Epic Of Ice Dragon: Reborn As An Ice Dragon With A System Chapter 929 Creation Magic And The Frost Tower’s Powers

Chapter 929 Creation Magic And The Frost Tower's Powers

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"I learned Creation Magic from the Inheritance of the True Goddess of Ice of the Ancient World, Skadi. Who had left an inheritance within the world, that could only be acquired by someone that could reach a level of comprehension over the Ice Attribute similar to hers. All Ancient Gods had this Element, apparently, but now, not even us mortals can master it. It is a power that only True Gods, such as you Dragons, can truly Master…" Said the Venerable. "However, Descendants of the Progenitor Dragon Mothers are weaker than their parents, and as the descendants were born, they grew weaker in power compared to their truest bloodline."
"Is this why I can't use all of this power yet?" I wondered.
"Partially so. There is another reason as well. Because you're a descendant, you lack the original powers." Said the Venerable. "But because of your truest origins, you're still a True God, one of the few that can Master Creation Magic… It is one of the keys to defeat Oberon and also save the world from the approaching Era of Chaos… This is why unlocking each Bloodline is important, Terra here will help you." The Venerable of Ice said.
"I see… I guess there's no helping it. Terra are you sure you don't want to become an Undead and come with us after this is done?" I wondered.
"Ah, no, I am fine as I am. I want to give company to my friend here. Without me to accompany her, she would had gone insane long ago, hahaha!" Terra laughed, as the Venerable seemed silently angry.
"There are other questions I have as well.." I said, as I looked at Benladann.
"Yeah… I have one." She said. "How… do you know about me? And what's the truth behind the Chaos Dragon we fought?! Why did you put us in so much danger to just defeat it?!"
"I'm sorry about that…" The Venerable said. "I needed to test your strength, Benladann. But it seems you're truly the real deal. You're the Child of Chaos, a person with perfect affinity with Chaos to the point you can absorb its power and make it yours. Essentially, you're the second most crucial figure in our world after Drake, as you'll be able to cleanse it from the Chaos, and also bring the Chaos Spirits and their relatives from their Plane to your soul, saving them from their own Plane which is slowly being torn apart and dying. I have already learned their part of the story."
"So you know about them as well…" I said while rubbing my chin. "Benladann, did you felt any Spirit appearing when you ate the Chaos Dragon's soul?"
"No, the Primordial Chaos Spirit is, however, very strong. It took me some time to subdue its monstrous will, but it lacks any memories or emotions, it seems to be very monster-like." Said Benladann. "But I heard another distinctive voice as I ate the soul… I think this soul once belonged to Asgard, right? The Mother Dragon Goddess of Light… I heard her voice. She said: "Thank you", with a very soothing tone." Sighed Benladann. "After that, I felt a strange connection to somewhere… but I am not sure where."
"Huh…" I said, finding this strange.
"Indeed. The Primordial Chaos Spirit was a powerful Spirit, the one that governed the other Spirits that came to this world. His Will was actually strong and intelligent, he was a cunning and powerful god-like Chaos Spirit, stronger than anybody." Said the Venerable. "While her sisters were protecting the world in those times, Asgard had to step in and stop her. As the one with the strongest affinity against the Primordial Chaos Spirit, she had the best chances of winning… However, in their fight, she ended losing, as she was possessed and taken over by the weakened Primordial Spirit, transforming into the Great Calamity, the Dragon of Chaos and End, who was renamed as Ragnar?k."
"Asgard…" Sighed Benladann. "Maybe that voice was hers…"
"Were the Great Demons in that time? I always get confused…" I said.
"They were, the Great Demons and Oberon, they were alive when the Dragon Progenitors were still stepping the same land we are… All of their stories converged together in those Old Times… The Great Demons were heroes, but I only found this out very late." Sighed the Venerable. "It was thanks to their amazing Unique Skills that they were able to seal Ragnar?k after cutting her into pieces. The Will of the Primordial Chaos Spirit was completely destroyed, so the only thing that was left was a crazed beast with no intelligence, but still possessing an incredible amount of power nonetheless."
"And then she began unsealing herself over time, huh?" I wondered.
"Yes, every few million years… Each Venerable had to deal with her parts, over time, as the seals weakened, each part was reborn stronger than the last time. I was unable to defeat the part I saw awaken within my time, but I sealed her within my tower using my Divine Primordial Ice Arts I learned from Skadi's' Inheritance." The Venerable said with a sigh. "I am glad you were finally born, Benladann, with you, those fragments of the former Asgard might be finally find a place to rest in peace. But I don't really want to force you into this… Are you truly willing to help us?"
Benladann fell silent for a bit, as she began to think.
"It was very dangerous… Drake almost died there… But still, its not as if there's anybody else that can do it, right?" Benladann sighed, crossing her arms. "I'll do my best to try to defeat each part, but for that I'll need to grow stronger than before… So it might take some time."
"Thank you for your willingness.." Sighed the Venerable, once more feeling relieved.
"Well, with that said… What were those Trials from before?" I wondered.
"The mirage trials, you mean?" Asked the Venerable. "This Tower is special. It has a special effect within it, depending in the emotions of people it gains fuel and has the ability call upon residual emotion essence, gathered from specific souls… When someone saw someone, either dead or alive, it was something like a phantom of their truest souls. Perhaps a part of it, if they were already dead." Said the venerable.
"A phantom of their souls…?"
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