Chapter 411 93.3 - Duels [3]
Chapter 411 93.3 – Duels [3]
The moment the fight between the two students reached its pinnacle, everyone held their breaths.
After all, they were witnessing the true history unfolding right before their eyes.
Emberheart and Frostborne.
Ice and Fire.
Ice Dragon and Fire Phoneix.
The epic of the fight was so clear that the audience felt like they were in a play written by an author. This wouldn’t make sense otherwise.
Two heirs were parallel, each having their own strengths and own styles. Even those styles represented their family, somehow matching the lore metaphorically.
However, in the end, they were all sure of one thing.
Seraphina won.
Her abilities were superior. The fact that she was able to Dual Cast two complex spells alone showed her talent, and Irina fell short of that.
At least, that was what they had believed.
Until the last second.
The amphitheater buzzed with murmurs of disbelief and awe. The duel between Seraphina Frostborne and Irina Emberheart had left everyone stunned. The fact that Irina had unleashed such explosive magic was mind-blowing, and the intensity of the clash had exceeded all expectations.
“I can’t believe what we just saw,” one spectator whispered, still in shock. “Irina Emberheart’s magic… it was like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
“That explosion! It was like a nuclear blast,” another person added, their voice filled with amazement. “How did she do that?”
“I’ve seen many duels, but this one… it’s on a whole different level,” a seasoned observer remarked, shaking their head in disbelief.
In the audience, Esme, who had been sent by the head of the Emberheart family to observe Irina, narrowed her eyes. The magic Irina had used just now was unlike anything she had ever seen.
‘Miss….Just what were you doing all this time?’
Esme thought, trying to analyze the intricacies of the spell. That spell was unfamiliar to her, who had already integrated herself into the family.
The fact that she was unable to analyze it meant the spell was developed by Irina alone. But, it was complex and hard to see through.
‘You are changing so rapidly…..But, this change….Will Matriarch be happy with that?’
She couldn’t help but think to herself since she could easily envision the past where Irina was scolded after doing such acts.
“That magic was complex, wasn’t it?”
At that exact moment, she heard a voice right beside her. “Isn’t that right, Miss Esme? Or should I say, the Sister of Fire Emblem?”
Esme turned to see a blonde-haired woman with a stern but somehow familiar face. It was Eleanor, a renowned figure known for her prowess.
Esme’s expression remained composed as she replied, “It’s nice to hear that I am known by the ‘Invoker.’ I’m flattered.” Her words were polite, but her eyes did not smile at all.
Eleanor shrugged her shoulders. “Was it not a splendid display?” she asked. “Were you able to see what happened in there?”
Esme shook her head, still trying to piece together the details of the complex spell. “Please, do enlighten me, Miss Invoker.”
Eleanor smiled, her eyes twinkling with intrigue. “What you witnessed was no ordinary spell. Irina’s ‘Nuclear’ was a fusion of different elements, a definitely unique combination.” Eleanor explained, looking at the scene.
“….”
Esme waited for her to continue, but Eleanor had already entered her teaching mode. Seeing that she had no intention of speaking, Esme finally realized what she needed to do.
“What elements?” She asked, like a student listening to her teacher.
Eleanor raised her hand, her three fingers pointing up. “The spell had three fundamental elements that composed most of it. The first one is, of course, utilizing fire psions and manipulating them. This was the core of the explosion.”
Esme nodded, understanding that much. “And the second?”
“The second was immense mana control,” Eleanor continued, her voice steady. “Irina precisely controlled the mana to create the magic circuit. The circuit had to be perfect to channel the energy into such a powerful explosion without it backfiring.”
Eleanor stopped, her eyes glinting with anticipation. Esme, recognizing the cue, asked, “And the third one?”
Eleanor’s smile widened. “The third one is precisely the most important block. Telekinesis.”
Esme’s eyes widened in surprise. “Telekinesis?”
“Yes,” Eleanor confirmed. “Irina used telekinesis to manipulate the flow and pressure of the mana within the magic circuit. This allowed her to maintain control over the immense energy and direct it precisely where she wanted it to go. By using telekinesis, she could stabilize the spell and prevent it from exploding prematurely.”
Esme stopped for a second to imagine what had completely transpired.
Telekinesis to use control mana flow and pressure the mana within the magic circuit?
It was a concept she wasn’t too familiar with, but at the same time, she had heard about this before.
Many psychic mages would do this to cover their lack of mana control. But was there a need for Irina to do such a thing?
