Realm of Monsters Chapter 120: The Tempest Archmage

Stryg woke to the sll of jasmine tea. He opened his eyes and was t with a grey dod ceiling.

Youre awake, good, Isne said.

She sat next to him, drinking a steaming cup of tea. He was lying on the steel tal plates, the sound of rushing water right beneath him.

Stryg groaned in pain as he pushed himself up, Im still here? What happened?

Isne took another sip of tea before answering, Our lesson is not over, where else would you possibly be?

Stryg grimaced at the pain radiating from his skull, How long have I been out?

About two hours. I would have taken you to a white mage, but I wanted to see if Riri was right about your healing capabilities. It seems he was, otherwise, youd probably be in a coma.

Two hours? Stryg rubbed his temple. I missed my next class.

So did I, yet here we still are. She handed him a cup of tea, Drink up, itll help soothe your muscles and warm your body.

...Thanks, he said cautiously. He stared at the cup without moving.

Its not poison. If I wanted to harm you we wouldnt be having this conversation.

I know, its just Why are you being so nice to all of a sudden?

Tea? Im simply being courteous. Isne placed her cup down, I suppose I should clarify a few things.

Like why did you attack ? It was a test right?

Correct, she nodded.

And I failed, he sighed.

Why do you say that?

I wasnt strong enough to stop your torrent spells, he looked over his own soaked clothes.

The test was not to see if you were strong enough to stop my attacks. I am one of the most powerful magi in this city and you are just a novice. The outco of that fight would be obvious to anyone. But, yes, you did fail.

Stryg gritted his teeth. Despite all his strength he was still failing. He bowed his head, I apologize for my failure. I will not fail you again.

No need to apologize and yes, you will fail again, I have no doubt of that.

Strygs face grew a shade darker. W-what was the test then?

Now youre asking the right questions. The test was simple. I wanted to see if you could spell-cast properly. You could not. You still use anger as a crutch for your will and focus.

Wait. So you attacked over and over, to see what the source for my focus was? You could have just asked.

Isne poked him in the arm with her cane, Wrong again. Asking you would not have helped either of us. I needed to show you that your anger was not enough. Even when I goaded you into a rage your anger was not sufficient. Your spells were all force, no finesse. Blue magic has always been about control, not random bouts of rage.

She lifted his arm with her cane and pushed the tea cup towards his mouth, And I needed to see if your heart was capable of more than just anger. Fortunately for you, it was.

What do you an? He furrowed his brow but took a sip of the prompted tea.

You dont rember casting a torrent spell at the end of our little test?

Vaguely? I was in a lot of pain, he massaged his bruised shoulder.

She sipped her tea, You didnt rely on your anger. The torrent spell you cast was artless and crude, a novices spell no doubt, but it ca from a raw place deep within. It was born from frustration and it was a manifestation of pure determination.

...I dont know what that ans.

It ans Ill accept you as my student.

Im not sure thats a good thing, he swallowed.

He had never seen such powerful torrent spells before, that much was true. But no one had ever beaten him to such a degree either. He had no idea Isne was such a powerful mage. Learning from her would be an honor and yet terrifying all at once. Isnes lips curled slightly, Well start by getting rid of that stupid crutch of yours. Loh decided to give you the easy route for spell-casting. Anger may grant you a powerful focus for spell-casting, but it will never be as reliable as what I will teach you.

You an regular ditation?

She smacked his wrist with the cane.

Ah! He winced in pain.

You are young so I will overlook your ignorance just this once. Elzri Noir is a very wise man, he would not have sent you my way if you did not have true potential. It is ti you begin acting like it.

Stryg took a deep breath, I understand. Im sorry.

Hm, good, Isne nodded. She pushed herself to her feet, True ditation is simply a way for us to find ourselves. An act of defiance. Taking a stand to not run away from the monsters that plague our thoughts.

The cane clattered to the floor, It is when you find your true self that you will know if you have the strength to face that individual. Because, if you can, then you will learn you have the strength to face the world.

Im not sure I understand, Stryg admitted.

You will, in ti. No one can teach you this, not really.

Her body began to glow a soft blue. The air popped with static power. Isne closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and opened her arms wide, It must co from within you!

Blue streaks of lightning burst forth from within her. Stryg fell back as the lightning crackled all around him, curving about the chamber, looking for sowhere to escape.

Isnes grey hair rose in the air, her black robes billowed around her, the sapphire of her mage necklace glowed brightly. Her beige eyes were hard with resolve. Gone was the frail old woman and in her place was a terrifying avatar of storm magic.

Isne held her palm open wide, the lightning streaking across the chamber screeched in response and curled around her hand, condensing into a small glowing orb. She clasped her hand shut, the dense orb of power sputtered and spun erratically before settling into a spear of electric energy.

Isne slowly turned to Stryg and offered him her free hand, Are you ready to learn?

Strygs eyes widened in awe, Yes!

Then we have a long road ahead of us, apprentice, Isne grinned.

The lightning fizzled and the blue light faded away. Her hair fell down around her face, concealing the Tempest Archmage and leaving an old woman in her place. Isne bent down and grabbed her cane. She hobbled back over to her cup of tea and sat down with a tired sigh.

