It was incredible how swatting these pesky Faeries out of the sky didn’t really get that bored when compared to before; maybe it was the fact that they were being satisfyingly crunched against my ice paddles, or maybe it was the sheer amount of gore that was surrounding , but either way it was just... mwah~!
Chef’s kiss all the way around and the deepest complints to these little things since they seed to be imnsely strong in terms of their magical capabilities but otherwise weak to anything physical, making them the perfect punching bags to release stress.
Their magic couldn’t really reach since I was constantly and randomly pulsing out my own magic to counter theirs, aning all they had left was to fly straight at and hope to slip past the giant ice walls or my ice paddles.
In other words I was playing ping pong with fleshy balls that never returned to , also known as so of the most fun I’ve had in a long ti, especially since I was able to reallocate my ntal resources to sothing else as I did so.
What might be more important than batting around these Faeries and watching them explode into brilliant multicolored mist, you might ask?
Why, learning how to use their magic in the midst of turning them into that glittery rainbow splashes against the brilliant snow that was settled all around us~!
It was becoming rather obvious that their magic reacted to their emotions and required nothing more than their will to shape - much like my Lust Mana that was seldom utilized - while also being sothing that was tied to the land around them.
A mixture of their emotions and what the world itself was willing to provide them with, sothing that fluctuated randomly without much warning; I noticed their waning power in the midst of my bloodbath and could imdiately piece together why they were growing weaker.
The world noticed that they were dying quickly and without achieving much at all, so it just... slowly began to sever the connection between itself and them, so as to save this resource for sothing or soone more worthy.
Becoming that soone seed like a good first start, so after I funneled a surplus of mana into both my paddles and the walls around I dragged all of my mana back inside of myself and focused on feeling the magic around .
Not what was being targeted at , nor what I had pushed out into the world, but what was already here; the magic that was lazily emitted into the air in abundance, the magic that was untouched and untad, waiting for soone to grab at it.
Typically you grabbed it and pulled it into your Core to beco your own mana, but what the Faeries were doing was pulling it towards themselves and then shaping it externally, aning this was a version of magic that didn’t necessarily require a large Core.
You were the in between of the magic around you and the spells you cast, aning that I needed to forgo the structure that I was so accustod to using and instead try and shape it while it was still in the atmosphere.
Sounded difficult since absorbing it was completely separate from my normal function, and I was worried that I might just keep absorbing it even as I tried to shape it, but the mont I grasped one of those threads that ’fear’ beca unfounded.
I didn’t need to use my hands to give it shape, nor did I need to use my vocal chords as a dium to cast the spell; I just... asked it if it wanted to be used by and told it what I wanted.
So simple yet slightly difficult since that required concentration on this initial attempt, but it ca out - albeit shoddy - as a wave of icicles that crashed down in front of , impaling a fair share of the Faeries and forcing the rest to evade the projectiles.
First attempt was a success and it was sothing I was so accustod to casting anyways, so the next attempt was for sothing a bit more uncommon in my arsenal; I let my desire for a snowstorm be known to the magic that was lazily drifting around , and before I knew it the winds were tugging at the trees all around us, shaking any and all snow free from those needles.
The snow on the ground was whipped up into this growing frenzy that whirled around , and with a re thought it encompassed the area I was occupying, limiting vision and scratching at any of the Faeries that didn’t have perfect ’armor’.
The winds were strong and the snow beca sharp, slicing through their mana and cutting into their flesh as I created a perfect cloud of white around myself, isolating from everything and making grin as I lowered the paddles.
A tornado of ice and frigid cold raged on all around , reacting to my amusent and desire for even more as I listened to the Faeries screech out in agony as they were torn apart or slamd into trees.
This was a far more powerful Domain than anything I had cast ever before, and it also faded away far quicker than I expected as I thanked the magic for what it had done, the Faeries no longer shrieking at for the sudden flipping of this power.
Silence fell in the forest once more, but this ti it was serene and peaceful, sowhat warm and familiar as everything beca calm; there was no longer a deep chill, I wasn’t jumping at shadows nor was I looking over my shoulder multiple tis a minute.
It was just... quiet, and that was all I wanted after everything that had happened; stepping over the rainbow snow and ignoring the broken and smashed bodies of the Faeries, I strained my hearing and listened for anything at all, searching for Draka.
Imdiately I caught on to the strong winds that tore at the forest in the distance, so with my destination set I began to run through the evergreens and prepare for another battle, all while I puzzled over what made the sigil on my neck so special.
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