The ability to give birth to all things and the ability to seal all things… these were the conventional abilities possessed by the Menders.
You read that correctly, conventional.
Even the lowest-ranked Menders were endowed with these abilities by ancient humans.
But in truth, the knowledge points and illustrations within the books were supplemented bit by bit by humans over considerable time.
After the ancient humans lost power, for many years, the vast amount of supplementary knowledge had still not been fully digested by the Menders.
Once completely digested, combined with the framework of Nen Abilities possessing infinite possibilities...
No one could imagine what the scene would be like by then.
On the Dark Continent, most living beings did not know of the Menders' existence, with only a small fraction being exceptions.
The Gatekeeper Clan, Humanoid, as well as the silver-haired woman and Chucu in the Forest of Medusa.
These beings not only knew of the Menders' existence but had an even deeper understanding.
Chucu silently watched the White General molded by the silver-haired woman and, in that brief moment, thought of many, many things.
She was not particularly familiar with the silver-haired woman, but they knew each other by reputation and had crossed paths a few times.
They were among the few beings who could live in the Forest of Medusa without harm, and also among the limited existences that could interact with the Menders.
From their standpoint, the Menders were gods, omnipotent gods.
The ability to give birth to all things was enough to drive any being who witnessed it into utter frenzy.
The silver-haired woman was exactly like that.
Her ability to instantly mold imaginings was proof of her relentless pursuit of the Menders' footsteps.
However, no matter how hard the silver-haired woman tried, she had only learned an empty shell… that is, the ability to give birth to all things, but false.
Chucu was first surprised by the level of skill the silver-haired woman had achieved, then later felt a sense of pity for her.
On the battlefield, the White General standing behind the silver-haired woman left Tonpa and the others quite shaken.
"Heh, hehe, hahaha...!"
The silver-haired woman suddenly threw her head back and, despite having no mouth, emitted loud laughter.
As her excited laughter, fully revealing her exhilaration, rang out, the grayish-white general dissolved into flowing sand, swirling like ribbons around the silver-haired woman.
"Yes, the prototype is already there. Perhaps it is not far off, not far off now..."
The silver-haired woman gradually stopped her excited laughter, ignoring the surrounding humans, muttering to herself.
A bright light flickered in her pair of eyes.
"Human who knows array spells, I need even more, much more. So, give me a little more."
The silver-haired woman took a step towards Law. Her long hair hanging behind her stirred without wind, dancing in the air.
The clusters of light specks at the bases of the surrounding caltrop trees turned into countless thin threads, converging on the silver-haired woman in an instant.
Then, the converged light specks transformed into five White Generals, each wielding twin blades, standing beside the silver-haired woman like five expressionless, sword-bearing guards.
After summoning five counterfeit White Generals, the silver-haired woman glanced at Shin longsword in Law's hand, then molded a replica of Shin from light specks, holding it in her own hand.
She seemed to be... using Law for practice.
The five White Generals, each wielding twin blades, brought a strong sense of pressure to Tonpa and the others.
This was the consequence of ingrained impressions.
They clearly understood the power of the White General, an impression Law had continuously reinforced for them from the past to the present.
Now, that silver-haired woman had casually summoned five White Generals capable of blocking Coo's attack. Though counterfeit, they were not to be underestimated.
Five! When Law used just one White General, it was already quite formidable. Yet this silver-haired woman had produced five.
With such a disparity in numbers, how could they compete?
Compared to the shock felt by Tonpa and the others, Law still showed little reaction, even appearing somewhat calm and indifferent.
A counterfeit is, after all, a counterfeit...
Law's expression was composed as he raised his blade horizontally before him.
He did not take the five White Generals seriously, but he did pay attention to the silver-haired woman's abilities.
"Come, let me see how many more possibilities you have."
The silver-haired woman took another step forward. The Nen shrouding her body flared up like raging fire, generating visible air currents that churned the surrounding fluttering petrified feathers like a rotating washing machine.
The five White Generals charged forward in formation, pressing down upon Law with formidable momentum.
The silver-haired woman still... ignored the other humans behind her.
The formidable Aura she radiated was like dazzling, piercing light, reflected in the eyes and hearts of Tonpa and his party.
The overflowing momentum continuously amplified her presence.
Law's arm suddenly moved, slashing forward five times in succession.
Waves of sword energy shot from the blade towards the five charging counterfeit White Generals.
However, the sword energy seemed to go astray, not hitting the counterfeit White Generals but passing right by them.
Outside the battle ring, seeing Law make such an obvious error, Tonpa and the others showed surprised expressions.
The silver-haired woman did not overthink it either, still controlling the White Generals to attack Law.
She wanted to see what other interesting abilities this human who knew array spells could use, preferably forcing out the true nature of that book.
After slashing five times, Law withdrew, again holding his blade horizontally before him.
Facing the counterfeit White Generals nearly upon him, he made no further moves.
Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out on the battlefield.
The sword energy Law had slashed landed in the clusters of light specks beneath the caltrop trees.
At the same moment, the White Generals molded by the silver-haired woman instantly disintegrated like sand sculptures. Wisps of light specks separated from their bodies, and within moments, they collapsed into clouds of specks fluttering in the air.
Silence.
The battlefield suddenly became so quiet that the drop of a pin could be heard.
The silver-haired woman's expression, which had been barely concealing her excitement, instantly froze. Her surging momentum also momentarily stalled.
Outside the battlefield, Tonpa and his party, who had been ready to provide support, silently looked at the light specks that had been scattered by Law's sword energy.
The material used to mold the White Generals was precisely the flowing clusters of light specks beneath the caltrop trees.
Law swung his sword energy, dispersing the clumps of light specks and the thin threads connecting to the White Generals, thereby breaking apart the forms of the White Generals.
Under normal circumstances, when the silver-haired woman drew upon the light specks to mold a White General, everyone's attention would be basically focused on the White General and herself.
The countless thin threads of light specks connecting the two would naturally be assumed to be proof of the link between the silver-haired woman and her creation.
But these astonishingly numerous thin threads obscured the threads extending from the light specks themselves, making them difficult to detect.
Law had noticed this, thus easily breaking the silver-haired woman's technique.
Ultimately, that terrifying imitation ability was something the silver-haired woman could use by leveraging the forest's geographical advantage... it was not her own inherent ability.
With her technique dismantled in this manner, the silver-haired woman stood frozen in place. The Nen surging from her body fluctuated erratically between extreme intensity and extreme decline, revealing her thoroughly unsettled emotions.
This was the ability she had painstakingly trained over many years.