Chapter 153: Technique or Might (1/2)

Layn snapped his fingers. He could shout, clasp his hands together. There was no specific rule as to what kind of action had to be used to release a classical spell.

'If I remember correctly, some practiced to do so with farts,' Layn smiled to his memories. In there, a specific faction of the academy took quite a lot of space. A faction that believed that classical magic was supreme and decided to give up on any other kind of magic.

While stupid by itself, Layn discovered that their ideas for the classical magic itself weren't that idiotic, though.

Releasing a spell with a fart surely sounds ridiculous... Unless one considers a situation where two mages are fighting with just the classic magic. In such a situation, using a fart to release a spell meant doing so without the other side noticing, as opposed to how Layn snapped his fingers to do the same.

But Layn wasn't taking part in a friendly duel between fellow practitioners. His enemy had no ability to counter his attack or even understand what Layn's attack was, to begin with.

As such, he didn't need to bother with those kinds of mind games.

Layn snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the magic drawing that he left in the air before filling it with magic... Broke. Released from the confines of its structure, the spell instantly acted according to its shape. In an instant, hundreds of small fire and directional spells mixed together, turning into a raging vortex of fire.

It raised to the skies as if the rotation of the fire was giving it some kind of up-propelling force. Yet, once it reached a height of roughly fifty meters above the ground, the small fire-tornado suddenly ceased to move around.

It still continued to revolve around its axis. It even continued to speed this rotation up. But in terms of spatial movement, Layn's spell remained in place.

And then, it broke apart. As if it reached the maximum speed it could turn at, the vortex broke apart.

But rather than splitting into a thousand parts and just falling randomly on the ground, the spinning vortex split into exactly five parts, each of which started to slowly fall towards the ground.

”What did you do?” Irea rushed forward and probed Layn's back. Even though she had her moment of weakness just a moment ago, she was still the person most capable of reading the archmage. Even with her mental state still not fully sorted, she was more than capable of noticing Layn's intense exhaustion and more than willing to help him out.

”Just watch,” Layn smiled, holding back his explanation.

'I won't get him to talk right now,' Irea thought, looking at Layn's face. But rather than trying to push him to do something, she obediently raised her head over his shoulder and looked in the direction of his spell.

But strangely enough, it was hard to actually follow the fragments of fire vortex with one's eyes.

'Woah,' Irea moaned in her thoughts, awed by the impossible sight.

At one moment, one of the fragments she decided to track down appeared to be like a small leaf, freshly blown away from a random tree. But as it continued to fall and drag Irea's eyes with it, the girl suddenly noticed a certain thing between the 'leaf' and the line of the ground.

It was the ball-like monster that continued to bring terror to the battlefield. Or rather, it would bring terror to the battlefield if Layn didn't force his group to pull out in a timely manner.

”Isn't it too small, though?” Irea whispered her question into Layn's ear. From her perspective, not only the fragment of the spell was too small to even hinder the beast's movements, it was way too far for the beast to even notice it!

”Can you tell me just how dense magic is?” Layn suddenly asked, resting his back on Irea's hands. Even though he still continued to suck the energy out of the stones, it appeared as if he was unable to regain his energy at all.