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Chapter 46: Darkness Falls (2)

'Black?' Lith was flabbergasted. According to their light spectrum theory, a black mana core would indicate the complete absence of any form of mana. In a world were even rocks possessed a mana flow of their own, how could a living being have none?

He immediately activated his Life Vision. (Lith's original spell. See chapter 13 for more details)

"F*ck me sideways." Despite the small build and the thin limbs, the Wither was emitting an energy signature stronger than the four of them put together. To his eyes, it was like staring into a black sun.

The three kings and Lith surrounded the Wither with a square formation, alternating attacks with paralyzing spells. If the Wither moved in a direction, the whole formation moved along with it, trying to prevent it from getting closer or running away.

Lifebringer was capable of using earth and water magic, using the former to slow it down, and the latter to attack with a torrent of razor-sharp ice blades.

Reaper used both air and earth magic, using mainly air to restrict the Wither's movements and lightning to attack. Speed was crucial in inflicting damage because the black fog surrounding the Abomination was capable of eating away everything, even sunlight.

Protector's fire magic was useless, he could only use air magic, following Reaper's lead.

Despite Lith's help, the situation wasn't getting any better. As the Wither weakened, it always started ignoring the attackers and forcibly move toward a new area to replenish its vitality.

Lith's and Solus's brains were spinning at top gear, trying to find a way to end the struggle.

'If it's alive, why can't we kill it? What are we doing wrong?' After another two acres of woods were lost, Lith's Life Vision could see the three kings' mana and stamina dwindling.

It was only a matter of time before the Wither had all of them for dinner.

'Damn! Is this the level of strength that an Emperor Beast has? If it wasn't for the formation and their impeccable teamwork, I would have died within the first minute! Also, how the heck do they have so much energy after three days of this?

'I'm here for barely an hour and I had to use Invigoration thrice to replenish my energies. I don't even remember when the last time I actually slept was, my timer is ticking even faster than theirs. Magical beasts are damn overpowered.'

"Protector!" Lith called for him, being the closest to his position.

"I'm going to get close, there's something I have to try. If I am right, you should notice immediately, so leave me there. If I'm wrong, pull me out as fast as you can!"

The Ry was too busy conjuring one lightning storm after another, so he just nodded.

Lith broke the formation, entering the black mist. He immediately felt his body becoming heavier and heavier. His life and mana were slipping away with every breath, allowing the monster to get stronger again.

'If that thing has a black mana core, maybe it's like a darkness elemental. That should mean that light magic is its weak point. I need to get closer to hit it with my most powerful healing spell.'

Light and darkness magic had a shorter range than the other elements by nature. They also moved slower compared to other spells when cast against a target. Lith needed to get close enough for his next spell to hit, not giving the Wither enough space to dodge the sudden attack.

As soon as Lith started merging his mana with the world's light element, he felt a strong pull at the level of his mana core. The spell was getting drained even before it could fully manifest. The Wither suddenly looked stronger and his body less ethereal.

His low-pitched scream of agony was now a moan of pure joy.

Suddenly Lith remembered the words of Lochra Silverwing (see chap 27). Hers was the only book he had ever copied from the first to the last word, reading it over and over while mulling over new spells.

Lochra Silvering was a Magus, and most likely another true magic user. Her wisdom was something Lith treasured deeply.

'Dammit, how can I always be this stupid? This is not a video game, there is no such thing as elemental vulnerability. Magus Lochra repeated it over and over: light and darkness are not opposites, but two matching pieces of the same puzzle.

'Darkness greatest bane is not light, but darkness itself!'

Lith canceled the healing spell, spreading out a dark aura of his own. The two forces collided, emitting black sparks every time they came into contact and tried to cannibalize each other.

Lith's aura was weaker, but he was free to manipulate it whenever the two dark fields clashed, condensing it where the enemy's defense was weaker.

The Wither, instead, was constantly harassed by the three kings' attacks that disrupted its focus and weakened its life force.

The Wither's body was getting incorporeal again, but this time it could not turn its back and run, otherwise Lith's dark aura would consume it mercilessly.

Lith was full of joy, intoxicated by bloodlust and the pride of having finally solved the mystery. 

