Small bubbles of blood floating around Andrey as the black aura kept them mid-air. His flesh about to be split open as his eyes closed - lifeless.
Such is the sight nobody but the bird Dea could see. It took long, almost too long for the sorceresses to open a portal for Dea'n'ha to go through and appear right before this menace.
Strong wind immediately applied amazing force upon her body, a little more and she would have been blown away. Her years of experience in sorcery gave her a hand and she managed to form an arcane shield in front of her.
"Andrey!" She screamed, but then noticed that his eyes were closed as if he was in deep sleep. She closed her eyes for a second and her lips moved casting a spell. She could see Andrey's body and from his back large black hands gripping his chest open. What is this? she thought as she concentrated on the hands to see what formed to be a mouth. Both hands had mouths! Did this mean they could speak?
This negative energy would kill anyone. What's causing it?!
Dea'n'ha casted a powerful spell and in the moment she took down her shield she launched a white beam from her hands straight into Andrey, engulfing his whole body. After channeling enough of it, a white circle shaped around the boy's body as it battled with the negative energy in a yin-yang shaped symbol.
In that very moment, after the energy was contained within her spell she could hear other desperate cries. She activated her enhanced hearing to try and track where the other source is coming from.
"It would appear something else might be the cause of this." She said as Dea the bird with a small arcane shield around it landed on Dea'n'ha's shoulder and went inside the house.
"I should have thought so!" Dea'n'ha said as she saw the Makiya blades floating in mid air above the chess table. She could hear screams and unrecognizable words coming from them.
The moment she got close to them a huge roar was heard from outside. The white beam that was holding Andrey back had now been destroyed. In this very moment she grabbed the blades and jumped through the window throwing them with all her might straight towards Andrey's chest.
The black hands synchronized with Andrey's hands and quickly grabbed the two swords. The boy then with his chest bleeding fell to the ground, arms holding the blades. His muscles slowly relaxed.
The girl's tattoos made her arms even more beautiful as she cast a healing spell, stopping Andrey's bleeding chest. The moment the bleeding stopped she cast a second spell with her other hand starting to close the room.
The spells applied strong pressure to the boy 's body as it was visibly getting pushed into the ground.
A few minutes after this the boy's chest wounds were closed as if the girl turned back time for them.
After having finished healing the boy she cast a strength enhancing spell and grabbed the sleeping boy and got him inside, placing him on the bed, careful not to hit him anywhere.
She watched him sleep carefully and just sat by him for a while, staring into the wound, into the swords, into his sleeping face, into the necklace. Repeating the cycle over and over.
The necklace was completely black. The skull's eyes were still glowing red. It's as if this magical item had overheated. The eyes reminded exactly of burning in extreme heat coal.
She then saw that cabbage the boy had taken a few bites of. She did the same. Truth is that food was the essential source of spiritual energy. The amount of spiritual energy didn't determine the quality of it. Basically if one had really small amount of spiritual energy he could still use it for big things or for prolonged time periods, if it were quality spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy quality can be achieved by the caster's state of mind. If the caster had great resolve or ambition, he would have stronger and more quality spiritual energy, if the caster doesn't have any ambition or desire his energy would be poor.
And this was something that Andrey had read in one of the books Dea'n'ha had gave him earlier that day. He didn't really understand it through experience. He had to learn to, though.
After stuffing herself with that cabbage, she noticed the fish waiting to be prepared. She quickly cast a few spells burning it, pouring some juice on it and burning it again, then she served it in a plate with a smile.
Now she had to manage to wake the boy up. She rose her hand to the sky with head still looking at the boy's closed eyes. Her tattoos expanded again as her right hand pointing the ceiling started glowing in blue. Then she suddenly hit the boy's chest having all of the blue energy spread out through his body. A small wind current formed inside the room but faded fast.
A few second after she pulled her hand back and waited for results.
The eyes were the easiest way to see if magic was flowing through the body. Her magic was related to the nerves around the eyes, which is why hers always glow and why right now she was standing right next to his face trying to see if there is something traveling beneath those eyelids.
The sky was black. The ground was white. It wasn't pure wasteland. It was something else.
