All of Dallions personal echoes were waiting for him in his realm. Two of themGen and Julyhad blotches of concern within their bodies. Ariel, in contrast, had nothing but determination and even slight annoyance. Having the highest echo of all, he was of the opinion that Dallion should constantly keep on persisting until he gained the skills to move on.
Weve been urging you for years and a chat with pan gets you to finally do it? Ariel crossed his arms. Seems they were right that magic limits people.
Dallion wasnt in the mood to argue, but even he was thinking about it. His current standing within the Academy had given him access to many of their resources, including their librariesnot the Learning Hall sections that all the novices got to see, not even the hidden sections within them. Dallion was allowed access to the archmage depository. Reserved exclusively for archmages and their imdiate circle, it contained all controversial writings and historical descriptions that werent flattering to the empire or even the Order of the Seven Moons. More importantly, though, it contained the greatest known collection of old age scrolls. As the most junior mber of the Shimring Circle, Dallion had extrely limited access, but even so, he had glimpsed a thing or two regarding the empathy and magic traits. The general consensus among scholars, past and present, was that both traits could be regarded as polar opposites. Empathy relied on othersor the use of others, according to the more cynical scholarswhile magic regarded them as noise that had to be ignored. Was that what Dallion had turned into? It was difficult to say. He valued Harp and even Vihrogons opinions, but it was undeniable that Pan had effectively made the decision for him.
Magic is just a tool, Dallion said. He had tried to teach his echoes spellcasting, but without the actual trait that did them little good. We all agree that having a mage echo would be useful.
We already have mages here. Nothing will
Do your best, Gen interrupted. Just dont push yourself too much.
Beside him, July nodded. Only Ariel looked away, arms still crossed. The white-haired echo had always been sothing of a loner, but he cared as much about the realm as anyone else.
Dont worry. Dallion cast a spell, causing him to rise up in the air. I no longer do that, he lied.
It still felt slightly weird flying through the use of magic rather than with Lux. It was more cumberso and less efficientnot to ntion that it made Dallions firebird sadbut was a good way to get so free practice. After all, Dallion didnt have the ans to call Lux in the real world.
Three doors remained within the realm, each leading to a trial more difficult than Dallion could handle. It didnt matter which he chose, so he went to the nearest, located midway up the mountain. A small Roman-style structure was erected there with 1 of 3 carved on the capstone just above the double stone door.
At least use the proper nurals, Dallion said beneath his breath. Gen had always had a particular sense of humor. Lately it had been showing more and more in the realm modifications hed made.
Youre in the halls of destiny.
Defeat your hidden fears and shape your future!
The familiar blue rectangle erged at the start of the tone tunnel.
Dallion gave it a long look, then walked right through it. As he did, the rectangle shattered to glowing dust, then faded away.
Still levitating an inch from the ground, he summoned his harpsisword, armadil shield, and Nox dagger. Until he knew more about the trial, these would do.
The tunnel continued for another hundred feet, then took a turn to the left. Even before crossing it, Dallion could sense the aroma of fresh plants and flowers, as if he were in a adow at the start of spring. Surely enough, fifty feet after the turn, he was there.
The room presented to him had the appearance of a wide valley surrounded by mountains with snow-covered peaks. Large adows were in every direction, abundant with fragrant flowers and the occasional cluster of trees. That was not all, though. Dallions magic vision let him see buildings as well. Created entirely of solid purple neon, a five-story tower glowed a few miles away. It was a close copy of the Leaning Tower of Pizza back on Earth only straight and not as high.
Just great. Dallion cast a protective bubble around him. This was why he wasnt inclined to persist with his trials. He was going to fight mages again. Happy, shield? Dallion asked, while slowly floated in the direction of the tower.
There was a ti when youd ask that. A familiar voice sounded in his head.
A figure erged from the bottom floor of the tower. It was dressed in a glowing purple robe, complete with all symbols of the Academy. The face belonged to Nil, however.
Keeping a calm exterior, Dallion flew forward, stopping fifty feet from the tower. This distance was more than enough for them to see and hear each other. Anything closer was risky when it ca to spellcasting.
Ceremonial archmage outfit? Nil asked, admiring his clothes. Im quite flattered you have such a high opinion of , dear boy. The way youve been hunting down, Id have thought I'd be wearing rags, like a proper fugitive scoundrel.
I should have guessed it would be you, Dallion cast a spell on the armadil shield. The item moved off his left arm, floating nearby just within the confines of the protective sphere.
Well, I have beco your greatest fear, havent I? The old echo didnt seem particularly worried, not bothering to cast a single spell.
One of them.
The most imdiate one, it seems. To be honest, Im surprised. Id have thought that the Azuge Federation would be higher on the list. If youd focused as much on them as on , you might have won this war.
Ha.
