Weakest Beast Tamer Gets All SSS Dragons

Lines of purple climbed up from the floor to his ankles, then higher.

”I expected you to use that method,” Selthia said, with genuine satisfaction in her voice. ”Youʼve become very good at working with the energy you used to reject so strongly.”

Ren didnʼt respond.

He began releasing energy outward from the point where he stood, converting the corruption into something different before expelling it, the process he had learned not in theory but in the practice of the last several years and that he could now direct by reading how the flow was organizing itself.

The radiation that came out had the luminous quality produced by something that had been corrupted and no longer was, a light that was different from the light of regular mana because it had passed through something and come back changed.

Outside, in the physical world of the tenth chamber, the crystal of the Mantis in the nucleus Ren had delivered began brightening with white light, gradually, the purification moving from the central point outward.

”Itʼs a waste,” Selthia said.

Not with anger. With the genuine resignation of someone watching energy used in a way they found deeply suboptimal. ”That amount of energy could accomplish many things.”

Ren looked at her. She was sitting at the edge of the space, not attacking, not accumulating, with the posture of someone who had arrived at the position where talking without obstructing was the only option that didnʼt accelerate her own defeat.

Since she was cooperating in the most minimal possible sense because it kept him near long enough to have someone to talk to. Still desperate for interaction even now…

”What kind of things?” Ren finally said, indulging her.

Selthia looked at him with the expression of someone receiving a question they hadnʼt expected.

”Productive things, I mean,” Ren added.

She took a moment. Then she laughed, and it was the laugh she had when something genuinely amused her.