Andrey could see only through his earsight. This was his default sight right now. He was roaming around with only random noises coming from all over, but nothing was really moving. There were streams and currents of spiritual energy in the air and that is what navigated him to move in certain directions. Trying to follow them, but to no avail.
"Why did you leave me?!" a demonic voice cried desperately from behind the boy.
Andrey got frightened and quickly turned around, but there was nobody to see.
The echo of those words still repeating as if in a cave.
Andrey looked at the sky, but there was no sun, no moon.
"Why did you abandon me?!" the demonic voice yelled right next to Andrey's ear.
Andrey could see the black hand who was yelling to him. It was the same hands that Dea'n'ha had seen coming out of his body. But he had never known these existed. He had never seen these hands.
"What are you?!" Andrey yelled back as he felt something tickling him on his back. He reached out his arm to see what was there and touched the black arm coming out his spine.
Looking at his hand with shock he realized that there's another arm on his right and that they are coming out of his body. He couldn't control them, but they were part of him. Now he also felt them. Like his own hands, but he just couldn't really control them.
"Why did you leave me?!" both hands asked in same voice. The boy just looked at the left and then at the right, as if they were expecting a reply. They started asking the same questions repetitively without a break between them. Slowly both arms were getting closer and closer to his face until they were right next to his ears. They both stopped.
Silence filled this empty world.
He realized that they froze for some reason. Andrey looked forward and noticed what seemed to be a white beam. He started running towards it as he figured it would probably be his "light in the tunnel".
The distance was getting shorter, but the light started to shrink more and more. It was getting swallowed by the darkness.
The moment it disappeared both hands suddenly whispered in his ears "Why did you leave me?", "Why did you abandon me?" and after having repeated this for a minute Andrey screamed out "SHUT UP!".
Silence filled the empty world.
Only the echo of Andrey's voice roamed in the distance looking for an ear to fill.
"So it was you!" the demonic voice began repeating and both hands grabbed Andrey by the throat starting to choke him. He tried to use his arms to remove those demons from him, but it was impossible. They were too strong.
A few moments before losing consciousness he saw black lines traveling towards him in huge speed, contrasting with the white ground. They were coming straight at him. He thought of grabbing them and trying to fight his way out using them, but to his surprise at the same time as him his arms worked in complete synchronization with the black arms choking him - and caught the blades simultaneously.
He then breathed in, but would not let go of those black lines he was holding on to. After recovering he looked at what he was finally holding - the Makiya Blades.
Then the black sky started burning in white unifying the ground and the sky.
Andrey opened his eyes as Dea'n'ha's face was gazing into him less than a few centimeters distance. He could feel her cold breath had been chilling his lips for a while and his nose had turned red. He felt cold, but very warm-cold. It was hard to explain. He couldn't.
She smiled and pulled back from him satisfied that he was saved.
"Welcome back, Andrey." she said in her melodic and gentle voice. "Twice for a day, good job." she joked.
Blushing red from what had just happened he didn't say anything, but just looked at her beautiful face and let her voice be the thing which filled his mind.
"Are you te-te-asing me?" he asked uncomfortably.
"What?" she replied in lack of understanding.
"You were so close to me..." he said without even thinking about how it had come to this.
"I was looking at your eyes if my magic was traveling into you." she replied in a completely calm voice. She realized what he meant, but she decided it's best if she just explained the situation.
"It was that evil energy again?" He asked rising up from his bed.
"It was something more than that this time. I think it's time you ate some to recover some energy. After that we will talk about spiritual energy and control."
"Ah, okay. My chest really hurts. What's happened?"
"I will just let you experience this on your own." she said as she had her tattoos expand and touch him. She channeled the whole event from her eye's perspective.
Andrey was left in shock from what he saw. His jaw opened. He realized the threat he was. What could have happened if those hands had taken over him? Would they have lived on after ripping through his body? Was he just a prison to some being?
The he realized what he lived through, what he saw in that alternative universe where he grabbed the Makiya blades.
