Chapter 110: Unseen Threads - Draconic Ascension: Book of Reality and Spirits

[Jack's POV]

The next few days passed in quiet, focused repetition.

The room was still, with only the books floating around, the hum of residual magic, and the passing of time marked by enchanted sand and the rhythm of my thoughts.

During that time, I conversed with the books, tested theories, and initiated multiple appraisals—starting with myself, then the demiplane, and then gradually expanding outward. The books floated around me like patient, orbiting moons, always watching, always listening.

I'd asked it to appraise my memories when able, the demiplane I was sealed in, my mana flow, and my Arcane Heart. [1]

The good thing was that my Arcane Heart was forming. The bad thing was that it was forming slowly, very slowly.

"Due to your low mana pool, crystallization of the Arcane Heart has begun but is developing at a slower rate than standard," the book had written calmly.

I clicked my tongue. "Tch. Of course."

Still, it was something.

About a week in, the appraisal of the demiplane was completed.

The blue book fluttered open in front of me, glowing faintly, and I leaned in to read.

This space was a sealed demiplane, as expected, but the mana density fueling it was surprisingly low for its size.

"Huh…" I muttered. "This is massive for a demiplane… but the mana present doesn't match. So, how is it stable?"

The book listed the answer clearly.

"I already knew the time dilation isn't Zareth's magic but an artifact's. What I want to know is how the mana fueling the demiplane is off. He has hundreds of these places, so how does he manage so many..." I frowned. "Then what—"

And then it clicked.

I blinked. Then laughed.

"Oh... well, I'm stupid." I said bluntly

The mana wasn't low—it was just diluted from my perspective. I was moving faster. The space around me seemed slow, but outside, it was flowing normally. Inside, I was outpacing it, making everything look thinner.

I laughed again, shaking my head. "The mana isn't low. The world's just slower. Time dilation makes everything feel off…"

The book pulsed softly.

"Is there enough data here to build my own demiplane later on?" I asked, hopeful.

I nodded slowly, lips pursed. "That… makes sense."

I looked at my hand, then noticed the ring.

"What about my storage ring? That counts as extra-dimensional, doesn't it?"

The book stilled, then responded.

I hesitated, then said, "Just the ring for now. Don't scan everything inside—I'll pull out what I want appraised as I go. But run a passive scan when possible. Lowest priority."

I nodded.

I reached into the ring and pulled out my spear, my wand, and dagger.

The book hovered closer, scanning.

"…Ten days?" I blinked. "Why so long for the spear?"

I looked down at the weapon. The familiar weight. The wooden shaft. The curve of the blade that looks like the night sky.

"This is the spear my father made for me," I said softly. "Before the Thornbranch attack. You should recognize it, we met after the attack, and I had the spear at the time."

I gripped it and pushed spirit energy into the weapon.

Faint threads lit up. Intricate patterns I hadn't seen before—runes and marks, now visible with spiritual vision. At least seven different enchantments.

"…How didn't I notice this before?" I whispered.

I looked up. "Did your memory get corrupted? You should know about it."

The book quivered slightly, almost like it was stunned. Magic flared around it briefly as it floated closer to the spear.

I stared wide-eyed at the book, then at the spear.

"How…?"

I leaned back slowly. "…So this thing adapted with me?"

I narrowed my eyes, then looked at the other items.

"What about the wand and dagger?"

I frowned, putting a hand on my chin.

My father made the spear.

My mother made the wand.

They both made the dagger together.