Lock of Biomechanism.
Lock of Status Affliction.
Lock of Formation Iteration.
And the fifth lock. The fifth lock was difference. Mater could feel the shape of the fifth lock slowly materializing the more control he had over the land of Vieta.
"What is this? It is similar to Formation Iteration but not really."
The black cat closed his eyes and felt the dominion he had over Vieta. It was very faint. Not enough for him to realize the next step in the path of the Warlock.
"I am still not enough. I need to unlock the first, second, and third keys of the Form-Lock first. I need more Rank-4 beings."
The Octagram finished engraving onto Vieta. Now, Master had become its true master.
The soldiers and residents of Vieta were released from their brainwashing. For the first time in years, they could finally think for themselves.
The soldiers looked around in confusion. Most dropped their weapons and surrendered. A few followed right after.
