The four of them looked up at the sky, cold sweat uncontrollably breaking out across their foreheads.
Fana simply froze in place.
Before them floated four magical circles—two large and two small—nested within each other, surrounded by dozens of Magic Inscriptions spinning around the circles.
The vast magical power contained within finally calmed the four down.
As a Mage, Fana clearly understood what this was.
In the Mage world, it is universally recognized that the rank of a spell is determined comprehensively by its difficulty to use, magical power, effect, and method of use.
Among these, magical power and effect play the decisive roles.
Magic Circles serve to stabilize magical power. The greater the power, the stronger the Magic Circle required to stabilize and operate it.
Without a sufficiently strong Magic Circle, relying solely on Magic Inscriptions, the spell cannot properly form and will easily collapse.
Four Magic Circles nested within each other meant that this spell was at least a Fifth-Tier Spell.
“When… when did she complete this spell…”
Fana murmured.
A Mage capable of using Fifth-Tier Spells, stationed in such a remote town, would be qualified to serve as the local Mage Guild President.
Moreover, to be able to release it so efficiently without anyone noticing—this person’s skill level was definitely higher than her own mentor’s.
“You people are really driving me crazy. It seems like I have to teach you a lesson before you’ll learn to listen!”
“Damn Blood Clan! If you want to kill, just kill! No need for all this nonsense!”
Following the voice, Falco spotted Krexia floating at the center of the Magic Circles.
Knowing he was no match, all he could do now was verbally attack.
Unexpectedly, Krexia’s face flushed red when she heard Falco’s words.
She suddenly remembered where she had seen someone who looked like her.
It was in her family’s books, which had detailed descriptions of the Blood Clan: silver hair, blood-red eyes, vertical pupils, pale skin, immense strength, and an aversion to light.
But since the Leia Principality was located in the western part of the Empire of Huangyu, separated from the Blood Clan by the Royal City and the entire Kingdom of Weirrant, the straight-line distance was nearly four thousand kilometers. Talking about the Blood Clan with him was like talking about snow with someone from the south.
“You… you’re the Blood Clan! You and your whole family, your entire neighborhood!”
“Ah?”
“Ah?”
“Ah?”
“Ah?”
The four looked at the girl, who was inexplicably breaking down in the sky, each of them somewhat dumbfounded.
“Damn it! Just because I look like the Blood Clan, you’re labeling me a vampire? You four idiots!”
Krexia finally lost her temper. Clasping her hands, she slammed them together hard, and a strange fluctuation erupted from the Magic Circles.
Before anyone could analyze Krexia’s words, the surge alerted Fana.
“Not good, the spell is about to activate!”
[ Elemental Class · Control · Cage of a Thousand Winds ]
In the next moment, a tremendous gust of wind pressure radiated outward from the Magic Circles, instantly enveloping the four below.
The terrifying wind pressure pinned them down, rendering them immobile.
The fierce gusts lashed their faces like a series of sharp slaps, making their cheeks ache.
“Uuuuuu…”
Their muffled cries were drowned out by the howling wind, not a sound escaping.
This spell envelops a 300-meter radius centered on the activation point, suppressing all within by immense wind pressure.
However, as a control-specialized spell, its offensive damage is very limited; most of the magic power is devoted to the suppression effect.
Because of its rapid chanting speed, large area of effect, and outstanding control, it has become an almost mandatory technique for Fifth-Tier Wind Mages.
“You fools…”
Krexia gasped for breath as she landed, faint traces of black smoke drifting subtly from her body.
It was her first time using a Fifth-Tier Spell. Previously, she had only studied the related theory, usage methods, Magic Inscription structures, relevant formations, and magic circuits while preparing for the Fifth-Tier Mage exam.
This was her first practical attempt.
Although somewhat expected, the magical power required to cast it still exceeded her initial estimates.
After using the [ Substitute Straw Doll ] to dodge Falco’s slash, she had used its subsequent concealment effect to prepare the spell.
Fueled by anger and eager to teach these reckless fools a lesson, she impulsively used this spell she had never actually cast before.
Though rash, it at least helped her vent her frustration, and it was indeed effective.
Just as she was about to step into the spell’s area and slap those two damned swordsmen awake, Coutia’s voice came timely into her mind.
“Little one, hold off on the slaps for now. You need to take care of the problem on your body first.”
“My body…”
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness washed over Krexia, and she collapsed without warning.
“What’s happening? My head… feels so dizzy. Is this another case of soul adapting to the body?”
“Or… did you do something to cause this?”
“…”
Coutia sounded a bit helpless.
“You seem to misunderstand me. Do I look like the kind of god who would trick you?”
Krexia was speechless.
Thinking about the previous contract scam, she didn’t want to waste words arguing with Coutia on such an undisputed topic. Anyway, from Coutia’s personality, she didn’t seem like she would admit to it.
“Fine, I am.”
“You actually shamelessly admitted it!!”
Krexia’s pupils trembled. Are gods in this other world all like this?
Thinking about similar beings in her previous life, they all praised their masters and appeared so holy and noble.
How did it come to this?!
Completely a bottom-of-the-barrel loser act!
“Eh, then you’re wrongly accusing me. I’m not the type to stab you in the back, really.”
“Your current weakness is simply because you’ve used too much magic power, causing some leakage of your essence.”
“Essence? What essence?”
Krexia had never heard that term before. She understood the first half—it was like physical exhaustion, right?
It was similar to how Mages get spiritually weak after excessive magic use, or the soul gets somewhat drained.
“I modeled your body after the Primordial Witch template. As agreed in the contract, the Blessing I gave you—my fragment of power—is hidden deep within your body. You won’t be able to use it yet; you need to reach a certain stage of growth before attempting to activate it.”
“That portion of power usually needs to be sealed by magic power. Since you’ve overused your magic power, the Witch’s aura is leaking out, which might erode your soul.”
Okay, now that made sense.
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