"The blades! The blades are those hand's weapons, they caught the blades with me!" he started yelling as he rose on his feet. He suddenly stopped talking and in fear he silently said
"I..."
"I'm a..."
"Monster."
"Calm down. You're not a monster." Dea'n'ha replied, trying to start explaining. "Do you know what could have happened if this black creature were set free?!" Andrey, still in shock, spilled out his worries. "I have another bet on this. Sit down and let us think this through." she said with her calming voice, which as if was a spell to Andrey's mind. "Okay, you are right. Let me try to listen." he said as he realized the blades were in his hands. He tried letting them go, but he couldn't. His hands were so stiff that he just couldn't release the blades. "You saw that I could hear the blades speak too, right?" she began explaining her idea as Andrey nodded to confirm he was following her. "I think that the blades and that being inside you are connected. It is no wonder that you are attached to the blades, that you can NOT be hurt by the blades and at the same time those hands and the blades seemed to talk to each other. They were craving for each other. They NEEDED each other." De
It's been a few days of training and studying the arts of manipulating mana. Andrey received basic lessons from Dea'n'ha in spiritual energy control. What was most important is that the boy now could tell the clock. The spell for the biological clock wasn't really something hard. It was a great start to learning magic because it really didn't require much energy and was beginner-friendly as it allowed the caster to fail many times without tiring out. The young mage didn't really fail much. The hardest part for him was to learn how to expose the energy and get it to flow out of him. What was harder was manipulating it outside his body. He defined it as "It's the same as blowing air into the wind and expecting you will manipulate its direction afterward". There was a big relief, though. Dea'n'ha told him that in time he will learn to feel mana in the air. First, he will, of course, feel his own, and then sense others. She then shared that the Eyesight trick would give him a vision of
Ah, missed it this time. Andrey spoke as he realized he failed to see the beautiful sight in the King's Hall, as it happened at 12:00 exactly. Andrey thought having a clock is really amazing. He really enjoyed being organized and all his life he has always tried to be early or at least on time.Well, the king didn't really tell him at what time he should arrive so he wasn't really late.Passing by those great statues of war Andrey gazed upon them again. Spending a few moments looking at one of them he realized that there aren't any statues of mages around. Why? It was really weird as mages were obviously really amazing! Such power and potential! Does this mean they never went to war?The royal guards moved aside their weapons and invited the young man inside. The great doors opened up and the glorious throne was as if bigger than the whole room. The King's Hall was so beautifully made and the engineer behind it was more than just a genius. The king with a crossed leg and a glass of
Meeting Polkas Reven in the early morning was important. The road to Ribas wasn’t really that unsafe as there were many people traveling. It was the second-closest village to the capital, after all. The road to the village goes near a forest and the forest means wild-life. The dangers of nature should always be kept in one’s mind unless you want to be pray to an innocent hungry predator. Andrey prepared for the road with a bag of supplies he bought from the marketplace. He had a few books and the map he got the previous day from the accessories shop. Now the only problem the young man had was that he had no idea where The Grand Shrine of Philius was located at. Due to all the excitement for his new gear or as he joked about it “super-hero costume” or simply called it “clothes”, he completely had forgotten to ask how to get to the desired location.He went out at 05:00 and started walking towards The Market-Plaza to ask about the location of the shrine. His unusual look attracted ma
The businessman with huge hope muttered to the guards.“There was a black-dressed boy, he -” as the guards intercepted him “Silence!”The guards were heavily armored and prepared to fight. The one who seemed to be the leader of this patrol walked towards the girl. While taking a few heavy steps towards the pray, he took a second to notice the businessman full of jewelry and expensive clothes.“Th… the… the man with the robe tried to rape me!” she said in tears.Andrey hiding underneath could hear this. Smart girl! He thought as he smiled slightly.“What!? I would never! I came to get my money from her!” the businessman said and continued “there was a boy who came here and beat us down…”, but the noble guard fell to his knees and looked at the wounds the girl had received and the fact her dress was slightly torn was enough evidence. “Shut up!” the guard yelled and made a few signs with his hands. The other two representatives of the law and order understood the order and quickly restra