'That creature is not burning with power. Rather it's bleeding mana from every pore or whatever it has! That's why it needs to relentlessly feed on so much energy. Its metabolism is akin to a shark, if it stops, it dies!'

The Wither was getting weaker and weaker, its high-pitched scream filled with fear and pain.

Thanks to their coordinated efforts, Lith's aura managed to consume a whole chunk of the Abomination, giving Lith a sudden, unwanted epiphany.

It was very similar to what happened with Solus when they first met each other.

Lith was once again inside a memory.

He could see himself as a young bear, striving to become strong enough to surpass Irtu's strength and become the new king in the east.

Somehow the young bear knew about mana cores and was able to refine its own in a way disturbingly similar to Lith's.

But unlike Lith, the young bear was a natural at both earth and darkness magic, so it continued to relentlessly refine its mana core, even when it got painful. Its hunger for power grew along with its mana core strength.

Tired of waiting for its body to develop naturally, the young bear decided to try to evolve the mana core from green to cyan at all costs, so he could become strong enough to claim the title of king.

It fought against the pain, bravely and recklessly at the same time, until it made it!

But its happiness lasted less than a day. The mana core was too big and strong for its young body, and soon started to fall apart and the energy it contained started to leak out.

Darkness magic went out of control, the bear's survival instinct kicked in. It tried everything just to survive a second longer. The young bear let the dark energy overflow until it became the Wither.

Lith's bloodlust dissolved like a bubble.

'That poor b*stard it's not a monster, he is me. A me who failed promoting his mana core, too eager to do things his way to care for the consequences. A me that just wants to live, fighting against an unfair life.'

Becoming aware of his opponent's story, Lith no longer wanted to play with his enemy. Its screams of agony were torture to his heart.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you." He said. "I'll do my best to give you a peaceful death."

Lith's compassion didn't make him lose his cool, on the contrary, it gave him a renewed focus. He knew that to achieve his goal he needed killing intent, not mercy, so he looked inside himself in search of hatred.

He recalled his first life, his father's abuses, his mother's indifference, until the day Carl died. He remembered the burning anger and desperation, how it peaked before Carl's murderer got his joke of a sentence.

His angriest day happened when he was planning Carl's funeral. Out of the blue, after ignoring their lives for years, his mother had the gall to come to his door.

Crying, she asked for Lith's forgiveness, offering to pay for Carl's memorial service. Lith could still remember his eyes seeing red, his right hand holding her throat, trying to squeeze the life out of her.

That woman, that seemed so strong and cruel when he was little, was now a frail little thing.

She begged him to kill her, to let her atone for her mistakes, and join her little boy in the afterlife. It was then that Lith's anger burned brighter than ever. He threw her out of his house, alive and well.

"Too little and too late, you b*tch! I hope you live a long and miserable life, knowing that for both your sons you were nothing but an embarrassment. A sh*t that they flushed out of their lives as soon as they could." Those were their parting words.

In a corner of his mind, Solus was crying for him. Yet she couldn't avoid noticing that despite all he had done, Orpal amounted to nothing in Lith's mind. His existence was merely an annoyance.

Focusing all that rage and anger into his fist, Lith released a stream of dark energy that struck the Wither's mana core, forcing it to crumble. It was unable to withstand the conflicting forces from within and outside itself.

After that, the young bear's agony finally ended.

Its purified spirit finally able to return to mother earth's embrace, in search of a new life.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
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Sorry for the late release. Today was exhausting to me, idk what to hope. If it did go well it may change my life big time. Tbh I'm kind of scared.

Hope you like the chapter.

Love ya all.

Chapter 47: Unexpected Answers

After the battle ended, everyone dropped down to the ground, finally able to relax. Despite the victory, there was no place for joy or celebration. The Trawn woods would bear a scar that might take months if not years to heal.

The three kings were already discussing how to rearrange the borders of their areas of influence, to prevent future food shortages from affecting them too harshly.

Lith, instead, was still dwelling on the young bear's memories, comparing the Abomination's life with his own. It was only because he had been reborn in a good family that Lith didn't end up endlessly obsessing over power, being able to afford to take care of his body.

