Master Of None

Chapter 2246: 2246. Angels And Lightning



"Do you feel that?" Gil was looking up and couldn't spot any dark clouds.

"Feel what?" Alma looked at the sky too before her face grew confused. "It feels like there should be thunder and lightning, but there isn't a single cloud in the sky." That was what was odd. They both could feel the same feeling that came with thunderstorms.

"I will go and see what it is."

"Don't worry, I sensed it too. It's someone familiar to us. I can sense the same king of lightning. I just didn't think that the little lightning spirit would get here so soon. Fleur must be helping them." Walker had been with the pair helping them prepare a plan within the forest for the first small magic tower to be built.

"Should we still go?" Gil's curiosity was simple. He wanted to see what was happening and how the little lightning spirit was doing. They had fought a pretty large enemy after all when they found it.

"We can. Genesis should be a little scary for their first time in the world. I bet they didn't care though. They followed mana to the world and then here. It's pretty amazing." There was a little praise and pride within Walker's tone of voice. Mostly because he knew that the lightning spirit would be one of the first to come here from the elemental planes.

Gil followed Walker's lead. It wasn't where he had expected though. Instead of heading toward an open space, Walker helped Gil step in to the air above the treetops. From where he could see things, they were heading toward the larger trees being grown on the edges of the elven forested area.

"They are here, resting because Fleur just helped bring a lot more mana around for him." Now Gil was confused that Walker was calling the small lightning spirit a him. That was when he saw it.

"Welcome to Genesis, I'm glad you managed to get here. It's much sooner than I expected. But you managed to do more than that, you're a lightning storm sage now. You outdid anything and everything that we could have predicted if we even guessed you would ascend and become a member of the spirit race."

Now Gil could understand why he had sensed the fele of a storm. This lightning spirit had managed to take in a lot more mana while Fleur guided him. As such, the mana had become denser and shaped a body that the lightning spirit could use to match the class that he had gained.

The lightning storm sage didn't speak. It appeared that it was struggling to find a way to do so. "You don't need to try so hard. Learn slowly and enjoy the experience. You will have a lot to learn from Genesis. Fleur will teach you too after she rests a little. But for now, how about we consider a proper name that people will call you? I have a feeling that you can pick one."

This wasn't a lie or an assumption. Walker had used the all around appraisal to see what the little lightning spirit had become. He could also see that one particular line spoke volumes. 'The world itself has recognized the desire and bonds to the heroes that saved it. As such, the world has pleaded to the greater existence to grant it a born name.'

That was the very same for the very same for the grand elemental spirits at one point. The world had given them names and they had not needed to be given them from others or create them for themselves. Instead, they were a part of them as they were forces of nature.

"Strom."

"That fits very well, Well Strom, I am Walker and This is Gil. We are glad that you made it here safe. Feel free to take your time to rest and learn." Walker nudged Gil who was still staring at the newly ascended sage.

"I would say it sounds very much like a lightning sage should be." Gil's memories of the story about a storm god called Strom were what he came up with first.

The story was all fantasy since it had been written by a very popular traveling story teller. Yet now, there was a real being that embodied that story. It was a part of the world given to the spirit that came from the elemental planes trying to find those that had saved it and thank them.

"He's going to rest." Fleur came up to them and pushed Walker away. He wasn't unhappy with this though. He knew that this was the case and trusted Fleur to handle it.

"We will see you later. Fleur, good work." He smiled a little and noticed that Fleur appeared to become a little more energetic with that. He felt like he didn't see her enough lately, but she had a major role to play. "When you have time, come and look at the runes with me."

Meditating about natural mana and a naturally forming nature rune felt like the best way to bind with Fleur. They both respected mana and their work to gain insight on it. Therefore, that would be more than what they needed to show one another respect through their bond. Walker even felt the joy from their bond when he mentioned that before leaving.

"I wouldn't have thought this would happen. Pretty amazing, that a spirit followed the flow of mana and made it out of their elemental plane to get here. I doubt that any other would be able to do this."

"Gil... did you really need to tempt fate like that?" Walker was ready to give Gil a solid slap on the back of his head after herding this. Especially since there would be a lot to deal with since there were many races within the elemental planes who could appear. Not just the elemental spirits that were slowly but surely appearing from day to day.

"Good, you two are back. One of the angels just came looking for you. They want to hear more about the angelic wind spirits. They said that they want to meet one since they are technically related to their race." Walker looked right at Gil with an, I told you so, look.

"Sorry, I'll try and hold back a little more." Alma looked at Gil and Walker wondering what the two were talking and looking at one another about.

"Gil. let Alma know about the new spirit race member and how Fleur and I will be meditating near the new naturally formed rune within the month for some bonding time." Walker stepped back in to the air and headed toward the Genesis building. He knew very well that there would be an angel waiting there for him.

Before he even got there, an older angel with a longer white beard and slightly red tinged wings met Walker. His affinity was for fire, his wings showed that off. But his age was the surprise. From what Walker could tell, he would be recognized as an elder of the angels. Even if he only had two wings and had not risen to have more.

Their society revolved around the growth of more wings to represent the strength and the elemental understandings of an angel. Therefore, ones with only a single pair of wings would rarely be considered wise or worth following.

That feeling was different with this man. Walker had seen him before and now understood why. He was weak, very much so. But the reason he was weak was not because he was ignoring his training or understanding. It was because he had taken an oath to only record their

history.

"You are the archivist I heard about. One of the very few angels that pledged never to rise in strength as you wish to only respect the history. Even the beliefs of elemental or other manas did not affect you as long as you remained impartial and recorded history well."

A slight laugh escaped the older angel's mouth. "I am glad that you know of us. When I was a child, there were a hundred of us. Time was not kind. Only thirty remain and luckily, the city has allowed us to grow in number and pass on the information we have learned. Now, I can take a chance to find out what became of our people over the years. In ancient times." This was one of the many desires that had taken root for the angel race. They wished to know where their people went when they left the world. How they lived. How they changed. And what they were now. They wanted these answers, and Walker knew that the time would come where they wished to venture out to find them.

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