Kapitel 15: True Meaning of Blood Power

The goddess observed the boy, her eyes reflecting both patience and curiosity. "Have you absorbed everything? Any lingering questions?" she inquired, her voice echoing with a hint of ethereal wisdom.

The boy hesitated momentarily before gathering his resolve. "Just one more query, if I may," he responded earnestly.

With a soft sigh, the goddess acquiesced, her celestial demeanor unwavering. "Very well, let this be the final inquiry," she conceded.

"I comprehend the significance of blood power, but how can one such as I, with a singular bloodline, aspire to become the epitome of strength?" the boy questioned, his tone infused with a blend of humility and determination.

The goddess offered a gentle correction, her words carrying the weight of millennia of knowledge. "Strength in our realm manifests in myriad forms - from the arcane intricacies of magic to the inner resonance of aura, the harmonious flow of Chakra, and the honed skill of swordsmanship," she explained, her voice resonating with ancient wisdom.

She continued, her gaze unfaltering, "Legendary beasts bestow their blood power selectively, entrusting it to chosen champions to combat the encroaching darkness. Only a select few noble lineages hold the honor and burden of such power, their names etched in the annals of history."

"To ascend to greatness, one must embark on a journey of mastery, embracing the vast tapestry of our world," the goddess intoned, her words laden with solemnity. "Stride boldly toward the threshold of immortality, forging alliances with every creature you summon."

Perplexed, the boy sought clarification, "But if I possess only the blood of dragons, how can I hope to summon beings of diverse lineage?"

"The ancient art of summoning is woven into the very fabric of existence, its secrets encoded within the bloodlines of those chosen as conduits," the goddess elucidated, her voice suffused with patience. "Learn the intricate patterns of each summoning circle, inscribing them into the very essence of your being. Thus shall you unlock the boundless potential of your bloodline, granting you dominion over creatures both fierce and noble."

"Does the veil of mystery now begin to lift? Blood power transcends the limitations of lineage, opening pathways to boundless strength," the goddess inquired, her eyes sparkling with otherworldly insight.

"And yet, there is one more facet to your destiny," she continued, her tone taking on a reverent cadence. "In your possession lies the Authority of Creation magic, a divine gift that empowers you to craft and replicate the very essence of magic itself. With but a whisper of understanding, you may weave spells of unparalleled potency and invoke the ancient rites of summoning with unparalleled mastery."

"In this convergence of blood and magic, you shall carve your legend upon the annals of history, a beacon of hope amidst the encroaching shadows," the goddess proclaimed, her voice resounding with celestial clarity. "Embrace your destiny, for you are the harbinger of a new era, where the boundaries of possibility are limited only by the depths of your imagination."

"If you've grasped all that I've imparted, I shall take my leave for now. We shall reconvene this evening at your name ceremony," the goddess declared before vanishing into the ether.

As the divine presence faded, the boy found himself alone in the vast chamber. With a heavy sigh, he glanced towards the bed where his sister lay peacefully, the rhythm of her breaths lulling her into slumber. "While I was in conversation with the goddess, Mother must have put us to bed and gone to prepare for the ceremony," he mused to himself.

Seizing the opportunity afforded by the solitude, he resolved to hone his skills. "My sister rests soundly, and this quiet moment presents the perfect chance to feel the mana inside me " he thought, determination flickering in his eyes.

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