In the bear's shoes, with the fierce competition of the wilderness, Lith might have been tempted to do the same thing. All his life up to this point had been one huge risk/rewards assessment, Lith had simply been luckier than the young bear.

It was the second time in a single day that his victory had been hollow. He started to feel depressed, making the adrenaline rush dissolve much faster. Soon exhaustion would take its toll, he needed some real sleep.

Before going home there were still some things he had to do. First, he gave the Shyf a whole boar to eat, then Lith proceeded to heal its atrophied leg.

He couldn't do it before, otherwise the fatigue from recovering from such a wound, coupled with Reaper's already debilitated state due to the prolonged battle, would have made the Shyf faint.

Being a healer was almost second nature to Lith at that point. He also wanted that, whatever happened next in the woods, the kings would be able to face it on their own. Lith already had enough on his plate, all he wanted was to sleep and eat for a week straight.

On top of that, he could finally share not with one, but with three powerful magical beasts, his doubts about tier four magic with a practical example.

With the energy he had left, Lith performed a scaled-down version of the tier four Lightning God's Finger spell with true magic, weaving together fire and air magic to conjure a small sphere of plasma.

"The real deal would be bigger, hence doing more damage but also requiring much more energy." Because of its nature, plasma was highly volatile and would disperse at the slightest mistake.

It could indeed generate temperatures on the order of thousands of degrees and even strike with surgical precision, but it was incredibly slow to move. Lith couldn't find a single practical use to justify spending so much mana on just one spell.

Both the Ry and the Shyf were natural air magic masters, so they could immediately understand the nature of the spell and its underlying effects.

"That's just useless!" Reaper blurted.

"It's the prettiest waste of mana I have ever seen." Protector laughed.

"With much less energy and effort, you could wipe away an entire acre of the woods. I think the problem is not you, but the spell itself.

"According to what you told me in the past, humans deemed each other so stupid and untrustworthy that they divided magic into steps, or tiers, as you call them.

"In my opinion, either the human that invented that cr*p had more free time than brains, or the spell is incomplete on purpose."

"Are humans really so idiotic? To teach their cubs how to kill prey but not where the best parts are?" The Shyf was flabbergasted at the idea.

"Another dead end." Lith sighed, his depression getting worse. The Ry was his last hope to make heads or tails of the magical conundrum.

"I'm sorry, Scourge." The Ry said. "But us magical beasts have a much more practical view about magic. Most of your human issues are either senseless or idiotic to me. Another problem is that we are incapable of controlling all the elements that comprise the world energy.

"Only king level beasts can manipulate two elements, while the most complex spells you showed me sometimes use three or more.

"I would love to help you further, but between my duties and this tragedy, I need to focus on avoiding the impending famine. Sorry."

The Ry and the Shyf left him, starting to discuss how to make the whole forest, especially the zone most damaged by the Wither, survive the upcoming winter.

Lith could feel his headache getting worse by the second, so after bidding them goodbye, he started to move as fast as he could towards home.

'So much for a second and third opinion. If the Ry is right, then we are f*cked big time. No academy means no tier five spells, which in turn implies that we will be stuck with tier three as our main source of inspiration.

'Not to mention that I really do not envy all those students that waste a whole year of their life practicing incomplete spells.' Lith thought.

'Actually, I have been pondering about what Nana told us, and I think there is yet another possibility. Maybe tier four and fire are so rare to find because they are strictly related to a mage specialization.' Solus suggested.

'What if the Lightning God's Finger isn't an offensive spell, but rather an energy source for constructs? Or maybe it's the only way to carve magic runes in the hardest materials used for weapons or armors.

'We know nothing about forgemastering, potion brewing, or anything related to indirect magic.'

'Damn! You are probably right. And that adds insult to our injury. Seems we are destined to live four very uninteresting years.'

As soon as he came home, Lith refused to move a finger, going to bed right after dinner, hoping that the next day would bring him good news.

Yet months passed, his birthday was getting closer and so was the deadline for applying to any academy.

Meanwhile, Count Lark hadn't been sitting on his hands. He had used every single opportunity, every pretext, no matter how flimsy, to seek an audience with the King, and when that failed, he worked his way down the Court's hierarchy.

He had pestered everyone so much that many would hide whenever he showed his face, or pretend that they did not notice him so he would not get any opportunity to pursue his fool's errand.

