The glittering silver mana wafted off of my fingertips as fantastically as Kat had once said it had, the ethereal charm of this cold, ancient magic stealing away the attention of all who would see it, and especially those that were already focused completely on .
The two magics I had unlocked through simply having the privilege of being born to my parents had unique and static effects that I was well aware of even after barely touching them ever since I discovered I had them; Blood Magic was entirely physical in nature and affected the corporeal in its entirety, while Moon Magic - especially the kind I had - was far more suited towards tricking the mind and creating illusions.
From what Mother said both of these magics I had been granted through my heritage were capable of a wide, unknown variety of things depending on how it ca to you, the wielder, and apparently my Mother's parents had the opposite of what I had been granted.
Moon Magic was a more advanced Ice Magic in the hands of one of her parents whilst the other had a potent support magic that focused entirely on boosting and amplifying everything inside of soone's blood; conversely, mine was more attuned to tricking minds and draining soone of blood respectively, so she hadn't had too much information to give
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Information I would have loved to have been privy to, but there was no use crying over sothing that never happened, so instead I used what I had at my disposal as I stared at the Butterflykin-esque Fiend that was zipping towards, the glitter around its body continuing to swirl before being sucked up into those Ritual Circles on its gorgeous wings.
Upon seeing my unique mana the Fiend imdiately halted its advance and stared at warily, giving the ti I needed to shape the magic I had used perhaps once or twice before in my life into sothing that would save my life, and this different casting style was sothing I was a tad more familiar with thanks to Kat.
Instead of the logical application of creating a sequence of runes that my magic would follow, this was archaic magic that worked on my emotions and desires, sothing that was similar to the more loose and erratic casting style that was Invocation.
With the Fiend slowing down from the shock of seeing this 'unknown' mana, I was able to sent a thick tendril of it straight into the Butterflykin's mind, the milky white mana drifting lazily through the air and causing the Fiend's eyes to cloud over before it slumped slightly.
This would be the perfect ti to strike, but I was unable to move as well as I continued to apply pressure to its mind, the mana within my Core converting itself into the mana I needed and halting all of my other attempts to create even just a spark of Fire Mana.
anwhile the people around us were locked in battle with one another, so I had no help but neither did the Fiend, and even if we were rather unique people visually speaking no one was paying attention to us at the mont, so it was just and this insectoid Fiend.
Pushing the mana into the Fiend and focusing on the idea of trapping it inside of its own body, I felt the ntal pushback from it as its body seized where it was at, stopping completely and causing those Ritual Circles to sputter out as all of its energy went to fighting against this foreign magic.
As more of my mana was converted to the white Moon Magic the area around us fell away completely inside of my mind, leaving just the Fiend and I as we stared at one another; with the disappearance of the background and all of its various kinds of noise I was able to further focus on the Fiend, and so I envisioned chains wrapping around its body to hold it in place.
Suddenly thick, heavy chains erupted from the ground and wrapped firmly around the Fiend's body, vapors rolling off of the white tal as they coiled around the Fiend's limbs first before snaking towards its neck.
"Fascinating..! Unique..!"
The mont one of the chains brushed against its bare neck the Fiend spoke, its sonorous voice causing the chain to hesitate before it settled with wrapping around its shoulders once more, though this ti it was moving slowly.
I tried to will it to head upwards, but as I strained myself to do so the Fiend spoke again, this ti chuckling before it shuffled around in its stiff bonds, saying "I have never encountered sothing like this... Is it Moon Magic, perhaps..? Truly fascinating!"
Tilting its head, the Fiend stared at for a few seconds before looking down at its body, both of us straining ourselves as I tried to keep the chains here while the Fiend watched in interest as the vapors wafting off of the white tal revealed that there was, in fact, nothing holding it in place.
Everything was just in our minds here, and to that end the Fiend looked back up at and asked "Do you truly wish to clash wills with a Fiend, dear? I'll admit I've been caught off guard and am currently unsure of what it is that I need to do to escape these... 'chains', but it is only a matter of ti before I figure it out. This is a nifty trick, but perhaps your Fire Mana would be better used, hm?"
Gritting my teeth, I stared at the Fiend for a second before taking a deep breath as I raised my other hand, summoning a bolt of fla and causing the Fiend to let out a slightly shocked grunt, only to have it writhe around as I sent it flying straight towards its face.
When the flas crashed against its skin and erupted, the Fiend let out a scream before falling silent a mont later, the flas lapping at its skin leaving no mark at all as it realized there was no real fire here, sothing that made it smile initially before that smile turned upside down.
"Tricky... very tricky..."
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