2024-04-15 15:19:06A week later...
Oasis continued his clandestine training with a stick, refining his swordplay skills.
Determined to grow stronger, one morning he ventured to the nearby Silverwater River to practice in solitude, away from Sister's vigilant gaze.
The sight of water flowing in the river was soothing, and the breeze rustling through the nearby forest was invigorating.
As Oasis immersed himself in his training, he was approached by three older boys who mocked him for his lack of magical talent.
"Look at him, he thinks he's a knight training with a stick. He's talentless," one of the boys sneered, earning laughter from his companions.
Unfazed, Oasis continued his exercises, ignoring their taunts.
But one of the boys, Bozer, grew increasingly agitated by Oasis's silence.
In a fit of anger, he unleashed a poorly controlled burst of wind magic towards Oasis, intending to humiliate him.
The magic manifested in the form of a sharp arrow, hurtling towards Oasis with deadly intent.
Just as the magic arrow was about to strike him, Oasis's pendant began to glow with an ethereal light.
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As the arrow of wind magic approached, the pendant released its seal, unleashing a surge of magical energy.
The magical energy surged through Oasis's body, enveloping him in a brilliant blue aura.
In that moment of crisis, Oasis's latent magical abilities awakened, triggered by the imminent danger he faced.
The magic flowed through him like a raging river, untamed and raw, seeking to protect him from harm.
The unleashed magic created a powerful shockwave that sent the boys flying backward, their bodies crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.
Oasis, caught in the midst of the magical surge, was swept away by the force of the energy, tumbling into the Silverwater River.
The river's currents churned and roiled as Oasis was carried downstream, unconscious and at the mercy of the rushing waters.
Along the riverbank where he had been training, the surrounding trees were uprooted and scattered by the force of the magical explosion, bearing witness to the extraordinary event that had just occurred.
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Meanwhile, the guards patrolling the area felt the sudden surge of magic and rushed to investigate the source.
They arrived to find the three boys lying unconscious on the ground, their bodies bruised and battered.
But there was no sign of Oasis, as if he had vanished into thin air.
"Did these boys awaken a mystic beast?" one guard wondered aloud, his gaze drawn to the devastation caused by the magical explosion.
"They're lucky to be alive," another guard remarked, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Let's get them back to town and have them treated," he suggested, gesturing to his companions to help carry the injured boys.
As twilight descended upon the Silverwater River, the fishermen plying their trade along its banks near Riverbend Hamlet caught sight of a figure drifting downstream.
Rushing to investigate, they found Oasis, unconscious but still faintly breathing, his body radiating with a faint blue aura of residual magic.
Quickly recognizing the significance of their discovery, the fishermen wasted no time in transporting Oasis to the nearby herbalist in Riverbend.
The herbalist, renowned for his healing skills, was known as Sir Elias Hawthorne, a mysterious figure with a reputation for harboring secrets of the past.
As they carried the unconscious boy to Sir Elias's abode, the fishermen whispered amongst themselves, their voices tinged with a mixture of awe and apprehension.
Sir Elias was a man of great power and influence, rumored to possess knowledge of ancient magic and forgotten lore.
Entering Sir Elias's dimly lit dwelling, the fishermen laid Oasis upon a sturdy wooden table, his form illuminated by the flickering light of oil lamps.
The air was heavy with the scent of herbs and incense, lending an otherworldly atmosphere to the surroundings.
Sir Elias emerged from the shadows, his figure imposing yet shrouded in mystery.
His piercing gaze fell upon Oasis, a flicker of recognition crossing his features. For Sir Elias was no stranger to the boy lying before him.
In fact, he was the one who had found Oasis as a newborn on that fateful night seven years ago, amidst the chaos and tragedy that had befallen the cursed Artificers Guild.
With a sense of foreboding hanging in the air, Sir Elias approached Oasis's unconscious form, his hands moving with practiced precision as he began to assess the boy's condition.
As he worked, a myriad of thoughts raced through his mind, memories of that night flashing before his eyes like fragments of a long-forgotten dream.
The events of that night had remained etched in Sir Elias's memory, a haunting reminder of the darkness that lurked within the realm.
And now, as he stood in the presence of Oasis once more, he couldn't shake the feeling that their paths were destined to intertwine once again in ways they could scarcely imagine.
Checking Oasis's pulse, Sir Elias mused to himself, "What potent and pure magic." With a wave of his hand,
he melted one of the pills into liquid using his magic, then gently administered it to Oasis.
"This will help remove the chill from the water and keep him warm," he explained silently to himself.
