"Haa..."
A deep breath escaped his lips, forming a fleeting mist in the frigid air. His figure was barely discernible amidst the shattered expanse. What might once have been a pristine white landscape, blanketed in snow and illuminated by the ethereal glow of the majestic river above, had been reduced to ruin. The beauty of the past was now little more than a distant mory.
The scene before him bore no resemblance to its forr self. It was sothing wholly new- an expanse of desolation. Even the grandest mountains and the widest plains couldn't retain their splendor after enduring the fury of a teor shower, or rather, the fury of a dragon determined to complete his objective...
Alan had unleashed teor after teor, each unique and devastating, so small and swift, others enormous and cataclysmic, but none had achieved his goal.
"That damn pillar is still standing..."
He muttered under his breath, collapsing into one of the countless craters. The crater lay directly beneath the object of his ire: the pillar. The ground beneath it had been utterly annihilated, yet the cursed structure persisted, now floating in midair. The damn thing even shone more brightly at certain tis, as if to mock him!
Despite his relentless assaults, Alan had only managed to chip a fragnt off its top. The rest of the damned construct remained intact, impervious to his efforts.
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With a weary sigh, he pushed himself to his feet, forcing his body to move once more. Gathering his resolve, he shifted into his Draconian form. He unfurled his wings and took flight, his eyes glowing. In the current environnt, he looked nacing.
For a mont, he hovered there, collecting his thoughts, and his mana.
The surrounding air darkened to a deep, pulsating purple. Hundreds of solid cubes
materialized, each the size of a person and equidistant from one another, forming an intricate lattice. The conduits for the spell, [Gravity Field] were ready.
Fixing his gaze on the floating pillar, Alan drew in a long, deliberate breath. Then, he manifested a massive sphere of pure tal high above the battlefield. It was enormous, the size of a house, but it wasn't the teor, only the core.
The core shimred like liquid, its surface rippling unnaturally. Slowly, six enormous tallic beams erged from it, expanding outward until they constituted a hollow cube around the core. The transformation wasn't finished. Solid stone began to fill the hollow structure, and what had started as a simple sphere grew into a teor of colossal proportions.
It wasn't a sphere; it was a cube-one whose sharp edges and imposing mass exuded power. At its corners, slender tallic spikes began to form. They served no practical purpose, but Alan had added them anyway. There was sothing satisfying about their ominous aesthetic. It appealed to him.
He had learned the hard way that bombarding the surface of the teor with miscellaneous skills wasn't effective. His knowledge of the elents was limited, and even the ones he
understood rarely behaved as expected.
Instead, simplicity worked best.
He fortified the teor with earth and tal, making it impossibly dense. Then, he layered the surface with the skill (Frost Walker], which enhanced its velocity naturally. Adding the effects of [Glacial Collapse] further amplified its destructive potential.
As for the other skills in his arsenal-[Shadow Walker] and [Destitute of Darkness]-he wasn't sure what impact they had, if any. He lacked mastery over the latter, so he chose to disregard them altogether. He discarded the use of other elents as well.
Bigger was better, as it turned out. By increasing the teor's size dramatically, he had crafted sothing truly devastating. Yet, even this simple approach carried a cost. The massive teor strained him, both physically and ntally, as he struggled to keep it aloft. Infinite mana didn't an infinite endurance, and the ntal toll was beginning to show. Alan had been at this for an entire week-without sleep, without food. While his body could endure such deprivation, maintaining such a taxing level of magic for so long was a different matter altogether. Food was rarely an issue, though he may have an enormous appetite, he could sustain himself without for an extrely long period of ti. He also had a lot of it in his inventory, he just didn't feel the need for it.
Sleep... on the other hand.
While he could also go without it for a long period of ti, the only reason Alan abstained from it... Frankly, he didn't want to be in the midst of a battle between two dragons, Valus and Aranus once more in that strange realm of darkness. He could obtain so information about it, but he judged it was better to keep his life...
He didn't know if he could die in his dreams...or whatever that place was, but he wasn't willing to test it out, if even the smallest bit of stray energy hit him there, he would die, helplessly.
Poof, or maybe boom? He didn't want to know.
"Almost..."
He sighed, making space for the teor to descend, he had created too many conduits, he had to remove so of them to make a clear path of descent towards the damned pillar that he was going to obliterate even if it took years...
And then, he simply let the teor go, guiding it with the most miniscule amount of mana required, it barreled towards the pillar, and just before the mont of impact. Alan blocked his ears with mana, but intended to bear everything else.
His ears were sensitive!
The teor t the target, and as his vision was blocked by debris, dust, and snow. He wondered if he would be able to use this skill, which he aptly nad, [Supre teor] on Earth. Lanekia was a special planet, that repaired itself with astounding speed and was magical in every other aspect... Gigantia and Earth were not the sa.
Gigantia would probably be able to handle it, but Earth... It was hard to say. He would have to ask the rest to be certain.
He wondered what the rest were doing, but that curiosity of his was overshadowed by the sheer relief and satisfaction of the pillar finally being destroyed, as his teor exploded from within, a feature he added.
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