Aether Chronicles: Birth Of A Legend-Chapter 157: You Still Have To Die Here

Raegar started to get scared as another wave loomed. He braced himself, and his legs buckled. His vision blurred, and his knees hit the sand, the world spinning. The pain was intense and felt like his body was being torn apart.

He gritted his teeth, but it became too much, forcing him to roar in agony for moments as the beach dissolved in a shimmer of light, and he collapsed onto the cool stone of the Northern Courtyard, gasping.

Utterly spent, as the real world settled around him, but the pain hadn't faded. He'd failed to expand his pool, and exhaustion claimed him. Professor Silvershade appeared above with a concerned expression.

''You damaged your Water pool,'' she revealed, checking him over. ''You need to rest for at least a day before attempting to do it again.''

Raegar shook his head, eyes full of determination that scared the older woman. ''Do you have another? I'm not done yet.''

She was about to reject such a thing, but something deep inside told her to do it. Cecilia pulled out another blue pill, handing it over. ''This is the last one. If you fail, you could lose your Water Element thanks to the damage your pool receives.''

''I won't lose, I've come too far for fear or pain to stop me,'' he declared with such intensity that she stepped back out of instinct.

Raegar surged upright, his heart thundering as he gulped down the Water Pill. A cataclysmic storm erupted within, agony shredding his very soul. Memories of his death on Earth ignited his determination. 'I won't die again! I'll only get stronger!'

A colossal wave loomed, its apocalyptic might threatening to crush him. But he unleashed a primal roar, the Aether flaring like a supernova, shielding him from the titanic onslaught. Its power flooded his inner pool, a torrent of raw energy.

Blood burst from his eyes and ears, his body screaming in defiance, yet he gritted his teeth and pushed forward, an unstoppable force against the chaos. Just then, a storm erupted above the Northern Courtyard.

The sounds of Aether going crazy alerted everyone in Drakenwood. Students ran to their windows as professors rushed toward Cecilia's home. He pushed through the pain and watched as his Water Pool finally reached Vapour.

Moments later, he returned to reality as his vision blurred and he was covered in blood, thanks to his body being pushed to the limit. He spat out a mouthful of the stuff just as Cecilia appeared.

''Sit down Raegar!'' she exclaimed in awe. ''I can't believe you broke through, but you'll feel sore for days.''

He collapsed onto the grass, eyes fluttering shut as he replied, ''I'll rest here a bit before heading back to my dorm.''

Cecilia grinned, shaking her head fondly. ''Silly boy, just stay safe and let me know when you're leaving.''

Raegar pulled out the scroll Valentina had given him, studying it as the pain slowly ebbed and the sweat stopped running down his back. Afterward, he managed to sit up, just as he grasped the basics of the Alarm spell.

''So, I just visualize the spell active around me and hold it,'' he muttered. ''It'll drain Aether, but with Vapour in two of my six elements, I can manage.''

Raegar walked through the garden, which was eerily quiet, causing his senses to scream at him. He ignored it as he was on school grounds, and stretched his achy body as the pain was still there and affecting his movements.

He turned a corner only to see blood on the ground, his eyes narrowed as he started following it. Moments later, he came across a dead guard with a sliced throat, causing him to mutter. ''What the fuck happened here?''

His eyes widened just as something exploded inches from him, but he instantly equipped his armor, blocking the surprise attack. The force shocked him as he was sent flying across the garden.

Raegar crashed down with a horrible thud, coming to a stop as he groaned while glancing up at three figures that appeared around him. They were dressed in all black with plain white featureless masks.

When seeing the trio, he stood up, coughing, but thanks to advancing his body was already weak and couldn't do too much without hurting himself. But he didn't fail to notice that two of them were Tier Eight and the last was Tier Nine.

'Oh fuck!' he internally panicked. 'I'm outnumbered and outmatched here.'

He shook his head, summoning his blades with a ching, readying himself for a fight as he grew curious. ''Who are you three musketeers?'' he questioned.

