Chapter 2780: Dismantle (part 2)

Lith pointed at the Golems and Ragnarök, lingering on the latter longer.

Trouble and Raptor were the only working applications he had found for memory crystals. They granted the constructs part of Lith's bloodline abilities, spells, but most importantly, his wits.

By retaining a sliver of his consciousness, the memory crystals granted the Golems the ability to improvise instead of following a precise pattern and to learn from experience.

On top of that, due to the link with Lith and between each other, the constructs could share the acquired knowledge and improve faster. Being a novice with Creation Magic, Lith was afraid that once recycled, the Spirit Memory Crystal would lose both his energy signature and the stored memories.

Elemental crystals weren't supposed to be detached after the Forgemastering process and Lith knew that without the mana pathways of an artifact keeping an elemental gemstone stable, they would quickly revert to a simple white crystal.

As for Ragnarök, the situation was much more complicated since the angry blade was semi-sentient and had a personality of its own. The smallest mistake while casting Dismantle would have turned a unique masterpiece into an unremarkable pile of metal.

By keeping Salaark to his side during the whole process, Lith would gain first-hand experience in handling powerful artifacts with Creation Magic and also have the certainty that nothing would go wrong.

Two birds with one Phoenix.

"So this is bribery." Salaark waved at the setup with her spoon filled with ice cream before bringing it to her mouth.

"More like an incentive to spend quality time with the family." Lith shrugged, Warping Shargein, Valeron the Second, and Elysia to the Forge. "The kids love light shows and love their mom/grandma even more."

"Bribery it is." Salaark sighed despite having to admit that it was a perfect trap.

Elysia was still too small to sit, stand, or even roll so unless someone held her, she could only stare at the ceiling. Shargein, however, had already grown bigger than a seven years old human boy and could easily lift her.

The two Wyrmling couldn't speak well and had no concept of mind links but they could still hold proper baby-conversations via their Dragon scales. Once Elysia assumed her Tiamat form and Valeron his Bahamut form, they could express themselves as much as their young brains could process.

It was how Elysia told Shargein what she wanted to look at and when. Valeron was already big and old enough to stand up by leaning on the crib. After over two months, small, soft feathers had covered Elysia's second set of wings.

They were red-veined and black like those of her father, but she could change their color at will, based on the element that she channeled and amplified. Thick golden feathers covered Valeron's eagle head and the wings coming out of his hips.

After over her year, his feathered wings had grown so much that now they matched his membranous wings in size.

Salaark was proud of both of them, seeing a spark of herself in the baby girl and one of Tyris in the baby boy.

"You are lucky that I love these little imps too much to leave you high and dry." She caressed the Wyrmlings' wings, glad that Shargein wouldn't grow up feeling alone.

He was the first natural perfect merging of the Phoenix and Dragon bloodlines. His life forces were exactly like those of Elysia and Valeron, growing together instead of clashing for dominance.

It made him unique, but it would also make him lonely once he grew up enough to understand his condition. Since the other two kids were in his same boat, however, they would have at least someone who could empathize with their respective situations. n())/)//)----1--n

"How do you plan to keep them quiet until you start? I doubt that baby cries won't disturb your focus." Salaark asked.

"Well, we have invited you here to share a little something with you." Solus chuckled, unleashing a stream of soap bubbles the size of an orange in front of the stunned Overlord and the giggling children.