Master Of None

The wind was competing with the roar from Scylla's mouth. She had become a much larger form than she had been before. Her head had become more monster like and she was now covered in thick purple and green scales. Her teeth had become sharp with seemingly endless rows. The leviathans that had been her partners now stretched around her, fused to her body. What was even more terrifying was the fact that every time she moved the wind would react and shit. Storm clouds had even begun to form above her. 

Ever since Scylla had begun to push herself as a child, she had been string. She had made the decision to grow stronger and that was one thing that had taken her to the demi-human kingdom. But when she got there she was still weak. She was just another demi-human, even though she had an ancient bloodline. 

The power she had was hard earned. She did not become the general of the front because she was some strategist that dealt with frontline battles. She had received it through her battle prowess. May it be monster hordes, demons invading, or even the kraken, Scylla had made sure that she threw her strength around during all of it. Now was not any different. She had earned her strength and the respect she had. 

Besides the large leviathan heads and bodies that stretched around Scylla, the water that had gathered above and below Scylla started to shift. She was a general and she fought in wars if necessary. She controlled an army. The water took the form of hounds below here with the same sharp teeth and scales. They squealed with sharp piercing howls. This was just part of the ancient form that she had taken. The scary part was that if she was the first, the real Scylla, then she would have these hounds in the flesh around her. And she would be double or triple the size. 

One leviathan wrapped around the three as they rested and Scylla granted. The water hounds that were created by her mastery skill ran rampant carving a path toward the mountains. They somehow channeled the wind that Scylla was whipping up and moved just as fast as she began to fly through it. 

The storm that followed her was enough to make every monster weaker than herself tremble in fear. On some mountain peaks, the dragon villages felt her force. Many elder and ancient dragons raised their heads feeling the ancient bloodline awaken to its power. They had already heard of the outing by the water dragons and understood that such a demi-human existed. They had felt such things before but now that it was happening again they made sure to look towards it. They would respect the power that someone had, dragons were not just weak creatures. The royals were powerful when it came to their elements and that took great effort. 

Even though the storm was rampaging, no small village or traveler fell victim to a single drop of rain. Since Scylla had been stuck without a mastery skill for her entire life, she had worked on the control of her skills. She had needed to train her strategy and battle prowess. When she couldn't get to stronger skills she needed to use them wisely. This gave her the best control over what she could do. It was the reason that so many feared her in the coliseums. 

Many demi-humans had watched her whip her fan and cut shapes in to her targets with wind. But what they didn't know was that she could do the exact same thing with water. Her bloodline made her a very powerful duel elemental magic user. The monster traits brought her powerful physical strength as well. Both combined made her the general of the front that many kingdoms knew as their hardest opponent if it ever came to war. 

The speed at which they moved was much faster. Yet, the three were unable to awaken due to their states of being. What really caused Scylla to keep an eye on them was the rate at which Walker was pulling mana toward him. He was still condensing the natural mana which caused a slight pull of mana away from Scylla. It did not slow her but she could tell it was important. 

The mind of Walker was full of information. Most of it was useless to him. Bits and pieces of different sealing arts that he was too uneducated to put together. He would need to study for multiple lives just to get a tenth of these skills. But every time he felt one resonate with the natural mana in the spirit mark he would pull it toward him. 

The feeling of Fleur pulling the natural mana in to the spirit mark was constant and warm. He knew that it was also the reason that he was able to assemble the pieces of the natural sealing arts. Every single piece that clicked in to place brought more knowledge on the way a living being used natural mana without thinking. 

The natural mana that was always within a beings' soul was pure. It was why they could make their own mana and why they were able to get a system. Walker understood all of this. But he now understood that the natural mana was not controlled by many. It just acted the way it naturally should. When someone else took control of the natural mana and forced in in to a loop where it would leave the body and then return, it caused that being to lose the control of their own mana. In the smallest of terms, the natural sealing arts were a curse. Walker was going to curse Greed just the way he had cursed everyone else in Genesis. He just needed to put the last pieces together. 

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