Electus - Chapter 492

A few steps back taken for the sake of not being too close to this monument, with that idea growing in his mind, Eric requested the crowd behind him. “Get back, I’m going to try something that Kashetnis told me.”

The first to reply, Ada questioned. “Are you sure? Please be safe.”

While actually she had no idea what Eric wanted to do, understandable considering he didn’t tell them anything for the sake of not getting opposed.

“Kashentis didn’t say that this could kill me… so I think it’s safe.” Eric hollered back, wanting to assure his friends although it’s quite certain that most were worried.

Well that was one side of the coin, Eric didn’t want to mention a grand fact, the boots supposedly have 100 souls in them.

Eric didn’t nearly understand how that works but it’s fine long as Kashentis understood what it is. The lady also said that Eric can die through the attempt of obtaining these boots, well let’s just hope it goes the way he wants it to.

Trying to keep a clear mind as Mogranius had recommended long ago throughout a meditation session, the young man took a deep breath and synced into a sumo squat.

Both arms pushed forward, keeping his left hand a foot behind from the right, this is the base preparation of unleashing the demanded move.

Kashentis didn’t decipher any specifics about the move, but using basic logic, Eric figured out that a small fireball won’t cut it here.

While continuously blasted fire… well that sounded like something that can offer more to the boots, since the offering should be fire according to what Kashentis said.

Finally, he unleashed fire from his very palms, his left hand reaching forward now and parallel with the other.

The fire in front of him began as just half a foot long, under a quarter of a second it stretched forward, almost reached the monument even.

By now, the head of the fire ranged 7 feet wide, while it’s whole form looks like a cone now considering that the whole formation isn’t short tailed.

Once the fire breached through the air and reached the monument, Eric saw the fire’s head break out in all directions, as if hitting a strong dead end.

Especially complexing since the monument itself wasn’t big enough to cause such an effect.

It staggered the young boy, but he didn’t die on the spot so that’s the good side out of it at least.

3 seconds in, the fire that broke out in all directions started  thinning.

The head of this power move started thinning, shifting the cone like fire to one that looks like a pole.

“At least I’m doing it right.” Eric murmured as he felt an overall weakness all over his body.

As 10 seconds passed by, the fire blasted through his palms thinned down to the point that it barely was half a foot wide!

Absolutely insane considering that it reached it’s pique once the head became 7 feet wide.

“Eric are you sure about this?” Ada questioned, trying to change the young man’s mind although hoping he will succeed.

As Ada ended that question, out of a sudden they saw the young boy fly 10 more feet away from the monument  and right to the ground.

He wasn’t blown off into thousands of pieces so that was the optimistic side of this sour situation.

Close to getting knocked out, Eric murmured. “I really am weak.”

“Eric!” Ada hollered and rushed towards the boy, with the rest following him, even the old man stood from his comfortable spot to see if the boy was in one piece.

“Eric, Eric, Eric!” Ada repeated over and over, her tone thundered stronger by each call.

“Eric boy, Eric!” Sekun repeated, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and carried a pale look on his face, Ironic considering he was dark skinned.

“Is he alive?” Rash questioned, sad beyond prepare.

He might have the strongest connection with Eric, apart from Ada of course. Back in Gaster Kingdom, the young Electus saved his ass and for that Rash is beyond grateful and offered services.

“He’s alive, weaker than I expected but alive.” Qutalis explained, looking over the boy’s shoulder. “He just lost all stamina.”

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“Where am I?” Eric questioned, with much effort stood up from his spot.

“In Lan Shutak obviously, where else would you be? Zameria?” The geezer uttered, even in such a situation enhancing sarcasm.

“I failed, didn’t I?” Eric spoke out, feeling a massive headache.

Not so sparing with the King’s emotions, Qutalis added. “Most definitely, the boots kicked your booty boy.”

“Eric!” Ada thundered from the other side of the room as he rushed towards the young Electus.

With a leap, she crashed over Eric and synced into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay!”

“I’m good don’t worry, I can’t die that easily.” Eric comforted, patting his lover on the head.

After silence stretched for a few seconds in between hugs, he questioned. “How long was I asleep?”

“2 days.” A familiar tone echoed from the other side of the 15 foot wide cave dwelling. “You slept like a rock.”

Gazing to his left, Eric saw a small figure carrying a one handed battle axe. Well it’s Rash, there aren’t many 4 foot tall creatures in Ignis.

Understanding how this little man is like, Eric added. “I hope you didn’t attack the monument.”

With a shot given to lift up the mood, Rash reasoned. “That wouldn’t get us the boots, so not yet.”

That in mind, a bad mood instantly returned on Eric’s conscious. “The boots… I failed miserably.”

“Well at least you’re alive.” Sekun encouraged as he walked in the room.

Pushing Ada on his side while keeping an arm around the lady’s neck, Eric weighed in. “What am I going to do now? This continent could be destroyed any day and I’m too weak…”

“You’re not weak Eric.” Ada disagreed, holding the boy by the arm tighter.

“Actually he kinda is… I expected him to blow the whole monument up but no…” Qutalis interrupted, stating what the friends are too kind to say.

His ego tad hurt but understanding the truth, Eric tried to drag optimism into this. “Do any of you have ideas?”

“Truth to be told, your stamina is weak and your fire blasting even weaker.” Truly deafening words but Qutalis is the only one here uttering the truth.

After that, he weighed in. “You have to become more powerful, what level is your fire blasting at?”

“I’m just level 1, I trained but something bad cut my training in half.” Of course he quoted the ghost tree here but didn’t want to start such a topic just yet.

Pitching an idea that isn’t easy to comprehend, the old man replied. “Reaching a higher level in fire blasting can help you become powerful enough to take the boots. This might sound crazy but you need to put time in your lava blasting.”