“I don’t completely understand. Why did she need to use Telekinesis to control mana precisely? Our Young Miss is talented enough to control mana precisely.”
Eleanor nodded her head with a smile as if she had been expecting this question. She raised her hand and asked Esme, “What differs an Archmage from a normal mage?”
Esme answered simply, as this was a well-known distinction. “The Archmage occupation is the evolution of the Mage occupation. The condition for evolving is to merge one’s consciousness with the will of the world to some extent. Once one does that, they become an Archmage and gain the ability to manipulate psions at the particle level.”
As Esme answered this question, she suddenly widened her eyes. “That spell that Miss had used… it was only possible if the user was an Archmage.” She realized this since the spell used energies at the atomic level. And then she answered her own question. “She used telekinesis to manipulate the mana like an Archmage on the psionic-particle level.”
Eleanor’s smile deepened a glint of pride in her eyes. “Exactly. Irina might not be an Archmage yet, but she has found a way to mimic their techniques using her unique blend of skills. By using telekinesis, she compensates for the finer control that only an Archmage would normally have, allowing her to execute incredibly complex and powerful spells.”
It didn’t make sense. How could it?
The fact that there was someone there who could use Telekinesis in such a manner that was comparable to an Archmage’s mana control….
It was not logical at all.
The reason?
To achieve such fine control of Telekinesis, one needed to spend at least a hundred, maybe more years.
And they also needed talent.
Then, why did this not make sense?
One could already become an Archmage if they could train for such a long time while also having such a talent. Thus, it was practically impossible and meaningless.
But Irina achieved such a feat.
Esme took a deep breath, her mind racing with the implications. “This means…..”
‘Something happened….Something that we don’t know.’
This was not normal, yet Esme didn’t know. If she had reached such a conclusion, it would have been evident that the matriarch could have done the same.
Since she was an Archmage herself.
“Yes,” Eleanor confirmed, misunderstanding Esme’s mumbling. “Irina is pushing the boundaries of what’s possible with her magic. She’s not just relying on her natural talent; she’s innovating and finding ways to transcend the limitations of her current abilities. This is the mark of a true prodigy.”
The audience’s discussions continued, filled with awe and respect for the duel they had just witnessed.
The names Frostborne and Emberheart would echo in their minds for a long time, a testament to the incredible display of power and skill they had just seen.
Suddenly, Eleanor, who had been explaining everything with a smile, narrowed her eyes, sensing something amiss. Her eyes widened for a split second as she felt a disturbance in the mana around them.
‘No!’
She didn’t have much time to react.
“Everyone, get down!” she shouted, but it was too late.
The world went white.
–BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Countless explosions erupted all across the arena and the seats. The shockwaves from the blasts sent debris flying in all directions, and the sound was deafening. Screams filled the air as people were thrown from their seats, the once peaceful and awe-filled atmosphere now a chaotic nightmare.
Eleanor instinctively threw up a barrier of pure mana, shielding the people around her from the immediate blast. The force of the explosion slammed against her barrier, but she held firm, her eyes scanning the arena.
There were countless other barriers that had already been formed. The professors of the academy, who had been watching the fight unfold, quickly reacted, forming protective barriers to shield as many civilians as possible. They strained to maintain these defenses amidst the chaos.
Amidst the chaos, inside some of the barriers, an ominous energy began to ooze out. Coupled with the sounds of roars and howling, the atmosphere grew even more terrifying. In an instant, some of the civilians began to change, their eyes turning a menacing red.
Corrupted by the dark energy, they lost themselves and instantly attacked the people surrounding them, becoming feral and violent.
Eleanor cursed to herself, activating her communication device.
‘Damn it, we expected this to happen during Victor Blackthorn’s duel. They’ve caught us off guard.’
However, even if this was the case, it wasn’t like the situation was too bad.
She issued orders instantly, her voice steady despite the pandemonium. “Amelia, Callum. It is starting. You know what you need to do.”
Since she was the professor of the academy, she needed to play her own part while the unit she called was going to play the other.
Callum and Amelia, who had been nearby, sprang into action. Callum’s expression hardened as he drew his weapon, ready to face the threat.
Amelia, her eyes fierce, activated her own communication device, rallying the nearby hunters.
“Everyone, we are going to proceed as planned. Form squads and follow the plan. No unnecessary risks,” Amelia ordered, her voice cutting through the noise.
The amphitheater had turned into a battlefield. The professors and hunters fought to protect the innocent, their barriers shimmering against the onslaught of corrupted civilians.
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