Chapter 534 Even Fight
"So it was that..." I muttered, biting the tip of my nail as I witnessed the new skill on his rune path. That part was definitely my fault, but I couldn't help but be more intrigued. Sure I had influence on giving him the rune path but no way in hell did I have a chance at controlling the outcome of each locked skill.
"[Sheer Tornado Body]."
A sudden and violent surge of power courses through them and their form is immediately engulfed in an ever-whirling tempest of darkness and void. The transformation process becomes an awe-inspiring spectacle of cosmic chaos.
As the vortexes spiral around them, they tear at anything within their reach, be it the ground, the air, or any objects nearby. The winds move with incredible speed, creating an ear-piercing howl as they shred through the surroundings. The sheer force of the tempest makes it impossible for anyone to approach, rendering the transformation a breathtaking and terrifying display of power.
Amidst the chaos of the swirling vortexes, the Voidborne's eyes remain the only visible feature. Their eyes, now glowing with an even more intense violet radiance, pierce through the maelstrom like beacons of cosmic knowledge. These eyes seem to hold the secrets of the universe itself, and their gaze is both alluring and unsettling, drawing the attention of anyone fortunate (or unfortunate) enough to witness the spectacle.
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(Findir POV)
My heart quickened as a chilling wind, as black as the abyss itself, swirled around me. It was intoxicating, a seductive embrace of darkness that sent shivers down my spine. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
As the inky gusts enveloped me, I could feel the very essence of night coursing through my veins. My eyes, deep and bottomless like the void, widened with anticipation, their crimson irises dancing with an otherworldly gleam. A euphoric rush surged through my lithe form, and I couldn't help but smile, my lips curling into an unsettling, yet strangely beautiful, grin that revealed my rows of sharp, glistening teeth.
This dark magic had always been a part of me, but now, it was as if I had become one with the shadows, a living embodiment of the abyss. With each step I took, my movements were graceful and unhurried, as if I were waltzing through a macabre dream.
The black wind swirled around me, whispering ancient secrets and empowering me further as I drew nearer to my destination. I could feel the energy of the abyss coursing through me, filling me with newfound strength and purpose. My smile grew wider as I approached my target, the euphoria within me intensifying, drowning out the fear and doubt that had once plagued my mind.
"[Grand Wind Magic]... Daggers."
The two wind daggers, their curved forms seemingly carved from the very essence of the tempest, pulsed with an eerie luminescence. For only but a moment, I marveled at their ethereal beauty, their surfaces rippling like dark water as the winds within them churned and roared. These blades were not mere weapons; they were an extension of my will and a testament to my mastery over the elements.
With a flick of my wrists, I set the wind daggers into motion. They danced gracefully through the air, their movements fluid and mesmerizing. The dark energy that coursed through them hummed with anticipation, ready to be unleashed upon my adversary.
I could feel the wind's ancient wisdom whispering to me through the daggers. They were more than tools of destruction; they were conduits to the very heart of the storm. As I spun them in intricate patterns, they seemed to sing a song of power, a symphony of elemental might.
The curved blades of wind were versatile, capable of slicing through the thickest of obstacles or striking with precision at a foe's vulnerable points. They left behind shimmering trails of ephemeral mist, marking their path through the air as they cut through the darkness.
As I stood there, poised to confront the demon lord and his formidable mastery of nature magic, I drew in a deep breath, letting the very air around me fill my lungs. It was a breath of resolve, a pledge to harness the primal forces that I had long been attuned to. My obsidian skin shimmered with anticipation as I began to invoke [Grand Wind Magic].
As I called upon this potent arcane discipline, the atmosphere around me shifted dramatically. The once-still underground realm was set into motion, and a low, resonant hum filled the air. It was as if the very winds of the world had been stirred awake.
Winds, dark and swirling like the shadows themselves, whipped through the strands of my obsidian hair, lifting them like ebony banners of power. I could feel the currents of the tempest converging upon me, swirling with an intense energy that was both electrifying and intoxicating.
With a flourish of my outstretched hand, I summoned a vortex of these dark winds, a maelstrom of pure elemental force. The very essence of the storm merged with me, and I felt as though I had become one with the raging tempest. My connection to the wind was absolute, and I wielded its fury as an extension of myself.
The demon lord, realizing the imminent threat I posed, sent forth his vines and roots in a frenzied attempt to ensnare me. Yet, my newfound control over the winds allowed me to move with an unearthly grace. I danced effortlessly between the gnarled appendages, my body becoming an extension of the very storm I had harnessed. Then, the very trees and roots that seemed to be extensions of his will, moving with a sinister grace that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, kicked their speed and power up a notch.
My wind blades slashed through the air, striking with precision, but the demon lord's control over the environment allowed him to deflect or absorb many of my attacks. His forest responded to his commands, shielding him from harm, and launching relentless counterattacks.
Vines snaked toward me, roots shot out like javelins, and towering trees swung their massive limbs in an attempt to crush me. Despite my agility and the power of the winds at my command, the demon lord kept the upper hand, using the terrain to his advantage.
My body was battered and bruised, my energy waning as I struggled to maintain my onslaught. The tempest that once swirled around me began to waver, and my wind blades lost some of their edge. I could feel the relentless assault taking its toll, and a sense of urgency gripped me.
With a resolute focus, I invoked [Wind Fusion], a technique that allowed me to meld my dark magic seamlessly with the raging tempest I had summoned.
At that moment, I became one with the storm surrounding me. My molecules had been weaved with magical air and the atoms making these up were buoyant with gaseous intentions. My very being vibrated with the energy of the winds, and my form blurred as I moved with unparalleled agility. It was as if the very air had become my ally, and I could feel the currents guiding me, granting me an otherworldly swiftness and grace.
The forest's attacks, once formidable and relentless, now seemed feeble and sluggish in comparison. Leaves and branches crashed together in futile attempts to ensnare me, but I effortlessly weaved through the chaos, my movements a mesmerizing dance of evasion. The dark gusts that surrounded me swirled with greater intensity, creating a protective barrier that deflected the demon lord's assaults.nOve/lb(In
I moved like a phantom through the twisted maze of trees, my wind-infused blades flashing with each strike. The demon lord's vines and roots recoiled as I sliced through them with precision, my attacks a whirlwind of destruction amid the verdant battlefield.
For a moment, it felt as though I had gained the upper hand as if the very forces of nature had bowed to my mastery of the storm. But I knew that the demon lord was a formidable adversary, and this battle was far from over.
The demon lord's eyes narrowed, a glint of anger flashing within them as he sensed my defiance. He began to chant incantations in a guttural, ancient language, and the very trees around him responded to his dark command. Massive roots tore themselves free from the earth, and the towering trees uprooted themselves, their gnarled forms shifting and rearranging to form a living, impenetrable barrier.
I could feel the oppressive weight of the forest closing in around me, the demon lord's mastery of nature magic reaching a terrifying zenith. The trees seemed to move with a malevolent intent, their branches and roots converging, ready to crush me within their woody embrace.
But I was not about to yield. With unwavering determination, I unleashed [Advanced Tornado Magic], a spell that harnessed the full might of the storm. Dark winds roared to life, spiraling into a colossal tornado that erupted around me. The sheer force of the tempest was overwhelming, and it tore through the forest's defenses with an unrelenting fury.
The whirling winds of the tornado swallowed the demon lord's arboreal soldiers, shredding them into splinters as they were swept up in its destructive vortex. Leaves and branches were sent flying in all directions, and the very ground trembled beneath the cataclysmic forces at play.
