Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy
chapter-788

Farah, still injured from her previous battle, returned to her secret chamber in the Holy City's Cathedral...

No one had noticed her arrival, not even the Young Saint of the church.

As she entered her chamber deep within the hallowed walls of the Cathedral, she immediately felt refreshed.

The chamber was filled with soothing Divinity that healed all her injuries and replenished her power.

Clack… Clack…

Her steps echoed softly against the stone floors as she made her way to the heart of the chamber, a place bathed in a soft golden light that emanated from a sacred altar at its center.

Although she had replenished her lost Divinity, it was still not enough for her. The Avatar had limited capacity, and if she wanted to get stronger, she had to do something about it.

She contemplated for a moment while her eyes were closed.

After some time, she opened her eyes and it was burning with determination.

"Fine… I'll do it." She said as if she was talking to someone.

Silent and unseen, Farah moved with a sense of purpose as she prepared for the ritual that would bestow upon her the strength she needed to face the Death God.

She actually disliked losing. The battle that made her retreat was quite an annoying feeling.

"I want to at least take an arm or two… Then I'll be satisfied." Farah muttered while her eyes were filled with a burning desire to fight against the Death God.

Soon, the chamber was filled with the faint scent of incense, its heady aroma mingling with the flickering candlelight that danced upon the walls, casting shadows in the now dimly lit space.

Alone in her solitude, Farah knelt before the altar, her hands clasped in silent prayer as she called upon the divine energies that flowed through her being.

Although she merely wanted to obtain more power from her main body, it wasn't easy at all. After all, her main body and this Avatar were separated not just by a simple distance but a whole realm!

She had to open the realm where her main body was.

With a whispered incantation, she began the ritual, her voice was soft but resonant with power as she sought to draw upon the wellspring of her true essence.

It was a language that not any of the Arcane Academies were aware of.

Whoom~

As the ritual unfolded, a shimmering aura of ethereal light enveloped Farah, illuminating her beautiful features with a radiant glow that spoke of her connection to the divine.

The room temperature suddenly became higher because of the energy being released. Soon, she channeled the blessings of the Fortune Goddess, and her form was imbued with a different essence that made her physique a lot stronger.

However, changing her physique to accommodate a higher Divinity was just the first step…

With each passing moment, the ritual grew in intensity, the very fabric of reality seeming to warp and shift around Farah as she communed with the source of her power.

Beads of sweat glistened on her brow as she focused her will, her eyes alight with a fierce resolve that belied her earlier injuries and setbacks.

And then, in a wave of strong divine energy, the ritual reached its climax.

A brilliant burst of light erupted from the altar, engulfing Farah in a halo of shimmering radiance that seemed to transcend the physical realm.

"Yes… This is it…"

In that moment of transcendent power, she felt a surge of strength and divinity flow through her, imbuing her with a newfound sense of clarity… Her eyes became calm and she felt as if everything was finally in her control.

As the light faded and the chamber fell silent once more, Farah rose to her feet, her eyes burning with an inner fire that spoke of her firm decision to exact vengeance.

She had succeeded in calling upon the powers of the Fortune Goddess' Divinity!.

"I guess I have to inform the Shadow Immortal that I'm helping him…" Farah mused as she believed that getting a favor from the Shadow Immortal would bring her something better in the future.

Of course, she didn't intend to send a message directly. She also couldn't use telepathy since the Shadow Immortal was currently in his castle, which was protected by a series of barriers with the power of the Dragons and Immortal's Divinity. There was no way to send a message to him with magic at this point.

Because of this, she decided to inform Teresa and Clare about this. These two members of the Untainted Sentinels had some past with the Shadow Immortal, and she was quite happy to help them meet the Shadow Immortal.

After informing the two through her telepathy, Farah stepped out of her secret chamber, ready to confront the looming shadow of the Death God and prove that even an Avatar could defeat a Death God.

***

Meanwhile, as theDeath God, wounded and seething with dark energy, materialized within the secluded branch of theDark Arts Faction, a strong sense of foreboding settled over the shadowed halls.

"Someone's here…"

"This…"

"Is this the Death God?!"

"Yes, it's his presence… The ritual of the seniors must've been successful, but why aren't we informed?"

The few members of theOrder of the Evanescent Vesselspresent felt a chill run down their spines as they sensed the malevolent presence that had entered their midst. They could only guess that it was the Death God based on the familiar aura.

Among them stoodLesley Hoffman, the 14th Squad Captain of the Order, her fiery red hair cascading around her shoulders, and her eyes, which also seemed weary, were filled with desire.

From the Death God's point of view, Lesley's presence could be easily seen.

After all, Lesley bore not only the Blessing of theDeath Godbut also the mark of one of the Deadly Sins—theSin of Pride, a potent combination that marked her as a formidable force to be reckoned with.

"Kekeke… I have really chosen a great one… You can probably handle two more blessings from different High Immortals."

As theDeath God's gaze fell upon Lesley, a twisted smile played across his spectral visage, his voice echoing with dark promise as he addressed her…

"Lesley, my chosen one… I will give you my power... You are a genius, Lesley... Fight theShadow Immortalyourself!" The Death God said as he intended to live inside Lesley's body!

"Wait!" Lesley's eyes widened as she heard those words and saw the presence of the Death God in front of her!

It happened so quickly and she wasn't given a chance to decline at all!

If possible, she didn't want the Death God in her body as she believed that she would just lose her control over herself! Although she desired power, she wanted to be in control and not become a puppet!

Unfortunately, the Death God didn't seem to care about her opinion at all!

After he said those words, a shroud of darkness enveloped Lesley as theDeath God's essence merged with her own, their spirits becoming intertwined in a sinister pact that would forever alter the course of her destiny!

The process happened so swiftly since Lesley was already his Blessed One, to begin with!

Soon, the power of theDeath Godsurged through her veins, suffusing her with a dark energy that crackled with malevolent intent.

Luckily for Lesley, the Patriarchs of the Dark Arts Faction seemed to have expected something like this. However, they expected that the Shadow Immortal would be the one to attempt to control her body so she already received an Arcana that would help her suppress any power or spell that tries to control her!

At that moment, the Arcana, an orb in her pocket, immediately reacted, and the Death God realized that he hadstarted being trapped in Lesley's body!

"You---"

The Death God didn't expect such betrayal from his Blessed! He had never thought that Lesley would attempt to destroy him inside her body!

Meanwhile, the other Dark Magicians in the branch watched in awe and trepidation as theDeath God's presence made itself known and entered Lesley's body!

***

"Lesley!"

"Captain! Are you alright?!"

"Call the First Captain! Hurry! Tell him that the Death God's Spirit entered her body!"

"We need to call an Exorcist!"

"Fool! This must be a blessing to Lesley! Just wait!"

Whispers of fear and reverence rippled through their ranks as they beheld the unholy union between Lesley and the malevolent deity.

If Lesley indeed received another blessing, they couldn't help but feel impressed, and they were aware of the magnitude of the power now at her command.

Soon, Lesley opened her eyes, and the pain she had felt in the beginning had already disappeared. She didn't speak and only looked at her palm before showing a wide smile on her face.

Some of the magicians bowed their heads in deference, recognizing the gravity of the situation, while others exchanged nervous glances, uncertain of what had become of the 14th Captain.