2024-05-07 19:57:04Meanwhile, in Riverbend Hamlet,
on the banks of the Silverwater River, the tranquil waters flowed gently, reflecting the moon's ethereal glow.
The river's surface rippled with a mesmerizing dance, mirroring the starry sky above and casting a serene ambiance over the hamlet.
Sir Elias Hawthorne stood on the riverbank, his weathered features illuminated by the soft moonlight.
Beside him, Oasis, still reeling from the revelations of his legacy, stood in silent contemplation.
The magical box and its contents lay between them, a silent testament to the mysteries that surrounded them.
The air was thick with anticipation as both Sir Elias and Oasis grappled with the weight of their thoughts.
Seven years' worth of unanswered questions swirled in their minds, mingling with the echoes of Oasis's father's words.
The letter's contents reverberated in the silence, each word carrying the weight of destiny and purpose.
As they stood in quiet reflection, the tranquility of the night was suddenly shattered by a surge of energy that rippled through the air.
The queen's aura, unleashed from the heart of Sylvaneth, reached even the quiet hamlet of Riverbend, its presence palpable in the night air.
Sir Elias's keen senses picked up on the subtle shift in the atmosphere, and he turned to Oasis with a knowing smile.
"Something good must have happened in the capital," he remarked, his voice tinged with anticipation. "Without a doubt, that is Queen Elara's magic."
Oasis, amazed by the power of the queen, felt a surge of determination coursing through him.
"I am going to be stronger than her, and stronger than everyone," he declared with unwavering resolve.
Turning to Sir Elias with a determined expression, Oasis made a request that echoed with the weight of his newfound determination.
"Please, Sir Elias, can you train me?" he asked, his voice filled with conviction.
Sir Elias's smile widened at Oasis's request, a spark of excitement dancing in his eyes.
"I was already planning to do just that," he replied, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.
It was as if a lion had spotted its prey, ready to embark on the thrill of the hunt.
With a steely resolve, Oasis affirmed his commitment to his own growth and development.
"I have to conquer myself before I conquer the realm and my problems," he declared, his words echoing with the weight of his determination.
"First things first," Sir Elias spoke with authority, his voice carrying a soothing resonance.
"Since your magic energy has stabilized, let's completely heal your injuries."
As Sir Elias began the incantation of his healing magic, known as "Sylvan Restoration," the air around them seemed to shimmer with a serene aura.
The healing energy reflected on the surface of the Silverwater River, casting a gentle glow as it enveloped Oasis in its soothing embrace.
Oasis felt a warm sensation wash over him as Sir Elias's magic worked its wonders.
The pain in his chest dissolved into nothingness, replaced by a sense of rejuvenation and vitality.
His wounds healed completely, leaving behind no trace of the injuries that had once plagued him.
With a deep breath, Oasis felt as though he were reborn, his body restored to its peak condition.
After the healing was complete, Sir Elias wasted no time delving into a comprehensive explanation of the various magic natures in the realm.
He began with the kingdom of Avaloria, describing it as the "Kingdom of the Eternal Sun," where powerful fire mages and sand manipulators harnessed the energy of the sun and sand.
"Verdantia," Sir Elias continued, his voice filled with reverence, "is a kingdom deeply connected to nature."
He explained how druids and elementalists in Verdantia harnessed the power of earth and plants to protect their homeland,
utilizing magic that resonated with the lush greenery and natural abundance of the kingdom.
As Sir Elias moved on to describe Frostgard, he spoke of a land shrouded in ice and snow, where its inhabitants were mainly skilled in ice magic and frost-based combat.
The capital city, he explained, was a marvel of icy architecture illuminated by shimmering auroras in the sky.
With each kingdom he described, Sir Elias provided detailed insights into the unique characteristics of their magic and the ways in which it manifested in the inhabitants.
He explained how some individuals were naturally attuned to certain types of magic, while others gravitated towards different forms based on their innate abilities and inclinations.
