reim, to study swordsmanship and forge new connections.
As he sealed the envelope, Constance yawned.
"Another dungeon to capture, Master?"
"No." Merlin smiled.
"The next stone on the road to Camelot."
He closed his eyes.
The ship departed from Agrabad.