My Anime Shopping Tree & My Cold Prodigy Wife!
Episode : 149

Chapter: 297

The impact was not just a sound; it was a physical event. A deafening, explosive BOOM, like a thunderclap trapped in a bottle, ripped through the hall, a concussive force that made the very air shudder and the walls tremble. The stone floor, thick blocks that had endured centuries of martial training, shattered. Not just cracked, but exploded outwards from the point of impact, spiderweb fissures racing across the entire hall, chunks of rock flying through the air like shrapnel. A cloud of stone dust erupted, filling the air with a choking, grey haze.

The beautiful, ancient training hall was, in a single, devastating blow, ruined.

And in the center of the devastation, where the hammer had struck, was a crater. A deep, wide crater, its edges fused and glowing faintly with residual Void energy.

The shimmering war hammer, its purpose served, dissolved back into harmless motes of light, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared.

Milody stood calmly amidst the dust and destruction, her elegant gown untouched, her single Black Ring Eye still glowing with a cold, serene power. She turned her gaze back to her stunned, speechless son, who was staring at the crater, at the shattered floor, at the sheer, overwhelming, almost casual, display of raw, creative, destructive force he had just witnessed.

This wasn't just power. This was artistry. The artistry of annihilation. The ability not just to bind, but to create a weapon of immense power from nothing, and wield it with a thought. This was the true, terrifying potential of the Austin bloodline. This was the weight of the lesson.

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The dust slowly settled in the ruined training hall, revealing the full extent of the devastation. The once-smooth stone floor was a fractured mosaic of cracks and upheavals, a deep, smoking crater marking the epicenter of his mother’s casual, terrifying lesson. Lloyd stared, his mind struggling to reconcile the elegant, serene Duchess he had known his entire life with the being of immense, destructive power who had just, with a single, contemptuous glance, reshaped the very foundations of their ancestral training ground.

This was the Austin power. The Black Ring Eyes. Not just a neat trick for tripping cousins or inducing temporary sensory deprivation. But a force capable of creation and annihilation on a scale that was, frankly, terrifying.

Milody’s Black Ring Eye faded, her gaze returning to its normal, warm intelligence, though her expression remained serious, the gravity of the lesson still hanging heavy in the dusty air. “Do you understand now, Lloyd?” she asked, her voice quiet but firm. “The difference?”

Lloyd could only nod dumbly at first, his throat dry. He finally found his voice, a hoarse, incredulous whisper. “The right eye… seals,” he recited, the words feeling inadequate, simplistic. “The left eye… creates.”

“Precisely,” Milody confirmed. “You have an instinctive grasp of the right eye’s power—the Seal of Severed Perception you used on Rayan. It is a power of negation, of control over what already exists. You looked at him, and you willed his senses to not be. A potent, insidious application. But it is fundamentally… a closing. A shutting down.”

She gestured towards the crater, a silent, smoking testament to her next point. “The left eye is the opposite. It is the power of genesis. Of manifestation from the void. It does not control what is; it brings forth what is not. I did not find a hammer and lift it. I looked at the empty air, and I willed a hammer to be.”

She walked towards him, her steps silent amidst the debris. “This is the true dichotomy of our bloodline, Lloyd. The power of the Seal and the power of the Forge. Negation and Creation. Two sides of the same, incredibly potent, coin. A master of our art can wield both, often in tandem, to achieve effects that other Void users can only dream of.”

Lloyd’s mind reeled with the possibilities. To create and to seal. To manifest a shield of pure energy, then seal it against magical intrusion. To form a blade from nothing, then seal an opponent’s ability to even perceive it. The tactical applications were… limitless. Staggering.

Then, his mother posed the question that shattered his understanding of his own potential and set his mind on a new, revolutionary, and incredibly dangerous, path.

“Now,” she said, her eyes gleaming with a sudden, sharp, almost predatory, intensity, “consider your other heritage, Lloyd. The power that flows in your veins from your father. The Ferrum Steel.”