Well, alright. I was just being nice. Still, given the role of the new mage legion, Id have fought theyd do a lot more. But I guess it takes ti to teach a pampered sod to fight. Being a mage was always associated with comfort. Sure, so were more comfortable than others, but mages never fell so low as to actually fight. Not in person, anyway.
While Nil was talking, Dallion considered attack strategies. In his mind, the forr archmage had the ability to cast any sort of spell. The only thing he wasnt good at was combat splitting. That was one of the things Dallion had confird after all the ti at the Academy: with the exception of magic, mages were hilariously bad at anything else.
Going for the brute force approach, I see? Nil let out a slight sigh. I would have thought youd opt for sothing a bit more sophisticated.
Anything that gives an advantage. Youre the one who said that.
I guess thats true. The echo paused. Well, what are you waiting for? Youre not considering you could reason with , are you? Not after everything thats happened.
Maybe Ill just ask Harp to finish you off. You know she can do that.
True or not, you believe it, so Im stuck with it. Unfortunately for you, guardians cannot complete trials for their owners. Not when youre Moon-cursed in any event.
Dallion burst into a hundred instances. All of them surrounded Nil, maintaining their distance, then cast every combat spell Dallion was capable of making. Rays of energy, aether projectiles, and even reality distorting spells poured upon Nil from everywhere.
Normally, a mage would react by casting protective barriers, going on the offensive, or simply evading the incoming attacks. Nil didnt do either. He simply remained where he was, patiently waiting for the spells to pass through.
Not backing down, Dallion went on for a second round, then a third, a fourth. The results were the sa.
Impressive, Nil said, looking at the destruction on the patch of ground surrounding him. Or it would have been if you had executed the spells adequately. Sloppy technique leads to sloppy results. I see youre following the Katka school of spellcasting: fast and sloppy all the way. Keep in mind that such an approach only works until it doesnt.
There was no point in continuing. Dallion let all his extra instances fade away. As they did, the spell effects also vanished.
No counterattack? he asked, pondering his next move.
You know the drill: its not my goal to defeat you, its you who must defeat .
And before that, I must find the proper question of the trial, Dallion added.
See? Youre not completely hopeless after all. Only took you a hundred levels.
Im seventy-seven. Dallion frowned.
With a magic of twenty-three.
Nil snapped his fingers. The sun above the trial area exploded like a large firecracker, bringing for an instant night. That was the magic of legendmagic that a true archmage was capable of.
You know you cant defeat , Nil said. True or false, its in your mind and as long as you believe it, itll hold true.
Dallion wanted to say it wouldnt be the first ti he had defeated soone he perceived to be stronger. In this case, though, he could force himself to say it.
Yes, thats the issue of gaining magic. You might think youre better off by being so close to the big eighty. The truth is, its all the more difficult. Youve learned too much. Thats why youve been so slow hunting .
Ill get faster.
No, you wont. Nil pointed at him. And you want to know why? Because youre still terrified that I might turn out far stronger than you and your pretend battle mages can deal with.
A single Moon erged in the skythe Purple Moon. In its light, the aether tower seed taller than before.
You really want to find , probably more than anything else. Nil smiled. Not because Alien told you, not even because of the war. The thing you want is answers. At the sa ti, youre terrified that I might give them to you.
Thats the trial echo speaking. Dallion dismissed the notion. If that was my fear, you would have attacked by now, showing that I didnt have what it takes to bring you down.
The grass in the fields rustled as both looked at each other, not saying a word. Finally, after a full minute, Nil started clapping.
Quite astute observation, the echo said. Youre right. Thats not your greatest fear right now. Of course, that doesnt an youve solved the trial. Still, the Moons have decided to give you a chance.
Thatll be the day, Dallion thought.
And since you opened the door for exceptions until you complete this trial, youll have no other, Nil continued. No matter which entrance you pick, youll still end up here. In fact, all the doors of your realm are simultaneously connected to this valley.
I guess Gen will be pissed.
Using humor to lighten the mood? No, youre using music to boost yourself. Wonderful thinking.
Nil ended his clapping with one final slam, causing all stars to disappear from the sky.
Theres your trial, he pointed at the tower. Its similar to the vortexes that are about to appear in the real world.
Vortexes? The crimson fury had given them the location and approximate ti of one, though that didnt an there would be more.
Think of them as real-life sphere items, Nil ignored the question. Each floor will grant you access to the next. Like layers of an onion, you must peel through until you get to the heart and absorb it. And just like with onions, there will be a lot of pain and crying.
Dallion looked at the tower again.
Five floors. Does that an I get five magic levels? he asked.
If it were real. Since this is a trial, youll have to settle with one awakening level. Oh, and of course, your magic will decrease as a result.
There was that. The reason still eluded Dallion, but it was all but confird that increasing awakening levels decreased the value of ones magic trait.
Not there, dear boy, Nil said.
What? Dallion looked at the echo, confused.
Youre looking at the entrance. With this type of vortex, you start from above.
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