Chapter 87
Chapter 87
The act that Ferkuntra had attempted was elemental transmutation.
It was a kind of stunt used to display its powerful strength among the spirits.
The method was simple.
It involved changing one element into another.
Though it sounded simple, it was far from an easy task.
Turning flames into ice.
Ice into lightning.
Lightning into darkness.
A skilled mage would understand how astonishing it was to transform an existing element into another.
Creating a new element was easier than whimsically altering an existing one, which was significantly more challenging.
Moreover, these were elements summoned by a mage.
This meant that it was possible to change a fireball launched by a mage into a spear of ice and send it back.
In other words, it was a proof of powerful ability to directly interfere with the elemental concept included in magic...
Having failed, there was neither proof nor anything else. Yi-Han and Yonaire were seriously whispering about what Ferkuntra had just done.
"It must have been trying to show us lightning."
"Lightning...? Indeed, it was a remarkable bolt, but what does it have to do with summoning a fire element?"
"Maybe it was trying to contrast the power of lightning more? When lightning strikes fire, the flames scatter..."
"Is that so? It doesn't seem very effective though."
"Have you seen? This lightning bolt is the manifestation of my power."
Ferkuntra quickly changed its statement.
After all, it had its pride, unable to admit its failure in front of the young mages.
Upon hearing the spirit's words, Yi-Han and Yonaire nodded.
"So it really was trying to show us lightning."
"But it didnt seem very effective to the conjured fire."
"Shh. A spirit's sensibility might be a bit different."
Ferkuntra gritted its teeth.
The young mages' sincere consideration made the powerful spirit feel even more humiliated.
'Why...?'
Ferkuntra looked at the flickering flames.
Originally, it could have easily controlled and transformed the elements of even more experienced mages than the one before it.
But it couldn't even take away a single flame from this young mage.
'!'
It was then that Ferkuntra realized something was strange about the flame conjured by Yi-Han.
On the outside, it looked like a normal flame, but inside it was a dormant, seething power ready to explode.
It was akin to a dragon's flame, capable of transforming in any way depending on the mage's will.
Ferkuntra felt a chill down its spine for the first time in a while.
Young mages were prone to mistakes and accidents.
Even when casting a simple fire spell, they might raise the heat of the flame to unbearable levels for themselves or fail to maintain the shape of the flame, causing it to explode in all directions.
The reason young mages were relatively safe despite such mistakes and accidents was that they infused less mana into their spells.
With less mana, even if a spell ran amok, it wasn't too dangerous.
However, the young mage before him was different.
What if he lost control and let the flame run wild?
The sealed punishment room would melt away, and the two mages would likely die instantly.
'Why would he do such a reckless thing...'
Cursing inwardly, Ferkuntra soon realized the culprit.
...It was itself.
It had urged the gathering of mana and once again prompted the transformation into a destructive element.
Naturally, the young mage would have gathered as much mana as possible and created a destructive flame, just as the spirit had instructed.
And then Ferkuntra even tried to seize control.
When someone attempts to take control, a mage instinctively clutches it even tighter.
Because of this, it was clear that the amount of mana had unconsciously surged.
'I made a mistake...! I should have considered that there was so much mana!'
Now, Ferkuntra's pride was no longer important. What mattered was somehow calming the young mage and canceling the flame without causing panic.
"You have witnessed the grandeur of my lightning, haven't you?"
"Yes, it was truly impressive. So, could you please clear the way now...?"
Yi-Han's words were only half sincere. The other half was flattery, motivated by a desire to leave quickly.
Ferkuntra wanted to curse but couldn't, as a mass of flame was still blazing before Yi-Han.
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