But the Count was a stubborn man, he knew the rules and regulations inside out, and by using real problems related to Lustria County as a cover, there was only so much they could do to avoid him without setting a dangerous precedent.

He was able to endure long hours of waiting as if they were nothing, and then still have the energy to plead for his case until his hosts were so exhausted that to get rid of him, they had to at least promise to consider his claims.

When Headmistress Linnea talked about wanting to send a political message, this wasn't the result she was hoping for. Soon her name would get associated with ingenious curses and swearing, and so was her bloodline until the seventh generation.

Count Lark soon became a hot topic, receiving the same degree of attention an impending flood or plague would get.

One way or another he achieved part of his objective, making the whole Court discuss the possible implications that Headmistress Linnea's new rule could cause in the future.

Was it really worth it to bar the road to a promising magician because of how or where they had learned her spells? Why punish the victim of a crime just because they had asked for the laws to be upheld?

Should a Headmistress of such an important institution be allowed to change the rules of admission on a whim, without any form of control?

An important discussion like that needed time, but most importantly peace and quiet. The Court unanimously resolved to grant Marchioness Distar, the true ruler of Lustria County, extraordinary powers to face Count Lark as she thought best.

In other words, she was left with the short end of the stick.

Now Count Lark would relentlessly pester her, while everyone else would live happily ever after.

Marchioness Distar already had her fair share of trouble, Trequill Lark was just the icing on the cake. She considered more than once to simply use her new found powers to behead the Count, but her good sense and all her personal advisors stopped her.

Lark was one of her best retainers. He was sincere, didn't skim on the taxes, and he never had sordid affairs that she was forced to cover up.

On top of that, under his guiding hand, Lustria County had been flourishing for over twenty years. Because of that, the Marchioness and her mother before her never had to move a finger.

It was a well-oiled machine, and honest to boot! Replacing him would cause her much more trouble than executing him would prevent.

Having her back against a wall, she decided that honesty was the best policy. Lark was a loving father, after all. Maybe he would understand her position and leave her alone if he knew the truth.

After granting him the thirty-seventh audience in less than three months, she explained her family's plight to Count Lark.

"As you know, the higher you get the more trouble you incur. A few weeks ago, my family experienced an attempted murder. Thanks to the safety measures we have surrounded ourselves with, it failed. But it didn't pass without consequences.

"One of the assailants managed to reach my daughter. Her magical protections took the brunt of the hit, reducing what would have been a deathblow to slightly more than a pinprick."

"All is well that ends well." The Count commented.

The Marchioness had to stop herself from slapping him to death. She rubbed her forehead instead, trying to calm down.

"I wish! Because of that pinprick, my daughter has been cursed"

"Cursed?" Count Lark's monocle jumped out of his orbit from the surprise.

Usually he would scoff at such a preposterous concept. In all his years of exploring magic curiosities from all over the world, he had encountered curses only in the bedtime stories he read to his children.

Yet the Marchioness' glare silenced the Count. He put his monocle back in place and let her continue.

"Yes, cursed. I wouldn't believe it myself if I hadn't seen it first-hand. When the healer tried to help her prevent a scarring, instead of disappearing the wound became bigger.

"I tried everything, calling renowned master Alchemists, healers, medicine women, shamans. Nothing worked.

"Now the only thing that keeps my ever-bleeding daughter alive is the constant consumption of potions and the help of my personal magician, Ainz.

"As you know, he is considered a genius, maybe the best ever graduated from the Black Griffon academy.

"To make matters worse, when the assailants understood they had no chance of escaping, they chose to blow themselves up, destroying all the evidence. There was no one to interrogate, nothing left to examine to understand what they had done!"

'This is fantastic!' The Count thought.

"This is terrible!" The Count actually said, keeping his best grieving face.


CREATORS' THOUGHTS
Legion20 Legion20

This chapter (and the next one) is dedicated to saltberg. I hope you'll like the cameo.

It's odd to think back at the first drafts of the story, when Lark, Nana and the Ry were just 2 lines bystanders. They litterally grew out of my control on their own. I love them even more for that, though.

Sorry for the late update, work, stress and stuff messed up my schedule.

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