Chapter 245 – Legends and Myths (III)

Chapter 245

Legends and Myths (III)

[Prismatic Lensing]

[Type: Shamanic Art]

[Rank: peak-Heaven Tier]

[Host Comprehension: None (Fails to meet minimum requirements)]

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[Obfuscates the nature of a projectile-bound attack within the concept of light, making it appear distorted and as though firing in a random direction or even altering how it looks without making any actual changes to the projectile itself. Though less talented Shamans will have to first Inscribe it to use it, those with a deeper mastery of nature can use it almost instantaneously. Despite its nature suggesting that it is an illusion, it actually isn’t and, as such, doesn’t get broken by disillusionment arts. It is a physical object that changes how light disperses around the projectile and can be destroyed to end the distortion. As it is designed to alter the perception of light itself, it is extremely difficult to learn and master. Can only be used on arts of Divine tier and below]

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[Creation Points Value: 845(1) / 400]

[Comprehension Difficulty: ???]

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[Creation Bonus: Host’s talent undergoes a slight evolution: low-Sky –> mid-Sky]

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Alright.

So, if I understand it correctly… it’s kind of useless for now? Because every single one of the kids fights less so with projectiles and more so with their bodies.

Maybe Xi Zhao?

I don’t know.

Regardless, it does sound kind of broken, specifically because it’s not considered an illusion. I’m fairly certain that most folk will immediately assume it is and waste quite a bit of time wondering why their god-tier anti-illusion arts aren’t working.

Whatever.

“Your introductory gift,” I said, pulling the tome out. I had the system make it seem aged and weathered, though whether that did anything to hide anything… well, we all choose to believe it, at the very least.

“Thank you,” he said, accepting it with a bit of apprehension, likely thinking that he’ll have to put on his best act of being surprised and moved by something that will be complete garbage.

For all I know, to be fair, this might be garbage to him.

Though, judging by his reaction, I doubt it.

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“T-this… I…” he stammered, his gaze darting between the tome and me. The tome itself was relatively thin, actually, only six pages. Whether that’s because the art itself is simple or that’s just how shamanic arts in general are… well, I’ll find out, I suppose.

“I only ask that you don’t share it.”

“Of course!” he exclaimed, quickly putting it into his robes. “I swear I will master it as quickly as I can so that I can be useful!”