Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy
chapter-500

In the serene white room on the tenth floor of the Mystic Soul Tower, silence enveloped the space.

Constance, a woman in her twenties, captivated the room with her striking blue hair and piercing blue eyes. She stood there, silently gazing into a crystal ball that was projecting the Arcanists' attempts to conquer the challenges of the third floor.

As the Tower Master of the Mystic Soul Tower, Constance held immense power and influence within its walls. However, her mind was preoccupied with her own agenda.

With a flicker of excitement in her eyes, she shifted her attention to an orb of light, or the Divine Crystal, that contained a trace of Divinity. Given to her by Vale, she eagerly anticipated the moment when she could assimilate it.

She told Vale that she would use it to create a body for her and to advance her research related to immortality. However, she had actually already learned the secret to immortality. She just decided not to tell it to Vale. After all, the secret would involve the Mystic Soul Tower.

If Vale learned about it, he might demand to use the power of the Tower as well.

"Mhmm… Is he not done yet?" Constance muttered as she turned her gaze back to the crystal ball.

Having spent considerable time in preparation, Constance was ready to set her plan in motion. Once the current Arcanist within the Tower was expelled, she would seal the Tower, preventing anyone else from entering.

She knew this would cause a stir and commotion outside, but it was a necessary sacrifice to harness the Tower's potent energy and create a physical form for herself.

In any case, she was confident that the powerful Arcanists outside wouldn't dare to mess with the Tower for a short period of time.

"Ah, this one should be defeated on the fifth floor…" Constance muttered, her gaze fixed on the crystal projection of the ongoing struggle on the third floor.

With the skills that the man was showing, the fifth floor would certainly be their limit.

As expected, Constance didn't have to wait long before the current Arcanist was defeated and expelled from the Tower.

This was her moment to use the Tower for her own.

Immediately, she activated one of her abilities as the Tower Master, sealing the Mystic Soul Tower before the next Arcanist could step foot inside.

"Good…" As soon as she noticed that no one was able to get in, Constance smiled in relief as she began the ritual.

In the meantime, the sudden closure of the Tower alarmed those gathered outside.

"Senior, I can't enter the Tower with this key." The perplexed seventh-year student from the Holy Arts Academy exclaimed while standing at the entrance.

He couldn't help but wonder if the key he had been given had been sabotaged.

Confused by the sudden claim of the student, an official outside the Tower approached and inquired about the situation.

As soon as he realized that the key didn't work, it immediately alarmed him.

It didn't take long before the word spread to everyone in the surroundings. The audience became interested in the unfolding commotion as their minds were abuzz with speculation about the cause of the delay.

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Constance took a brief moment to focus her mind before she embarked on a profound and intricate ritual within her chamber.

Her eyes gleamed with eagerness, for she was about to undertake a special ceremony that would grant her the coveted physical form she had long desired.

The first step of the ritual required the Divine Crystal, the source of Divinity that provides an extension to a mortal's life. Holding it in her hands, she channeled her arcane energy into the crystal, allowing its divine essence to intertwine with her own.

Then, the crystal pulsed with a radiant glow, resonating with the energy of the Mystic Soul Tower.

Next, Constance retrieved an ancient tome, bound in worn leather and inscribed with cryptic symbols. This tome held the secrets of the Tower, passed down through generations of Tower Masters. It could also be considered the core of the Tower.

With careful movements, she opened the book to the designated pages, revealing a detailed diagram of a certain ritual.

To enhance the potency of the ritual, Constance had also gathered rare and exotic ingredients. She carefully arranged a circle of enchanted crystals, each imbued with a specific elemental essence.

'If I'm going to obtain a new body, I need to make sure that I can wield all the elements this time.' Constance silently thought.

The crystals shimmered with vibrant hues, representing the fundamental forces of nature. Placing them in a circular position around the ritual space, she created a harmonious balance of elemental energies.

In the center of the circle, Constance positioned a silver chalice, intricately etched with ancient symbols. This chalice symbolized the vessel through which her spiritual essence would be transferred into the physical realm.

Within the chalice, she poured a mixture of rare herbs and potent elixirs, carefully measured and prepared for this pivotal moment.

With the preparations complete, Constance closed her eyes, centering her focus and harnessing the power of the Mystic Soul Tower.

She began to chant ancient incantations, the words flowing from her lips like a melodic hymn.

"By the Mystic Soul Tower's might and grace, I seek a form, a tangible embrace. From spirit bound, I now aspire, To manifest in flesh, my heart's desire…

… As I speak these words, let realms align, Flesh and spirit, forever entwined. From this chalice, my spirit shall flow, Physical form, now let it show..."

The vibrations of her voice resonated with the very essence of the Tower, amplifying the ritual's potency.

As she chanted, the enchanted crystals surrounding her began to emit a soft, ethereal glow. The energy within the room intensified, swirling in intricate patterns, as if responding to Constance's invocation. Arcane symbols etched into the walls of the chamber glowed with a vibrant luminosity, further enhancing the mystical atmosphere.

This time, she knew that she already succeeded since this was the most difficult step.

'We will meet again soon, Vale… I'm sure you'll be surprised.'