Chapter 46: 46. A natural disaster in the shape of a boy.
He waved his hand, the scorching mist obeying him effortlessly.
"I get it..." he muttered.
He twirled his finger, the scorching vapor swirling above him like a mini tornado, just as he pictured in his mind.
He smiled, elated.
The water element was finally obeying him and he wasn’t in a near death experience.
It felt natural; the water element felt like an extension of himself.
He felt like a craftsman, or a potter with years of experience, effortlessly molding the clay, the mist to his will.
Though he hadn’t felt such a sensation in both lives, this unfamiliar feeling felt nostalgic.
It felt as like it belonged, like the muscle memory of a veteran with amnesia when they hold a gun.
He narrowed his eyes, the swirling tornado morphing into a giant horse made of mist, galloping in the sky like it belonged.
Raika looked on in awe, Philip unable to see what was going on because of all the mist, and as for the goddess above, they held their breath in awe as they watched their champion.
" I thought he figured it out, it seems he still hasn’t " Yemoja commented.
Alaric unaware of the thoughts of the goddess had an idea when wanted to try out.
"Steam and pressure go hand in hand..."
The galloping horse collapsed into the steam it was made of.
Alaric stretched out his palm, the steam spreading out into a sheet, covering the entire forest. Raika’s mouth agape in surprise, which quickly turned to a smile of pride.
While she felt proud, Philip knees gave out as he saw the display of power never seen before.
That was mist, water vapor from a whole lake controlled with such ease by a seven-year-old.
Alaric wasn’t aware of the monster he was becoming.
He only had an idea he wanted to try and that was that.
The water element was following his commands with no resistance and thus he made use of it.
He slowly clenched his open palm, the steam compressing with the motion of his fingers.
A ball of hot, scorching steam formed above the lake, about the size of the Vegas globe.
Swirling with tamed pressure, sizzling with heat surpassing that of most flames.
His hand clenched fully.
A nervous smile on his face, Raika’s gaze unshifting from the spectacle her son was creating.
"Hahaha, let’s see what happens," he snapped his fingers, a simple gesture from a small child.
Yet.
WHOOOOSH—KSSHHHH.
The ball of steam ruptured upward with the force of a nuclear explosion, tearing space through the clouds with a sonic boom.
The shockwave uprooted the surrounding trees, Philip and the carriage blown God knows where, Raika planting herself to the ground with her spear, laughing proudly at the accomplishments of her son.
The heavens remained shook, the Goddesses at the pond stunned silent.
Before anyone could break the silence,
Alaric staggered, his vision blurred.
He too was affected by the shockwave, the recoil pinning him down where he stood.
He hadn’t expected such a reaction, forgetting that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Even in the world of magic, especially for a first resonance mage like himself.
Blood dripped down his nostrils, a sharp pain exploding from his back, spreading to his chest, rapidly moving throughout his body.
"Cough." Blood sprayed from his mouth, his body heavy.
"Alaric!"
The last thing he saw was Raika rushing to his side.
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Wood crackled under the flames that licked it, its brilliance illuminating the surroundings.
The rising smoke made its way through the canopy above into the star-filled sky.
Alaric felt the heat from the fire, the smoke invading his lungs.
His eyes fluttered open, his gaze meeting the crackling fire underneath him.
He was hovering several centimeters away from the flames of the campfire.
No, not hovering....
He tried to move, and that is when he noticed he was tied like a hog roasting on the fire.
"What is going on?" he didn’t shout, didn’t scream, his narrowed gaze looking around.
"You are awake, son..." His gaze met Raika, who stood by the fire, holding the axle that turned him over the fire.
"Sigh..."
"What are you doing, mother?" he inquired with a blank expression.
"Hey, don’t look at me like that. You suffered from internal bleeding when you hit the lake floor..."
Alaric didn’t say a word, looking at her with the same expression, expecting her to continue.
"I wanted to melt the clotted blood in your body..." she explained.
In times of war, when a warrior suffered from internal bleeding, they applied heat to melt clotted blood before proper treatment, but she feared pouring fire elemental mana into Alaric again and thus used the method of cooking him over flames.
"Thanks, mother, but I think I am okay now..."
Raika untied him, Alaric sighing once more.
Sometimes he wondered how his mother was brought up, or what kind of family raised her for her to behave like this.
At first, he thought her crude nature was normal, but the elves had shown him otherwise.
Then he thought maybe the humans of this world were like her, but observing Philip had proven that wrong too.
His mother was simply unique in her own right.
"Where are we..." he inquired, checking his surroundings.
They were no longer in the forest where the lake stood. Not that he would have recognized it anyway.
The lake was gone. Trees were uprooted, the terrain forcibly reshaped as if a natural disaster had passed through. Fauna buried beneath chaos.
In just a moment, the forest had been turned into a mist-laden wasteland.
Fog and vapor filled what was once a living, breathing forest.
"We are in unknown woods..." Philip said from the side, peeling a roasted potato.
His gaze was empty, as if he had given up on life.
"Why are you down, man?" Alaric sat beside him, trying to comfort him, but Philip unconsciously moved back in fear.
He remembered the devastation the young boy had caused, a natural disaster in the shape of a boy.
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A/N
I want to try events like other books.
Due to our small size, let’s go with.
10 golden tickets = 1 extra Chapter.
100 power stones = 1 extra Chapter.
Goal: G: 0/10
P: 20/100
And from now onwards, two Chapters a day, and if I am unable, then the one Chapter will be at least 1500 words