The man standing in front of the shrine was really old. He wasn’t expensively dressed as Andrey expected. His face was covered in wrinkles. He was about a meter and sixty in height and a-top-of-that he was hunched over, making him look even shorter. The giant mole on his forehead made it hard to keep eye contact. He deeply reminded Andrey of the monks on Earth. Orange kimono and orange sandals. He had only one accessory and it was some small wooden form tied to a simple rope on his neck.“I am really sorry for being late!” Andrey quickly apologized in a rush. “It’s okay, young one.” the merchant replied with a high pitched voice. Andrey felt some familiar tone to his voice. It genuinely reminded him of the Father at the church he grew. Of course, they looked nothing alike, but this old dried out from talking voice was truly something you remember easily. “Polkas Reven, right?” Andrey asked just to confirm. He was certain that this was the person, but still, he was known to trade wit
“And what would the name of this little black-good-for-obvious-nothing pretending to be high-and-mighty sent by the great King Goodlie to do what he’s best at-nothing?” Galera continued to try to insult Andrey.“Now, now… well... whatever.” the old geezer tried to stop them from fighting, but in the end just gave up.One of the shady figures behind there stood a bit to the side. Andrey didn’t manage to focus on each individual enough, therefore he failed to notice that it appeared to be a woman. Not any woman, actually. “Andrey Makiya. From Earth.” the boy replied to his challenger.“Earth?” a visible confusion was on everyone’s face. One of the voices chuckled, it was exactly the woman. Only then did Andrey notice there was a female amongst them. “Dea’n’ha, may I know what’s so funny?” Galera turned to the female.“Galera, you shouldn’t mess with the boy. Don’t get us all in trouble!” she warned and walked towards Andrey lowering her hoodie. She stood by him and caught him by the ha
“What is this? Oh, it’s the ground.”“Wait… no”“I’m stepping on the sky?”“Wait, wait… no.” Andrey spoke silently.“This is… I know this place.”As Andrey realized where he was a large twenty five-floor building just crashed into the ground right in front of him. The huge noise as if an explosion was deafening.Andrey floated back from the building as the dust suddenly disappeared and he could see this empty building which now looked like a complete mess.A few seconds later complete silence filled the space. Andrey finally realized this is the world he had fallen in when he was away from the Makiya blades.“Did I possibly lose the blades along the road? Did I drop them ?! Seriously?!” he angered, quickly trying to touch his back with his hands to see if the black arms were there. But they weren’t.Calmness was expressed with a deep sigh. Andrey looked around in question. Why did this building just crash in front of him?Why is he actually floating mid-air?Suddenly after realizing
“Immortal douche, my ass.” Amryr’s voice sounded behind the cracking noise.Andrey could see only darkness after the shattered mirror-like world of Golehanei’s game, his young student being his light in the confusing, lightless tunnel.Inhaling deeply, Andrey opened his eyes. The sight of the ancient being rotting right in front of him was the answer to the many questions that had just arisen. A black-and-white splash of energy cracked open the shell just seconds after Lord Red Eye’s awakening.“Amryr…” Andrey whispered.The loyal follower’s contrasting mana widened, making a splash, completely opening half of the shell.“Well, what can I say? The shell grew a lot from the moment that Golehanei noticed we had an ace up our sleeve.” Onyx smiled.Andrey’s eyes wandered from person to person, landing lastly on Dea’n’ha.“I see. Your eye technique. But… what happened?” Just as he spoke, a strange tingle in his right palm pulled his gaze. “The Abyssal Crack Magic… It resonated…” As he obs
Oh, great! If I get his characters killed before mine die, then I’ll be the obvious winner, won’t I? Does this mean that I won’t die even if my Main Character dies? If I win first, then the game is over, right? The Thief Class struggled as his neck cracked multiple times due to the twist he did on his own. The opposing Knight Class screamed in an angry tone, “This is a living abomination! Die!” Seeing how The Thief Class’ body wouldn’t let go of the mighty sword, punches started raining on his face. The armored gloves dealt a lot of damage to the poor Thief Class, but it didn’t really matter. He had no mind left to notify him of the pain. All he had was one thing - desire to kill.
