Aethernea - Chapter 107

Episode 107 Flashcast

Previously:

The day of the practical exams is finally here and Kiel is inside a large arena created by the Replica Dungeon. Nelaira tricks Deora into attacking the Rroda brothers, and Deora ends up pursuing Kiel with a barrage of fireballs. Kiel runs away, dodging the fireballs, however, Deora manages to hit him with an explosive airball. Kiel loses his consciousness and remembers how he got trapped inside the burning house as a child. After waking up he gets into a life and death situation that makes him overcome his fear of fire and launch a counter attack on Deora.

A glass dagger enlarged in Deoras vision, and he forcefully twisted his upper body to dodge the fatal blow aiming for his neck.

His twirl almost sprained his back, but he managed to dodge the fatal blow by a hairs width.

Deora hurriedly jumped back, too disturbed by the close call to even remember to curse.

Kiel had intentionally filled his earth dome with mana to confuse Deoras mana sense, so he wouldnt be able to tell that Kiel was no longer within the dome.

He had then concealed his own presence and dug an underground tunnel towards Deora. He even chose the perfect moment to launch a sneak attack, all for the sake of this all or nothing shot. Even Deoras explosions were used to cover up the tremors of the ground caused by Kiels digging.

Unfortunately, although his attack could be said to be flawless, Deoras reaction time was the cream of the crop. Before his mind could catch up with the events, his body had already reflexively dodged the blow.

Deora rubbed his back with a dark face. Fury burned brightly inside his yellow eyes. Congratulations! Youve successfully pissed me off! He spat between clenched teeth.

…haven’t you been pissed off from the start? Are you saying that you’ve been raging the entire time without being pissed off? Deora’s absurd declaration made Kiel’s eyebrow twitch, but it didn’t slow down his actions in the slightest.

Seeing that his attack had failed to kill Deora, Kiel didnt linger inside Deoras high-temperature field. Instead, he quickly made a split-second decision to go for Elarus magic egg.

He darted like the wind towards the egg artifact, accelerating to the best of his ability.

Deora gave chase immediately with just as much speed, rushing towards Kiel like a rabid bloodhound in pursuit of his next meal. Conserving mana was not even in his vocabulary. All he thought about was not letting Kiel escape his heat field.

He would destroy him even if he got defeated by someone else right after.

Both men left dust in their wake as they chased each other.

Deoras eyes were getting more and more bloodshot, the muscles on his limbs occasionally twitching, clearly nearing their mana tolerance threshold.

He had stopped shooting out fireballs, concentrating his full power into his heat field, wanting nothing more than to just melt Kiel where he stood.

Kiel didnt look any better than Deora, his face was pale, and his each and every movement caused him to break out in cold sweat.

Or maybe it was just regular sweat, for the temperature around him was sharply climbing.

His cooling spell was struggling like a small ship against the stream, getting rapidly overpowered by Deoras heat field.

Just a bit more!

He was almost there!

50 meters left!

He was flying so fast that he couldnt even keep his eyes open against the violent air currents hitting his face. His protective goggles had melted in the explosion, and now they were obscuring his vision instead of protecting his eyes.

He could almost hear his spell screaming, hopelessly struggling to overcome the heat field. Yet, it was nothing but futile effort.

A little pechuh couldnt escape the jaws of a lupax. All it could do was delay the inevitable.

Still, he persevered, and he ran.

He ran so fast. So very fast.

Yet he was not fast enough.

His originally pale flesh got redder by the second.

Steam was rising from his body, cloaking him in a veil of smoke.

Every burning, agonizing second seemed to last forever.

20 meters!

Kiels lips cracked, his jaw clenched so tightly it had turned stiff.

The remainder of Kiels clothes caught fire, his thin, already charred hair started curling up from the heat.

The air hitting his face felt like a stream of boiling water.

Yet he still refused to scream, he still refused to give up.

He could almost touch it, he was almost there!

5 meters!

Kiel lunged towards the egg with his arms outstretched.

His thin red fingers were desperately grasping towards the egg without any hesitation, even though he knew that the surface of the metal egg was probably even hotter than the molten air around him.

Knowing that touching it would bring him even more agony than he was currently in. Knowing that touching that little egg would probably turn his hands unusable.

Still, he felt no fear of pain.

On the contrary, he felt grateful.

Grateful that the egg didnt melt.

1 meter!

Kiel forced his eyes open to find the ring on the egg that he needed to twist, however, he couldnt see a thing.

His vision had already turned dark. His whole body had already turned stiff.

His acceleration magic was the only thing keeping him moving.