Stryg, you have used your anger to ignore your problems and lash out at the world with magic. Effective, yes. But, limiting. You are depriving yourself of knowing how truly powerful you are. It is ti we begin to rectify that.

If I do what you say will I be able to create lightning like that? Can you teach that storm spell, the one with the spear? Ive never seen anything like it, Stryg scooted closer to her.

Lets not get ahead of ourselves. There is a reason why most blue magi can only cast the torrent spell-form. Mastery of storm magic requires complete lack of emotion, total focus, precise control, and an unbreakable will. You have none of these qualities.

So, youll only be teaching torrent magic? His shoulders slumped.

Isne laughed, Please, youre not ready to learn any spells. If you are to reach your true potential we must start from the beginning, your foundations. Until I deem you ready, we will spend our sessions training in ditation and breathing control.

Stryg blinked, Fuck.

This ti there will be no beautiful dwarves to distract you, she raised an eyebrow.

Eh?

Elzri explained to your physical capabilities, including your enhanced night vision. After that, it was quite easy to conclude why a teenage boy failed in my class. Now, close your eyes and let us begin.

...Understood, master, he hung his head.

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Stryg stood in front of a large mansion enshrouded by pale white walls. He showed the guards at the front gate his naplate and announced his reason for visiting. The guards discussed between themselves and nodded. One of them said they understood and to please wait a mont, while the other guard ran off into the mansion.

Stryg balanced on the heels of his feet and glanced around the street while he waited. The Villa District definitely lived up to its na. Mansions ran across almost every street. The few areas without mansions were filled with high-end stores catering to the rich. The cobblestone streets themselves were polished and impeccable. He wondered how many cleaners passed by every night to keep it so.

The streets were fairly empty compared to the Trade District. There were no bustling of crowds nor shouts of sales. Instead, well-grood centaurs trotted about with their wealthy riders. Every so often a carriage would pass by, a small face peeping out the window.

The silver gates behind Stryg swung open. The guards stepped aside as a young man ran over.

Stryg! You made it, Clypeus laughed with a wide smile.

Thank you again for the invitation, he bowed slightly.

Not at all, Ive been needing a training partner. Clypeus placed a hand on his shoulder, Co in, co in.

Stryg stepped into the courtyard and slowly gazed over the villa. There were several white stone buildings of varying sizes connected to each other through large halls. Green grass covered most of the ground save for the winding brick stone pathways spreading throughout the courtyard. Flowers and shrubbery decorated the edges of each courtyard, with even a few trees growing here and there.

Stryg found himself smiling, he hadnt seen trees ever since his training exercise in the academys grove. He missed the familiar plants.

So, this is your ho? Stryg asked.

Well, its House Gales main residence within the city. My family has many lodgings. Im currently staying here, but I consider my real ho a manor up north, away from the city, its where I grew up. A little confusing, I know.

No, I think I understand. I share a similar sentint, just in reverse.

Oh, I see Well, our training ground is in the back. Let show you, Clypeus pointed with his thumb.

Im right behind you, Stryg nodded.

So, how have you been? I havent seen you around campus much these past few weeks.

Ive been busy training, havent had much free ti.

And now youve co to train with , Clypeus chuckled. Always the hard worker, huh? I bet your magical skills have improved a lot.

If only, he mumbled.

Stryg was still only able to create simple shapes from his illusion spells and he was unable to retain their shape whenever they were struck by one of the wind chis. Vayu said he was making good progress, but he didnt feel that way. As for Isne, he was stuck doing ditation practices that he was still utterly failing. Sure, he didnt have Kithina to distract him, now he just had a terrifying mage staring at him.

Here we are, Clypeus nudged his shoulder.

Stryg looked up to see a large pond with smooth stepping stones chequered across its clear surface. A woman in loose white robes danced over the stones, her body a blur of rhythmic patterns. Her silver sword swiveled in her palm, each stroke glancing the ponds surface, sending water droplets flying in fluid arcs.

Stryg lost himself in the beautiful dance, his eyes srized by the seamless sword strokes. The end ca abruptly, the womans movents froze, one leg held bent in the air, her blade in mid-thrust. She slowly looked over at him.

Cly, this is the one you brought for a training partner? Gale asked calmly.

Yup. You rember Stryg, right? He was at llow Bloom during the Seregulus Hunt, Clypeus patted the young goblins back.

Hello, again, Stryg placed his hand over his heart and bowed.

I rember you, but as I recall you were a mage, not a swordmaster, Gale said.

Actually, I ca hoping to pick up on a few ways to counter sword attacks, Stryg said.

Gale skipped across the pond, her feet barely touching each stepping stone. She landed softly on the grass in front of them.

Youll get your chance. I just dont know how much youll actually be able to learn. But, if you really wish to be Clys partner and train against then I have no objections, Gale said.

Thank you for your acceptance, Clypeus bowed deeply.

Lets make this quick, its almost dinner ti, Gale raised her blade.

Stryg glanced between them, Wait, what?