Archvel had begun to focus deeply.
Now, the most important part was naturally to organize his thoughts and logic into a cohesive plan and continue moving forward.
The Northdeath Body Spell was recognized as an exceptionally complex spell. It might very well be the most intricate and preparation-heavy spell he had ever encountered. At the same time, the risks were evident; he did not want to face the consequences of a failed attempt.
"I have many thoughts racing through my mind," Archvel murmured. "But it’s not hard to see what the most important one is."
Archvel personally understood the positive effects this spell could have if he managed to cast it correctly. A third-level creature like The Giant possessed immense physical capabilities. If Archvel could successfully apply the spell, his physical strength would increase three to four times, his speed would triple, and his defense would rise by at least fivefold. This would enhance him in countless ways.
Mages like Archvel generally had weak physical constitutions and were especially vulnerable to harmful environments and sudden attacks when they weren’t actively casting protective spells. Many mages invested heavily in passive defensive spells to address these weaknesses.
However, while passive defensive spells could help to a degree, they were far from sufficient. Passive spells had two major drawbacks. The first was their constant energy consumption, which made them exhausting to maintain for long periods. The second was their ineffectiveness against sudden, powerful magical attacks.
All these factors proved one thing: a single, strong, sneaky magical attack could easily kill most mages relying on passive defenses. Alternatively, a well-placed physical strike could yield the same deadly result.
"All of this only makes my next step clearer," Archvel said to himself, determination sharpening his tone.
With these thoughts, Archvel began making preparations.
1. Drawing the Spell Diagram: This was essential.
2. Placing Key Parts of the Target Creature: The heart, eyes, and sexual organs of the humanoid monster needed to be positioned in three specific regions of the diagram.
3. Positioning: Once the ritual began, the humanoid monster had to be placed on the southern section of the diagram, while the caster—Archvel himself—needed to stand in the northern section.
4. Starting the Ritual: The diagram would be engulfed by a massive wave of magical energy. Neither the mage nor the creature could be moved or leave their designated spots. Any deviation would lead to catastrophic results.
5. Energy Transfer: After three hours of energy transfer, the mage would extract the heart, eyes, and sexual organs of the creature in sequence, reciting the necessary incantations for each part.
6. Final Transfer: With the recitation of the incantations, the final transfer of attributes would occur, completing the spell.
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Archvel reviewed all these steps in his mind, ensuring that nothing was forgotten. Then, he began his preparations in earnest.
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Two days later, Archvel believed he had prepared himself mentally and learned everything he needed.
"Make the preparations and seal the entrance," he ordered his skeleton servants. He then turned to the Spell Diagram and began drawing it.
The diagram itself was extraordinarily complex. Compared to the usual skeleton creation diagrams, it was three to four times more intricate. Archvel knew there was absolutely no room for error.
"Yes…" he muttered to himself.
Three hours later, the diagram was complete.
"Sentinels and Skeletons, move the body of The Giant to this section," Archvel commanded, pointing to the designated part of the diagram. The skeletons and sentinels immediately moved into action.
"Good…" he said, taking a deep breath.
Archvel moved to the northern section of the diagram, stepping into the circle drawn there. He closed his eyes and began to focus, amplifying his magical energy. A dark, formless wave of energy began to radiate from him, enveloping the surrounding area.
A few minutes later, the energy expanded to encompass the giant's massive corpse. Once the body was fully surrounded by the energy, Archvel knew he had reached the point of no return.
"Northdeath Body Spell," he whispered.
"Activate!"
With his whispered command, the spell and genetic transfer began. From this point on, stepping out of the circle or disrupting the diagram would have dire consequences. Death—or worse—was a very real possibility.
Archvel clenched his fists, his focus unshaken. The energy transfer was now underway. There was no turning back.
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Two hours later
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Archvel stood still in the northern section of the circle, his body encased in a swirling vortex of dark energy.
The magic of the Northdeath Body Spell surged through him.
He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes shut as he focused deeply on the spell.
Each passing second, Archvel felt it—the change.
“The bones… they’re hardening,” he thought.
He could feel his skeleton shifting, becoming denser, stronger, as if it were being reforged in the fires of magic itself.
"Iron-hard... no, stronger than that. Like the very earth under my feet."
His muscles, too, felt the transformation.
“This power… It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. When it comes to physical characteristics, humans are at their base weak.”
“I would add on that ‘weak” is not a strong enough word to describe the physicality of humanity...”
His breath came easier, his heart beat steadier, and his senses began to sharpen.
"I can feel its lungs. Even its organs are better than mine ever were. This will make me stronger in every way."
Archvel’s skin tingled and burned as it thickened, becoming tougher and more resistant.
He slowly opened one hand, staring at his palm as the sensation coursed through him.
“This… this isn’t just a spell. It’s a transformation. A complete rebirth.”
The process was not without pain.
He gritted his teeth, a groan escaping his lips as the surge of magic pushed his body beyond its limits.
"Pain is irrelevant. If this works…”
As the minutes passed, Archvel’s confidence grew with every sensation. The spell was working. The strength of The Giant was becoming his own.