So close, yet that distance seemed infinitely far away.

Each step, each inch closer took an eternity of agony.

The particles of sand slipped through the hourglass slowly, like floating snowflakes.

And then

Finally!

Kiels fingers touched the cool surface of the egg.

He grasped it with both hands, feeling for the middle ring, and then forcefully twisting his fingers with magic to rotate it.

He rotated it arduously, managing to reach half way to the target position.

But then

Abruptly

His movement halted.

His fingers moved no longer.

In fact, his entire body had stopped moving.

Deora, too, stopped his charge.

He stood frozen on the spot, his hand touching his cheek.

Only now did the stinging pain on his face register.

Deoras gaze landed on the red blood staining his fingers.

A cut?

His eyes glazed over.

There were originally two fingers, but they suddenly turned into four and then six.

The swear word Deora intended to shout got stuck in his throat.

The world started spinning, and Deora lost his balance. His body felt heavy, he felt himself falling.

Thump.

A cloud of dust rose into the air when Deoras body hit the ground.

The dagger Kiel had thrown earlier in his sneak attack on Deora didnt manage to slit his throat, but it managed to graze his cheek.

Kiels intention was never to kill him with that shot.

His goal was to leave a single poisoned cut.

Yet, who knew that he would barely manage to live long enough for the poison to take effect?

No wonder Deora Thayn ended up as an assistant Muni professor. His fire and temperature manipulation magic was state of the art.

Without Deoras conscious control, his magic slowly dissipated.

The scorching heat in the air around Kiel gradually returned to normal temperature.

Yet, even before that, Kiels struggling cooling spell had already managed to stage a comeback and shield Kiel from the heat. Without the heat field to suppress it, it had no trouble cooling down Kiels pink flesh.

Kiels head rigidly turned back towards Deora, and then, he let out a suffocating breath of relief.

Its about time!! What kind of a shitty slow acting poison is this?!

* * *

The entire VIP lodge was eerily silent.

The faces of the examiners were showing a mix of emotions. Solemnity, shock, and respect being the most prominent of them.

Deora had put Kiel Rroda in a sorry state.

Yet, not one of the examiners looked down on Kiel.

On the contrary.

The youth with the pale blue eyes had left them feeling a mix of admiration and awe.

Admiration of his unyielding nature.

Respect for the way he managed to persist through the agony, not losing his consciousness. Without even thinking about giving up.

It was one thing to be unafraid of death, there were people who could suppress their instinctual reaction of fear, especially within the Replica Dungeon where there was no true death.

But how many of them could persist through having their flesh burned off of their bones without letting out any shrieks of pain, without shedding a single tear?

How many could unhesitatingly follow their convictions even if it meant burning off their own limbs or twisting their own fingers?

How many could retain that unyielding look of determination that left no room for defeat?

Kiel Rroda could die in this battle.

But his spirit would not be defeated.

None of the people present could find it within themselves to consider it as a defeat.

Originally, they werent too absorbed into the battle.

But then

Everything changed.

Deora has created a large explosion.

The flames consumed Kiel Rroda.

Yet, they could not devour him.

The examiners didnt even get enough time to recover from the shock that Kiel Rroda survived the flames when another hit shook their hearts.

Flashcast? The solemn, gray-eyed man spoke a single emotionless word that somehow managed to incite a chaos in the minds of all people present.

Flashcast.

The word sent out ripples of shock into the minds of all examiners.

Flashcasting was the closest mortals could come to replicating how gods used magic.

An instantaneous spell casting without a need to weave mana.

A task that mortals found near impossible to do.

Even Arites, as godlike as they were, could not Flashcast.

No matter how good of a mage one was, no matter how flawless their mana or spell control was, no matter how talented or knowledgeable they were they would never be able to learn how to Flashcast.

Because Flashcasting wasnt something that could be learned.

No matter who ones parents were, no matter how illustrious and powerful ones bloodline was, it would not help one gain the ability to Flashcast.

Because Flashcasting was not an innate talent one was born with.

Flashcasting couldnt be sought or found, couldnt be learned or taught.

No books could help those that couldnt do it.

And those who could do it needed no books.

Flashcasting relied on the mental state of the user and was activated by something intangible that mortals had never managed to define or pinpoint. Even the legendary figures who had previously managed to successfully Flashcast were often times unable to reproduce it.

Perhaps gods were the only ones who could truly understand how Flashcast worked. Perhaps for gods, seeing mortals Flashcast would be like seeing children play in the sandbox, turning a bucket of sand upside down and calling it a castle.

