Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy Chapter 1235: The New Realm

While Vale and his companions assisted the Marshall Academy in its expansion to set the world's premier model for educating Arcanists, the trio of Time Manipulators stayed engaged in their mission to elevate their Realm's rank and gather the essence the Will of the Realm demanded for birthing Divinity.

This proved an immensely challenging endeavor, and in truth, Vale harbored no hopes for swift success in this pursuit...

He remained unperturbed, even if fulfilling this duty stretched across multiple decades.

Yet, he had lowballed the secrets the Time Manipulators retained from their days in the faction, serving beneath the Timeless King.

Naturally, Cyper and his allies also braced for a prolonged effort before any breakthroughs. Astonishment gripped them upon realizing their triumph!

"We've truly achieved it..." Cyper whispered.

They had just verified the presence of humans dwelling here... Moreover, Magic lingered, though subtle and raw. It stood as a domain brimming with promise, free from meddling by other Immortal Beings!

"This is the one," Liora murmured...

"A lower realm, unspoiled, harboring humans and magic. Ideal."

Cyper's sturdy frame eased...

A uncommon grin spread over his features. "Shall we christen it ourselves?" Cyper inquired.

Liora inclined her head. "You supplied this coordinate from the obscured annals... It's without a title and absent even from the Time Faction's logs... Would you like to dub it Cyper?"

"That feels unsuitable." Cyper declined with a shake of his head.

Elysia let out a light laugh and proposed. "Why not name it Vale?"

"Ha! That's over the top... Plus, it'd sow confusion whenever we mention it." Cyper grumbled.

"Hold on... I've got an idea: let's call it Valor." He continued.

"Valor?" Elysia echoed.

"Indeed... That's the name it'll bear. A realm deserving of battle or along those lines." Cyper replied.

"That works fine. Do we inform Lord Vale right away?" Elysia's tone stayed steady, yet her gaze gleamed with resolve.

Liora assented with a nod.

"Stabilizing a pathway will demand time—at minimum five years, possibly more. But upon success, Vale gains his entry point... I'm certain he'd relish hearing this now to commence arrangements. Plenty requires setup, so he needs ample warning to prepare...

Cyper concurred.

"This presents an ideal chance for his pupils too. The pathway we're forging presently bars Immortals from access. Vale might opt to dispatch his top learners initially."

"What?" Liora showed clear surprise at the notion, though reflection revealed its logic.

Indeed, post-pathway creation, the immediate action involved laying groundwork. Vale or fellow immortals couldn't simply invade, lest they shatter the balance.

This explained why Liora scouted via her Temporal Body rather than her true form.

Foundation-building had to initiate proceedings, rendering it an excellent role for his followers and apprentices.

Before long, the three clustered, peering through the delicate portal to Valor. After months, optimism ignited within their cores.

***

In short order, they relayed the developments to Vale’s Avatar...

"Excellent job. Valor marks our forthcoming venture. Set up the arrays and secure the pathway. For the moment, solely my most trusted confidants learn of this... Thus, protect this mystery fiercely. Eventually, we advance."

The Time Manipulators inclined in respect, their quest yielding results at last.

Thus, amid the Shadow Domain's depths, the route to Valor took shape. Years of toil, myriad refinements, and ceaseless watchfulness lay ahead.

Yet the initial stride was taken...

Vale’s dream of outreach transformed from mere fancy into reality.

***

Three days on, Vale occupied a serene room inside the Shadow Castle...

His Avatar absorbed the updates from the three Time Manipulators.

Cyper, Liora, and Elysia had come back from their routine probes into the freshly unveiled realm, Valor.

Their temporal projections endured a mere thirty minutes each venture ere the Will of the Realm bore down, endangering their tenuous manifestations.

Truly, excess duration courted obliteration.

Nevertheless, those thirty minutes sufficed when repeated each day. Over three days, they assembled glimpses of Valor Realm’s reality.

Cyper began the briefing.

"As we foresaw. The realm teems with fertility. Endless forests sprawl across miles, rivers carve through vales, and the earth overflows with nutrients. The mortals inhabit dispersed kingdoms, lacking a unified rule. Their arms consist of basic iron and steel, though they've started forming forces. Conflicts rage between them, yet none pose risks to Immortal ambitions. At present, we detect no dangers."

Liora straightened her attire and agreed. "Magic persists, dim yet evident. It lacks structure thus far. Mortals view it as folklore or blessings for the select few. No schools or structured groups exist. Certain lineages exhibit heightened talent, but their mystical insights remain basic."

Elysia picked up the thread.

"The Will of the Realm hasn't turned aggressive toward us yet. It permits observation but squeezes us whenever we dawdle. It's potent enough to uphold its rules, though not adversarial. It appears to abide our visits, provided we avoid meddling. Hence, our temporal forms hold for thirty minutes, nothing beyond."

Vale attended closely and inclined his head...

"Splendid efforts. Humans... divided kingdoms... subtle magic. Free from Immortal touch. This matches our exact requirements."

Cyper affirmed. "We verified temples too. Mortals revere gods, all fictional. Their divine tales are legends, pleas going unheeded... though I could err. Further scrutiny might be needed. Currently, they crave strength without genuine guardians."

Liora chimed in, "We spotted resources as well. Valor boasts crystal lodes and ores ripe for processing. Its woodlands stretch wide, teeming with abundant creatures...

"Creatures?" Vale echoed.

Liora confirmed with a nod. "From ordinary beasts to enchanted ones, they thrive there."

Elysia appended. "Matching our earlier calculations, a minimum of five years to firm up the path. The Will counters if we rush intrusion...

Vale’s Avatar beamed with satisfaction. "Five years suffices. I hadn't foreseen such rapid progress. You've surpassed what I anticipated."