The Tier Nine assassin looked at the other two before answering in a male northern accent, catching his attention. ''A shame such a warrior as strong as you has to die here, Tetraarch. Unfortunetly for you've pissed off the wrong people, so here we are.''

''Just shut up, I haven't done anything to anyone,'' he retorted nervously. ''Unless you come from Keepers of the Blood? Then I understand.''

''It doesn't matter,'' the leader revealed, taking out his weapon. ''You still have to die here.''

With a sudden blur, the assassins struck. The Tier Eights surged forward, their movements a whirlwind too fast for him to track until their attack started. A spear lanced toward his gut, but he leaped back, deflecting the razor-sharp tip with a desperate swing.

A sharp ching echoed through the air, only for a searing pain to rip through his legs. A guttural grunt tore from his lips as he glanced down, eyes widening at the sight of a wicked dagger buried deep in his flesh.

'What the hell is this?' His mind roared.

Raegar, blood dripping from his wound, ripped the knife free with a roar, his fingers trembling with fury. Channeling his Aether, he unleashed a Lightningfire Blast, a searing storm of electricity and roaring flames that tore through the air toward the two assassins.

The sheer power of the spell lit up the battlefield, casting jagged shadows as it surged forward with unstoppable force. But the first Tier Eight, with a sneer of contempt, raised a hand, and the ground itself answered his call.

Suddenly, a massive Earthwall erupted from the earth, a towering bulwark of stone and soil that swallowed his spell in an instant, the flames fizzling out against its surface with a deafening boom.

''What!'' he muttered in shock. ''Fire and Lightning are weak against Earth, fuck!''

Moments later, the second Tier Eight assassin, a predator in human form, was already upon him, his spear slashing through the air with a howl of deadly intent. He reacted on instinct, crossing his blades in a desperate clash to parry the blow.

Sparks erupted as steel met steel, the force reverberating through his arms. The assassin's lips curled into a wicked smile, his eyes glinting with malice. In a fluid motion, he redirected the spear, twisting it past his guard.

It quickly plunged into his side, tearing through his armor like parchment and biting deep into flesh. A grunt of agony tore from his throat as blood welled, staining his torn gear. Pain seared his senses, but his will refused to break.

Pain flared up, causing him to let out an agony-filled scream. ''AHHHH! Fuck!''

Through the haze of torment, he glimpsed the first assassin charging, his sword poised to deliver a killing blow. With a surge of defiant fury, he channeled his Aether, his voice a raw bellow as he unleashed a Stormfire Bullet.

The spell erupted, a blazing projectile wreathed in crackling lightning and molten flame, streaking toward the oncoming foe with explosive force. The air itself seemed to scream as the spell hurtled forward.

Just then, the second assassin brought up a Water Barrier to block his attack, causing him to grow frustrated as he cleared some space, wondering where the professors or guards were, but soon realized something.

'The Tier Nine cast a strong barrier blocking anyone from getting inside,' he thought in shock. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Following that, he continued to defend himself, but after some time, his body started failing him, thanks to the building injuries littering his body. After ten minutes, he realized they were Tier Eights playing with him.

The first assassin surged forward, his spear aimed straight for Raegar's heart. Adrenaline surged through his tired veins, his instincts screaming as the spear arced toward him in a vicious swing.

With no time to hesitate, Raegar cast Flash Step. In a blinding pulse of light, his body flickered, vanishing from the path of the deadly strike and reappearing in an instant behind the enemy.

The air crackled with the aftershock of his movement. His blades gleamed under the Aether Lanturns floating above. Gritting his teeth against the searing pain in his side, he drove his daggers forward, aiming to pierce the assassin's ribs.

But the Tier Eight was no mere prey. With a mocking smirk curling his lips, the assassin twisted, his spear snapping up to meet his strike. Steel clashed in a shower of sparks, the force of the block sending a jolt through his arms.