37 The Secrets of Kars Part 2 (1/2)
The result stood entirely out of expectations. Never in her wildest dreams could Jezebel believe that the insignificant Klaus von Karsten possessed invulnerability. Yet, oddly, his body still aged.
There were only two ”pure” immortal races, the fehls, and another one that rarely made appearances. For others, immortality always resulted from a form of ritual, curse, or mutation. To what category did Klaus belong to?
But as Jezebel's thoughts reached that point, Klaus' hands flashed, and his lips parted in incantation gestures:
”Fourth Circle Spell: Amethyst Field,” Klaus uttered, four purple circles appeared at his side, releasing waves of purple light throughout the room while eldritch glyphs swirled in their midst. The floor, ceiling, walls, the entirety of the room turned into a field of pure amethyst.
Crystal magic belonged to the Unique Disciplines, arcane paths that typically didn't have any related attribute or established spells. Fleshcrafting, transmutation, technomancy, time magic, desolate magic, summoning magic, and the likes all were Unique Disciplines.
One of the requirements to become an Archon is to either create or activate an Arcane Bloodline. Arcane Bloodlines functioned like Kilian's fleshcrafting and transmutation abilities, enabling the user to summon magical powers without spellcasting or any other form of ritual. Better, they often strengthened various aspects of the magi's physiques.
Because Archons passed down their Arcane Bloodlines, Archon-level houses often produced at least one Archon in the next generation. Needless to say, a staggering strength gap stood between magi with Arcane Bloodlines and those without.
One person couldn't have two Arcane Bloodlines, and Klaus created his own based on crystal magic. Using it as the foundation, he developed a unique set of crystal spells that filled his opponents with headaches.
Jezebel, however, couldn't care less.
”A mortal with invulnerability. How interesting. But I wonder, how invulnerable are you really?” Jezebel cooly asked, and stretched out her right hand toward Klaus, causing four lilac circles to appear as she willed the dra pattern of her spell.
”Fourth Circle Spell: Disintegration.” The four circles rotated at maximum speed, lilac-colored light flashed on Jezebel's fingertips and, without a sound, Klaus collapsed in light particles. But at that time, seven massive amethyst spears emerged from the ground and shot toward Jezebel.
Not bothering to evade, Jezebel waved her hand, releasing a formless energy blast that blew all spears into crystal pieces—a futile effort.
Shockingly, instead of dropping on the ground, the pieces turned into crystal needles, and they weren't the only ones. From the floor, ceiling, and walls, myriads of purple crystal needles surrounded Jezebel and, in a flurry of purple squalls, assailed her from all sides.
However, while myriads of needles neared her form, Jezebel closed her eyes, and as if blocked by an invisible wall, all needles stopped in their tracks.
*Bang*
Her eyes opened, and the myriad collapsed in light particles. Klaus' form reappeared where it originally stood, as pristine as ever.
”Fourth Circle Spell: Crystal Formations.” Dozens of crystal shards rose in the air, but instead of targetting Jezebel, they merged, morphed, and in a violet spiral, turned into nine, three meters tall golems.
Seeing this, she nodded in approval.
”For an Archon boy, you're not half bad. I suppose you do deserve the title of number one Archon of Arcadia. Very well,” Jezebel began and, undisturbed by Klaus's outrageous regeneration abilities, stepped forward.
”I can use 3%. Fifth Circle Spell: Bane of Immortals.” Five pitch black, rotating circles appeared beside her, dark fog burst from the ground, coalescing into the ethereal form of a wraith. The wraith's glittering, lilac hues shone with dazzling light, and with a horrid smile, it dove into Klaus!
Crystal walls automatically rose from the ground to repel the wraith—to no avail. Bypassing the walls, the wraith dove into Klaus, and unable to resist or evade, he couldn't stop it.
A black sigil appeared on his chest, and his face contorted into a frown.
”I didn't expect that you could also use death magic,” he muttered, lowered his head, and sighed in a seemingly defeated tone.
Crossing her hands behind her back, Jezebel sauntered toward Klaus and graced him with a gentle smile that heavily contrasted with her murderous gaze.
”You're what? 42? To say nothing of the fact that Fehl rules all disciplines, the things across this world that stand beyond your cognition are far too many.”
*CRACK!*
The leisurely spoken words had barely left Jezebel's lips that she smashed her right fist into Klaus' jaw, sending the duke flying in the air to encase his head in the ceiling! Alas, she was just getting started.
*BANG*