“Let me see how you fare now. This one can’t be decided on sheer luck, descendant. May the fun and games… continue…” The ancient spoke, as a voice coming from nobody knows where announced, “Round Two.” A dialogue box appeared before Andrey. Yeah, like hell, this one’s gonna take you down even the better. “Round Two. For this round you may pick only two cards. Mage Thief Knight UNAVAILABLE CARDS: Demon Maiden”
// Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey//// Letters in ITALIC BOLD are Andrey’s telepathy towards his Main Character/other characters//All of a sudden, The Maiden Class card recovered her senses and took another surprising action.“Oh, my dear! I was sure that you would look after us! I knew you had not forgotten us! All we had to do was believe in you and you would show mercy on our poor souls. The precious and gentle touch of the palm of your hand is called ‘Mercy’ and we experienced it to its finest momentum! May my prayer and wordings of the utmost-fine gratitude reach thee! An offering I will make as soo
“The game… begins, challengers.” The start was announced by a mysterious voice and all of a sudden Andrey could see through the eyes of his main character. Interesting. Somehow I am seeing both what she sees and what I see as well. How does the human brain even manage to endure the simultaneous cognition stress? // Letters in BOLD are the main character’s telepathy to Andrey// My Master, what shall I do now? A most seducing and alluring voice resounded within Andrey’s mind. Oh! Is she actually capable of reasonable communication? Impressive. // Letters
Conjured by nothingness in the air, five cards appeared, twice the size of a human. The terrain reshaped and all of a sudden, it appeared that Andrey was standing in a theater. Looking around, he could see many empty seats, but more importantly, the scene was incredibly vast. The things that were easily seen were a well in the middle, a tower next to it, a few chairs along with a wooden table. They seemed rather medieval and old, but that seemed to be the idea behind the whole game. Playing a medieval role in a theatrical scenery. “We already started!? How about you tell me what the game is about first, eh!?” Andrey shouted, his eyebrows narrowed due to his annoyance. Golehanei’s voice replied to him with a cold tone. “Be not so rushful, Andrey Makiya… de
Besides the sound of an incoming wind torrent, Andrey appeared like a black thunder, piercing through the clouds, right after jumping off from the conjured black-and-white tower. After restoring his vision past the clouds, he immediately navigated at the ancient human, who was patiently waiting in his cradle. Swinging just slightly. A massive barrage of a hundred walls of rock erupted from the ground, creating a mighty shielding to protect Golehanei from the incoming battle-mage. The rumbling noise in addition with the ancient being’s impatience slowly arising worked as proof that Andrey had been passing through his defense effortlessly. A sword landed right next to the ancient’s throat. Stopped not by Andrey’s will, but instead by the incredibly precise and strong grip of Golehanei’s finger tips.
Andrey put on a little smile in an attempt to mock the man, who claimed to be greater than them. “Does the superior being deal with conflicts with force or with wisdom? Time we found out, I say.” He expected his taunting words to provoke the being, and at least see an eyebrow get narrowed, but instead Golehanei spoke calmly. “Young Andrey Makiya, when wisdom finds its end, the forces of power take over. Such would seem to be the case, descendant.” A fist coming straight at Andrey’s face was immediately countered as the red-eyed battle-mage deflected the incoming knuckles by punching his opponent’s arm in the triceps with an upper-cut. Although unexpected, suddenly Golehanei forced his arm downwards, overpowering the fist, in an attempt to strike Andrey’s head, as if to slash it with a blade.
“Dea’n’ha!” Andrey startled at the sorceress. “Y-yes!” She replied in a frail voice. “Can you communicate with this golden-dressed freak!?” Dea’n’ha lowered her head and spoke. “I can only convert information with my Abyssal Crack magic… I can’t really drain the language abilities out of it. It’s like attaining something from the void.” “Tsk.” Andrey clicked his tongue and looked at the buffed, half-naked man, who had only black pants, golden belt, and a golden collar that went all the way from his neck to covering half his back and chest. The ancient human had a golden ring on his left pointing finger, and dark brown leather bracelets with gold imbued in them on both his wrists.