As for mortals, even hearing of the term Flashcast was rare, let alone witnessing it in action.

Out of all the examiners present, not even one had previously seen Flashcasting in action.

Seeing it for the first time left their hearts unsettled, their lips panting.

What followed was their blood boiling, caused by Kiels creative usage of magic, deception, and tactics.

And they werent the only ones whose blood was left boiling.

There was one more person whose blood was very much boiling at this moment.

Rhur Rroda.

He looked at Kiel, who was lying on his back breathing heavily, and frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. Tsk.

Kiel was in bad shape, but somehow, that brought Rhur Rroda no pleasure.

Rhur had thought that he would enjoy watching Kiel struggle, but this spectacle it wasnt enjoyable at all!

On the contrary, it left him feeling uncomfortable.

He felt no pity or sympathy for his younger brother. So how come Kiels suffering was so hard to swallow today?

Perhaps it was because the battle didnt turn out how he had wanted it to turn out?

Perhaps seeing Kiel in such a miserable state didnt make the spectators feel as if he had lost?

Whatever the reason, it made Rhurs aura steam with suppressed anger.

In a fit of unjustified rage, he stopped dodging Nelairas attacks and decided to take his displeasure out on her.

He waved his hand towards Nelaira, and suddenly a lightning snake darted from the tip of his index finger drilling into her in a blink of an eye.

Nelairas movement paused, her body painfully jerking.

It wasnt just her body that halted, even her thoughts momentarily went blank causing her spells to pause as well.

Rhur took advantage of this short moment of weakness and slashed down with his sword towards Nelaira.

His slash was so abrupt, so sharp, so powerful, that the air left in its wake was enough to separate Nelairas body into two.

Slicing through her protection spell, slicing through her skin, slicing through flesh, and even her bones.

The two halves hit the ground with a wet crimson splash.

Her black eyes widened, staring with disbelief, before they glazed over.

The thin lightning flashed by too fast. One could not defend against it unless they were expecting it.

Even though Rhurs slash was also fast, the difference in speed between it and the lightning was as large as the distance between the sun and the moon.

If Rhur had chosen to use his slash before paralyzing Nelaira, she, with her great battle capabilities, would likely have managed to dodge it or even guard against it with her transmutation magic.

Even though the force of his attack was powerful, Nelairas defense was even tougher. Not to mention that she refused to let him close in on her, constantly moving around and obstructing his movement with her spells.

Initially, Rhur intended to drag out the fight until Kiels fight was over, and then finish Nelaira off with an onslaught of razorblood petals. He was saving his trump cards for his battle with Zor.

However, after seeing Kiels fight, in a fit of rage, he changed his mind, revealing both his magic specialty

and his divine artifact.

Author Note

In case you are wondering, Flashcast does have its reason, rules and mechanics which are closely related to the secret behind divine magic ? I am not just randomly putting it in. In fact, originally, I didnt even intend to mention it to you by name, just giving you a clue vague enough to leave you wondering what happened, which you would only be able to understand after re-reading the first book at a later time, however, I changed my mind.

I decided to introduce it early, but not explain the truth behind it until a later date. You probably wont get a full explanation for a long while. The end of book two at earliest, the end of the entire series at latest. Well see.

However, here is an answer to one of the questions you guys might be wondering:

Why did professors think Kiel managed to Flashcast and Deora thought Kiels casting speed was very high? Couldnt he have concealed his weaving and then stopped concealing it when it formed causing an illusion that his weaving was quick?

In normal casting the mage weaves a spell pattern and when finished that spell pattern creates a reality-altering effect. Flashcast is different, its like reverse casting the reality-altering effect happens first and forces its spell pattern to form.

In mana sense of others, they would see mana congregating and forming the spell pattern almost instantaneously and mistake it as a person having an extremely fast casting speed.

However, more experienced spectators would notice that the reality-altering effect appeared before the spell pattern and recognize it as Flashcast.

If Kiel had concealed the spell very well, spectators would feel an area with little or no mana, and then when he stopped concealing it, it would feel as if the spell along with a bunch of mana teleported there, popping out of nowhere. Like they blinked and missed what happened.

It doesnt look or feel the same.

Coming up in the next episode:

And this disruptiveness perfectly complemented Rhurs one-shot-kill battle style.

What a silly question, of course you arent alright! Stop torturing yourself and forfeit. You are in no state to continue this battle.

Should I give you a hand and end your misery?

Yet all efforts were futile.

I lied. But dont blame me. I had your own good at heart. No need to thank me. Knowing that I helped my little brother conquer his fear is enough for me.