(EP-178.2) Sand #3
178 – Wind and Sand #3
Among game characters who wielded dual weapons, most were focused on offense, and consequently, their defense tended to be weak.
For example, Kasim didn’t have a mana shield.
Continuing to fend off the persistent sand icicles with my mana shield, I aimed my tail wand and gathered magic power.
Uuuung-.
Frenzied magic concentrated at the tip of the tail. Mage duels typically culminated in a decisive strike after exchanging numerous minor clashes.
At this moment, I focused everything on this single point. Seeing this, Kasim leisurely smiled.
“Is this your ultimate spell? I can disrupt your incantation, but this has been a long time coming, so I’ll face you properly. I’ll show you a great spell as well!”
—Eight Head Desert Dragon.
An eight-headed sand serpent surfaced from the ground and soared high into the sky.
━Saaaaaak-!!!
The size of the serpent was larger than most buildings, and I was well aware that if caught in its sweep, my body would be torn apart by the sheer cutting force of the sand and small gemstones.
“Can that last mana shield block this snake?”
… No, it couldn’t. However, my incantation was almost complete. So, I finished the spell casting with intent, as if stamping a seal on a completed letter.
─Asura Gale-!
Kwaaaaaa-!!!!
A formidable gust then erupted horizontally from the tip of my wand, resembling some vortex or a dragon’s breath.
Its power was enough to overturn the earth and uproot trees.
Although I was only around at 4.5 Rank, my secret technique Asura Gale—based on the high-ranking destruction magic Paimon, was inherently potent. It was formidable enough to compete with other Mages’ big spells.
Kwaaaaaagagak-.
The whirlwind unleashed from the tip of my wand tore the sand serpent in all directions, devouring its form into pieces before heading toward Kasim.
“This is beyond imagination…! And quite the pickle…!”
Kasim calmly exclaimed.
“Jin-!”
Kwaa-. Simultaneously, a stone wall erupted from the ground, blocking my attack.
The magic hitting the solid stone wall was shredded into countless small wind blades, scattering like steel beads everywhere.
Pabababat.
The problem was that backlash, a recoil of sorts, also surged towards me.
My feet remained stumped as an overwhelming magical blade gust came hurtling towards me. All I had left was a single petal shield.
“Hieek-!”
I’d seriously get hurt from this. But just as I closed my eyes with that thought, I heard someone snapping their fingers.
It was Aira, who was sitting on the bench. She was clapping as if she had seen something interesting.
“Excellent magic, Theo~.”
“Is, is that so?”
Thus, the duel between me and Kasim came to an end.
It felt like I was getting destroyed in all aspects, but Kasim said in surprise.
“I wasn’t expecting unique magic… If it were any ordinary opponent, the battle would have ended with the Eight Head Desert Dragon. Wind magic, however? It wasn’t a favorable matchup for me.”
So my magic was basically the worst match for him, who used earth and sand.
“A wind attribute… I thought you would use water-related magic since you have the blood of a fairy. Quite a rare attribute you have there.”
Kasim evaluated my magical properties like so. At that moment, I suddenly remembered one thing I learned from Hynax.
Magic primarily drew upon the mana scattered in nature, thus each person developed an affinity for an attribute reminiscent of it.
It was also the reason why Nymphs, as water fairies, mainly used water-related magic.
However, I dealt with the relatively rare attribute of wind magic. It was probably because Paimon took the form of a burst of air.
If I were more suitable for fire mana, perhaps it would have manifested as flames.
At this time, the words that my Mage job experience had increased flashed before my eyes.
Regardless of the outcome of the spar, I decided to purely rejoice at the recent increase in experience, 50 points at that, which had been stagnant.
It was then.
“You useless little brother. I warned you not to cause trouble like this. Couldn’t you endure without causing issues? Look, sand is all over the place!”
Someone came towards us screaming.
It was a red-haired woman with a copper skin tone and an elegant black dress. Despite wearing high-heels, she was barely enough to touch Aira.
She appeared young and had a petite frame with modest chest.
A Nymph?
No, she was not a Nymph. Just a young-looking woman. But seeing her seemed to have soured Aira’s mood, as she obviously frowned.
“… Serazade!”
Then the woman, who was a head shorter than Aira, boldly declared.
“Call me Empress-! An Empress is higher than a Queen-!”
Edited by: faker