"Magic is as diverse as the kingdoms themselves," Sir Elias concluded, his voice filled with wisdom.
"Each form of magic is a reflection of the environment and culture of its respective kingdom, and those who wield it do so with a deep understanding of its nuances and complexities."
As Sir Elias spoke, he gestured towards the Silverwater River, a glint of determination shining in his eyes.
"In my prime, I was best in utilizing wind and water magic," he explained. "Allow me to demonstrate."
With a series of fluid movements and incantations, Sir Elias channeled his magic, drawing upon the elements of wind and water with a grace that spoke of years of practice and mastery.
The air around them began to stir, a gentle breeze sweeping through the clearing as the surface of the river rippled in response.
With a focused gaze, Sir Elias extended his hands towards the river, his magic weaving together in a seamless dance of power and control.
A whirlwind formed above the water, swirling with increasing intensity as it gathered moisture from the river below.
In a breathtaking display of skill, Sir Elias performed a high-level double casting, combining his wind and water magic in a dazzling display of elemental mastery.
The whirlwind twisted and expanded, shaping itself into intricate patterns that danced across the surface of the river with mesmerizing grace.
As Oasis watched in awe, Sir Elias's control over the elements was evident in every movement, his magic flowing with effortless precision.
The air crackled with energy as the whirlwind surged with power, a testament to Sir Elias's formidable skills as a mage.
With a final flourish, Sir Elias released his hold on the magic, allowing the whirlwind to dissipate with a soft sigh. The air grew still once more, the surface of the river returning to its calm, reflective state.
"That, young Oasis, is the beauty of wind and water magic," Sir Elias explained, his voice tinged with pride.
"It requires patience, focus, and a deep connection to the elements and a lot cultivation. With practice and dedication, you too can wield the magic of the elements with such mastery."
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 612: The Silent Sovereign and Son.
“Now I think the best way out of this is to seal my mana temporarily,” Oasis thought as he sat in the lotus position upon the woven mat in his chamber.The late afternoon light filtered faintly through the lattice windows, brushing his silhouette in pale gold.“Mmh… it is amazing how Lukan has already managed to wield the technique the way he can.I could tell from how quickly he linked the water mana within him to the mana in the atmosphere.Too bad he chose the wrong target to experiment on. Vesta is really something… and he can be petty at the same time.It seems Venak and Daku truly haven’t figured out who Vesta is.”He exhaled slowly, his breathing steady as a calm tide.“And as for Shiye, he is still focused on his cultivation. He is the only one delaying us from leaving this place.As soon as he comes out, we are leaving without any delay whatsoever.”The chamber was quiet—eerily so.The faint hum of circulating mana vibrated along the wooden beams, a resonance only a keen cult
Chapter 611: The Ember’s Rebuke.
“Let’s see how I fare. As long as I don’t kill the kid—I was given permission, after all,”Lukan thought, his lips curling faintly as he crouched behind the shade of a broad oak within the courtyard.He steadied his breathing.The afternoon air was warm, thick with the scent of trimmed grass and roasted meat drifting from the canopy where Vesta and Delvan sat.Sunlight filtered through the leaves in fractured beams, painting golden patterns across the stone paths.Servants passed in the distance, oblivious. Guards stood at ease, their gazes scanning lazily.“But this doesn’t feel right at all—me, an Enlightened, crouching like this to target a child,” he thought.Lukan slowly raised his hand.His fingers twitched—subtle, precise.A thin current of water mana stirred within his mana system, slipping toward his fingertips like a silent serpent.He extended his perception, attempting to connect his mana with the moisture lingering in the air around Vesta.The humidity beneath the tree ca
Chapter 610: The Diverging Path of the Dragon.