"I know the boy. You may take your leave; he will be fine," he assured the fishermen.
Before their departure, he bestowed upon them several herbs and pills as tokens of gratitude for saving Oasis.
As they departed, the fishermen remarked among themselves,
"Sir Elias is generous. Look at the quality of these pills. Who is that kid?" They conversed until one remarked,
"Rumors have it that he has a child in Mossy Hollow." Another chided, "Stop listening to rumors, idiot!" and playfully tapped him on the back of the head.
And so, as the night deepened and the stars cast their gentle glow upon the world.
Oasis lay unconscious upon Sir Elias's table snoaring and peaceful, his fate entwined with the threads of destiny that bound him to a future filled with both peril and promise.
And in the heart of Mossy Hollow, a whisper of anticipation echoed through the air, heralding the beginning of a journey that would change the course of history forever.
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Chapter 531: Is this amusement to you?
Then the cyan flames intensified even further—far more violently than before.They leaked through the runes being formed, not as gentle wisps but as pressurized torrents of cyan fire,slipping between symbols as though the magic itself could no longer be contained.One magic circle manifested… then another… and another—each forming with a thunderous resonance that rippled through the air.Under the blazing sun above, the entire Grand Sanctuary was bathed in cyan light within mere seconds.The stone floors in general stands, the towering stands, the layered barriers—everything reflected that unearthly glow, as if the world itself had been painted in cyan fire.Then four magic circles finally formed.Then—The four magic circles enlarged massively, growing far larger than Oasis’ own body, rotating in perfect synchronization.Their rotation produced a low, grinding sound—deep, heavy, and oppressive—a sound audible to every ear present, vibrating through bones and hearts alike.Even those
Chapter 530: Elemental Brilliance.
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Chapter 529: Delvan Dica.
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Chapter 528: Within the FrostSpring Mountains.
As everyone remained locked in awe and shock, the Grand Sanctuary of Greatness continued to tremble, its ancient foundations humming under the weight of Lukan’s erupting magical energy.The air itself vibrated.Cold crept across stone and skin alike, slipping beneath robes and armor, biting deep into bone.Even with the barrier holding firm, the pressure leaking from the battlefield was enough to make hearts pound unevenly and breaths come shallow.Within the general stands..At the very top of the general stands, perched precariously on the shoulders of an old man, a child no older than seven watched the battlefield with eyes wide open.Not in fear.But in wonder.The boy’s small hands clutched the old man’s head for balance, his fingers trembling—not from the cold, but from excitement.His pupils reflected everything below: the towering azure mana, the divine polar silhouette looming behind Lukan, the frozen mist rolling across the arena like living breath.“Wow, Grandpa!” the child
Chapter 527: Abyss Ursa Polar.
“Let’s show this kid the true might of Water Magic,” Lukan said calmly as his eyes slowly closed.The battlefield seemed to fade from him.Within Lukan’s Conscious RealmDarkness dissolved into vastness.An endless ocean stretched in every direction—black-blue, ancient, and silent.The surface was unnaturally still, like a sleeping abyss holding immeasurable depth beneath it.Above, the sky was frozen in twilight, neither day nor night.At the heart of this boundless sea, a colossal slab of ice floated, unmelting, radiant with pale blue runes etched deep into its surface.And upon it—A monstrous presence lay dormant.The White Abyss Ursa.Its body was enormous, covered in pristine white fur that shimmered like frost under moonlight.Each breath it took caused the ocean itself to tremble, waves rippling outward endlessly.Ancient scars traced its massive frame, and icy mist escaped its nostrils with every slow exhale.Then—Its eyes opened.Two abyssal-blue pupils ignited like frozen
Chapter 526: The Calligraphy of Annihilation.
Then the spiraling emerald and cyan began to compress, as if drawn inward by an unseen will.The violent duality vanished.What remained was one pure, ethereal cyan aura—calm, luminous, and alive—slowly wrapping itself around Oasis like a living veil.It hummed softly, not loudly, but with a deep resonance that vibrated through bone and soul alike.The sound was subtle, almost soothing, yet it carried a weight that made the air feel thicker with every passing breath.Around Oasis’s left hand, cyan runes began to appear.They did not flare violently.They danced.Each rune traced itself into existence like flowing calligraphy written by the wind itself—curved, ancient symbols glowing with a cold yet majestic brilliance.As they spun, the space around his hand distorted faintly, as though reality itself was bending to accommodate something sacred.Then—The Grimoire of Runes began to manifest.Aetherion Veil took form.There was no cover.No spine.No physical binding.Instead, ethereal
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