Book 10

Such a small time. I barely had time to yawn.

Fifty thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

And I stand in front of Tiphoon again.

Legends have spread amongst the True Humans. And True Humans themselves have spread amongst the planet.

Assaulted by crazed Incomplete Seeds by times. Feared much more than they fear the “weird beasts” in the shadows.

This was the short Era of True Humans.

Even if one could call it the Era of Yokai, Heroes, Braves and Demon Lords.

What to call those with Incomplete Seeds, but with also the power to hold magic, if not by such names?

Again, the humans have developed magic technology to deal with them.

However, this technology has limited lifespan. It is made of body parts of beings such as elves, dwarfs, deformed offspring and magical beasts.

Not many more rational beings with Incomplete Seeds remain. The magic in the air makes them terribly powerful in front of humans, but they almost never can leave offspring.

It dies too easily.

And this is the time when reason shall be thoroughly sealed in the souls which hold Incomplete Seeds.

As there are already Individual Seeds in this world already. As there are many, many of them. And as they have been branded by Tiphoon already;

It is time to make Incomplete Seeds holders something which doesn’t die so easily with the magical power they receive, and, at the same time, reshape the world. Something that doesn’t think very much, and, at the same time, uses every ounce of Magic Power around to nourish its own Seed.

I stand in front of Tiphoon, and reach for its conscience.

-“Is this the last one? Finally the last one?”

-“Yes, young one. This is the last one.”

-“Will you make me differentiate Hestia as well?”

-“No. I shall have one of my own do it.”

I started to cry tears of relief.

All the power in my body. All the Qi.

I started to concentrate it.

The True Humans disappeared from Tiphoon. All Seeds fell into a deep slumber.