Somewhere in Aetheria — A Few Kilos South of the Meridian King PeaksFar south of the towering Meridian King Peaks, where the world fractured into jagged spires of stone and blade-like ridges, the air thinned into a sharp, crystalline chill.The mountains rose like the broken fangs of some ancient beast, their tips piercing the drifting seas of clouds.Winds screamed through narrow ravines, carrying with them the scent of cold and raw mana that shimmered faintly in the atmosphere.On the very edge of one such peak stood a solitary figure.He did not move.He stood tall and still, as though carved from the mountain itself, gazing over the vast expanse of the world below.Endless forests rolled like dark green oceans beneath him.Rivers shimmered like threads of silver.Far in the distance, plains stretched toward the horizon where earth kissed sky in a haze of pale gold.The wind rushed past him, tugging at his robes and sending his dark hair flowing backward.Yet the ends of that dark
Chapter 609: The Architecture of Deterrence.
Neftor nodded faster than his neck was meant to move.His head bobbed repeatedly, almost violently, as if afraid that a slower motion might be interpreted as hesitation.His face had turned pale, beads of sweat forming along his temples and sliding down past his jaw.The wind brushed against his torn shoulder, and each gust sent sharp jolts of pain radiating through his body.“Yes—yes…” Neftor stuttered, his voice trembling.His knees nearly buckled as another wave of agony surged through him.He clenched his teeth, trying to suppress a cry.The martial aura he had used to seal the wound flickered unevenly, struggling to stabilize the bleeding completely.“I won’t even dare listen—nor look—at anything that has to do with Lunaris,” he continued hurriedly.“Even if I see writings about Lunaris, I will look the other way.”His voice cracked on the last words.“Good,” Zane replied calmly.He did not even spare Neftor another glance.“Let’s go, Elder Yuri.”With that, Zane ascended even fu
Chapter 608: The Traitor’s Mercy.
“This kid is truly remarkable… no wonder I lost to him. If he had wanted me dead, I would have already crossed over alongside the rest of the Evening Reapers.”Yuri hovered a short distance away, the tall grasses of the plain swaying gently around his boots as he watched Zane’s back.The dark azure lightning still crackled faintly in the air, residual arcs snapping and fading like dying embers of a storm.His gaze was steady, analytical.“The spell he just used…” Yuri thought deeply. “He turned the entire area into his weapon.”His eyes scanned the faint distortions in the atmosphere.“He ionized the air within a specific radius—created a domain of his own authority.”A slow breath escaped him.“A zone where he controlled the electrical resistance of every molecule.”Even now, faint traces of altered mana patterns lingered like invisible threads woven into the environment.“And I was within that radius,” Yuri continued inwardly. “Yet I wasn’t touched.”That realization impressed him t
Chapter 607: Silent Tempest's horror.
“Kill them!” Triggered shouted.His blade flashed free from its sheath in a sharp metallic hiss, the steel catching the light as he pointed it straight at Zane and Yuri.In that instant, the formation behind him exploded into motion.The three Awakened cultivators positioned behind Triggered moved first—disciplined and coordinated.Two of them slid sideways in opposite directions, feet skimming just above the grass as they flanked outward, seeking blind angles.The third surged forward directly toward Zane, his boots tearing shallow furrows into the earth beneath him.At the same time, the other Enlightened cultivator at the rear dropped down and launched upward.He shot into the sky like an arrow.His martial aura ignited around him—bright, forceful, flaring crimson-orange—and from midair he extended both hands and unleashed a barrage of aura-reinforced projectiles.Dozens.Thin spears of condensed martial energy screamed downward in a wide arc, covering the battlefield in an overwhe
You may also like
Swordbound Chronicles
Jimmy-Chuuu27.5K viewsSkeletal Dragon Avatar
zad133313.9K viewsWelcome back Transmigrator
MaryahLu19.6K viewsThe Greatest Martial Arts Cultivator
KidOO96.8K viewsROLFE: Heir to the ancient throne
Prisca Ernest98 viewsTransmigrated to the Isekai World with the System
Syafir Yahya 1.8K viewsThe Unexpected General
Arxwen Pshma1.2K viewsReturn Of The Legendary Overlord
Ashdenroth3.4K views