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She looked at his hands, then back at his eyes. “Your Steel Blood is a power of the tangible. It requires a connection, a proximity. You shape metal, you heat it, you project it. It is a powerful, direct expression of your will upon the physical world.” She paused, then leaned closer, her voice dropping to an excited, almost conspiratorial whisper, the voice of a master theorist proposing a groundbreaking, world-altering new formula.

“But what if, my son… what if you could fuse the two?”

Lloyd stared at her, confused. “Fuse them? How?”

“Think, Lloyd!” she urged, her eyes blazing with intellectual fire. “You have the generative, creative force of the Austin left eye—the power of the Forge. And you have the raw, tangible material of the Ferrum bloodline—the Steel. What if you could apply the principle of one to the substance of the other?”

She gestured towards the crater again. “I created that hammer from pure, unformed Void energy. It was powerful, yes, but ephemeral. It existed only as long as my will sustained it. But your power… your power commands a true, physical substance. Steel.”

Her gaze locked onto his, and the idea she proposed was a lightning bolt to his brain, a concept so radical, so revolutionary, it made the very air seem to hum with potential.

“Your Ferrum power, as it is now, requires you to be near metal, to draw it from the Void around you, to touch it, to project it from your hands. It is bound by the physical. But the Austin power… it is bound only by sight, by will. What if,” she said, her voice a low, thrilling hum of possibility, “you could learn to use your left Black Ring Eye not to create ephemeral energy, but to forge real, solid, permanent steel? With your gaze alone?”

The world seemed to tilt again. Forge steel… with his eyes?

“Imagine it, Lloyd!” his mother’s voice was filled with a passion he had never heard from her before. “To look at a patch of empty air and will a sword into existence. A true sword, of a perfect, unbreakable Ferrum alloy, that remains even after you look away. To look at a chasm and forge a bridge of solid steel across it with a glance. To look at an advancing army and raise a wall of sharpened, impenetrable steel spikes from the earth before them, without ever taking a step, without ever raising a hand.”

She clasped his shoulders, her grip surprisingly strong, her eyes shining with the fierce, beautiful light of a true innovator. “To fuse the creative, generative force of the Austin bloodline with the raw, tangible substance of the Ferrum bloodline… it would not just be a new power, Lloyd. It would be a new alchemy. A new form of creation. A power utterly unprecedented. A power that would make you not just a warrior, not just a mage, but a true… Forge Master. A creator of reality.”

Lloyd stared at her, his mind utterly, comprehensively, blown. The concept was staggering. To bypass the physical limitations of his Ferrum power, to combine its substance with the ranged, creative will of his Austin heritage… it was a power he had never dreamed of. A power that could, quite literally, reshape the world around him.

He thought of the dispenser bottle he had so painstakingly, so exhaustingly, forged by hand, shaping the metal with his Void power through physical proximity. With this new alchemy, he could potentially create thousands of them, perfectly formed, with a single, sustained, focused gaze. He thought of the battlefield, of creating weapons, armor, fortifications, instantly, at range. The strategic, tactical, and even commercial, implications were… boundless.

“But… is it possible?” he breathed, the question a whisper of awe and disbelief.

“I do not know,” Milody admitted, a flicker of honest uncertainty in her eyes. “It has never been done. The two bloodlines have rarely, if ever, manifested with such potency in a single individual. But the theory… the principles… they align. It should be possible.” She smiled, a true, brilliant smile of shared, audacious purpose. “And you, my son, with your unique, instinctive grasp of both powers… you are the one to try.”

The frustration, the fear, the exhaustion of the past weeks… it all melted away, replaced by a surge of pure, exhilarating, terrifying inspiration. This was it. This was his true path. Not just mastering the powers he had, but fusing them into something new. Something unique. Something his.

A new alchemy. A new power. A new destiny.