The Pond lit up, the air stiffened, Gumir struggled to breathe. The water in the pond covered his entire figure from head to toe, and yet he could breathe just fine. He did not dare drink the water, that was one of the things he was not supposed to do. The water surged as mana gathered filling up the pond fully before it started ebbing as if it was the ocean, moving to the walls of the crypt then moving back and crashing to the walls of the pond. Gumir inside all this commotion did not move. He waited for the process to take place.

Then it started, small pin like pricks were taking place all over his body. This unsettled him but he remembered the teachings from his master. Stillness was key to ensure a high success rate and like a stoic statue he waited beneath the pond. The pain only grew worse as time passed.

The area was now dense with Mana, Zalthus could see, the Mana was penetrating the goblin’s flesh using the water as the catalyst. It was not only the mana, but also the water solution which made its way into the goblin’s body. The water solution was obviously not water, only his master knew what the solution was.

Zalthus observed keenly as the solution dug into the goblin’s body, displacing impurities and dissolving to become a part of the goblin’s body all in one fluid process.

The Goblin was trying its best to hold on, but he could see the signs of discomfort that it was exhibiting.

Gumir felt pain. Never had he felt such pain. He had a need to scratch himself and wanted to just shoot out of the pond and run away to safety, to make it all stop. He wanted to beg for his master to save him out of his agony or even allow him a break. However, even though he still retained the means to breath whilst deep within the pond, he couldn’t open his mouth recklessly. Even if he did, he knew no help would come. His master was just as committed to making sure the goblin saw this through.

The Pain was becoming unbearable, he could not help but thrush about. The chains that were holding him tightened the more he thrashed about, pulling themselves outward until Gumir had no allowance to move anymore.

This was torture, why did he allow himself to be convinced into this. Was this strength going to become worth this trouble? His thoughts were racing.

In the middle of all this query that he was having with himself, he felt his mind invaded by a foreign pain. The same pain that he had felt burrowing into his flesh and bones previously. Not only had it not stopped but it had also invaded his mind. Everything started to become fuzzy and suddenly he could not keep his thoughts within himself.

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He fell unconscious.

Despite his unconscious self, lying within the pool, the process did not stop. On the contrary it was at its climax and Zalthus had just managed to make the last formations light up. Suddenly an array of colors shone over the pond.

Seven colors in total swirled about up high and one could see a tornado vortex created over the pond, leading the seven colors array to the body within. The blue watery solution rose to meet the seven colored vortex halfway and lead the mana straight down towards the collapsed body within.

Zalthus on the other hand was astounded.

He knew the significance of the seven colored mana showing. It was related to the origin of mana. Only rare beings possessed such luck. To be born with a capability to possess all the affinities that was known to man. Seven affinities were insane.

“Just what was his master trying to create,” he could not help but ask himself. He had a feeling he would have to wait and see what would come of it.

The Goblin’s body, which was now in immense distress over the Mana and the nature of the event began to breakdown visibly. Yet just as it was breaking down it would recover at an immensely fast rate, a rate visible to the eye.

All this was visible to Zalthus and he could not help but marvel at everything.

His master had truly been a mind-blowing genius. One that would be hard to see in years and years to come.

After a time, what would seem like half a day, the Mana swirling above receded and the water in the pond had become a bit clearer, but still it retained its blue glow.

The Goblin that was chained now laid down in this small blue puddle unconscious with his limbs spread apart.

He had changed visibly. A longer frame, muscles could be visibly seen all over it’s body and it even looked more pleasant to look at.

Zalthus marveled at the work his master had intended to create, he found it worthy.

It was becoming weird looking at the naked goblin’s body so he quickly threw a robe over it and carried it over to the resting quarters.

The Goblin would probably wake up hungry, he had to prepare something before he would face the creature. After all, maybe the process would have transformed this once docile creature into its wild basic instincts.

He would know when the time came.

As Zalthus went about doing his work, on a certain dimly lit space, a sarcophagus opened up and dropped down. A green hand could be seen reaching out from the sarcophagus raising its body up. A handsome face rose up from the sarcophagus. It was a face of a man, with quite the well-balanced facial structures showing. Even in the dimly lit space his face seemed bright. A perfectly symmetrical face with long dark hair flowing from his head to his back. The skin was a lighter green and the body well built. The only feature that could tell of his origins was his ears. Those were definitely the ears of a goblin.

The Handsome Goblin looked over to his right side and there was another sarcophagus that probably held another body. It smiled to itself.

“It was successful, and it seems someone has activated the other piece.”

“This is going to be fun.”

The handsome goblin laughed to himself.