Bab 7: Raw Magic
First Person POV Rules
Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.
Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.
"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.
-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.
Third Person POV Rules
"Talking"
'Thoughts'
Describing
-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-
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Just thinking about her name, all but revived my will to fight, Not cus I like her, no. I hate her so fucking much that I can't die in her abomination of a world.
Like when I meet her in hell she would make fun of me endlessly for that shit.
I can almost feel my own rage pumping through my veins.
And then I notice how my mass amount of blood on my body, and falling out my body is faintly glowing.
Mana.
I'm not supposed to be able to feel it at all. You can't feel your own mana in your body, the only measurement is supposed to be how tired you feel...
Or atleast I think...
As my anger surges, I become acutely aware of the pulsing energy coursing through my veins. It's a sensation I shouldn't be feeling, but in this moment of seething fury, it's as though the very essence of my being is alive with power.
With a clenched jaw and narrowed eyes, I focus my rage, channeling it into the pool of blood beneath me. The crimson liquid responds, swirling and shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow.
All the blood in the arena glows, whether it be my blood of the purple, tainted blood of the monsters, before it rises from the ground and shoots towards me. It slows down and all of it converges into a more solid construct.
Before attaching itself to my left-armless body.
A new left arm.
As if from instinct, I grab that very same arm and tear it clean from my body and instead of screaming in pain, or even being surprised with myself, I force more and more of my mana into the spewing blood and eventually the arm I just tore off turns back into blood and this time it instead converges into a monster.
A monster highly resembling the very thing about to kill me.
Now armless, and tired as shit, I collapse to the ground and pass out, with the last thing I see being the thing I created tearing the taint dog limb by limb.
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Meanwhile, everyone watching the match stares in utter shock.
Everyone there is familiar with the world, so they quickly understand he just unlocked his Raw Magic.
An ability reserved for those with abnormally high natural mana, and people who can't use Terraspheres happen to have just that, and in a moment of sheer fucking will, near death, or just talent-
You can unlock your Raw Magic, a technique that requires you unleash the naturally unmovable magic in your body without the use of magic circles, which can only be done by drawing blood which naturally houses some of your mana.
And then using that mana infused blood, you kinda just instinctively create a spell. A single spell, and thats all you get, and to use that spell from then on, you have to replicate the wound that drew the blood in the first place.
Hence why Cayenne had to rip his own arm off to cast the Raw Magic he had created seconds before, as his arm being gone was what was drawing the blood for the creation of his Raw Magic.
A dangerous technique that exhausts every bit of mana in your body, with only high mana reserve people being able to use it without turning into dust and flying off in the wind from excessive life force drain once mana runs out.
And the technique Saffron created is one not seen before. Using the blood of his enemies and his own blood, he created his own rot monster, that fights for him, at the cost of an arm whenever casting.
A powerful technique with very obvious drawbacks.
"My goodness~ well isn't this unexpected. Guess our brave red head isn't going to die today~" the announcer coos watching as Saffron lies on the ground nearly dead and his summon fights off what's essentially its 'mother'.
Its blood is after all what influenced Saffron's Raw Magic.
The fight lasts barely a minute before the rot dog falls, it is after all missing two eyes and a tail, while its opponent is much smarter than it is by nature.
Once done, the summoned beast explodes into blood and all that blood flies back to its owner, converging back into a arm, nearly perfect, with the slightest tinting of blood red.
"My~ Someone just won big today!" the announcer says, referring to the fact almost everyone bet the boy was going to die, while one idiot bet against that, and now he made himself enough money to just stop managing his business and still be richer than everyone there for the rest of his life.
He will be dead before he leaves the area.
Everyone here will make sure of that.
"Guards!~ Chop chop, take his body to his cell. I'm sure he'll be fine."
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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!
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