There were different spells for both attack and support, but my situation was unusual for the world. Everyone who had knowledge of this element either left with the gods or died over time.
It is possible that there is some information in the dark elf library, but most likely it was hidden from the eyes of the uninitiated.
I didn't want to create only attacking spells or only for protection, I had a desire to create a universal spell for both attack and defense.
Mentally turning my gaze into the depths of darkness, I began to shape it at first it was a pretty big sword, but looking at it, I saw its weaknesses in the fact that it was easy to dodge or even avoid a blow, and then I would be in danger.
Continuing to experiment with darkness, I did not notice how time flew by unnoticed, having tried different ideas and not finding an idea, I was ready to leave this venture until better times.
Preparing to get out of my consciousness, I remembered one of my thoughts that there is something from each other in the opposite elements, as if a veil was removed from my eyes and I saw an idea and an opportunity.
Concentrating, I began to create spells it was not as I thought, but its possibility was amazing by combining darkness and chaos, I began to create a mental description of the spell.
I proceeded from the techniques that I received then from Keirin.
Each spell must have a mental one and a description of the structure it carries. Having filled all the circles and looking expectantly into the center of darkness, I added to this spell both chaos and blood magic, which allowed me to drain magic and blood from my enemies.
Unfortunately, I will not be able to use it at the academy or at the tournament, since she did not have half measures in relation to the one against whom I used this spell.
Many stufons and magicians would call me an idiot trying to create spells without proper knowledge. But I believed in my own strength and what my intuition told me.
Still not knowing what she looks like, I wanted to work on the spell again, when suddenly I felt a strong pull, not understanding what happened, I looked away from the star of darkness, right where I was drawn.
There was a window in front of me in which I saw Keirin kneeling in front of some man, he was very huge, you could tell by his clothes that he was not from a rich family, but most likely a robber.
Not understanding what was going on, I wanted to look around, but I didn't have the opportunity to see what was happening around them. I didn't know if it could be the future? But then why do I think it's happening now?
I left the girls alone and decided to try to learn my magic myself, not knowing what had happened, returning to the carriage, looking around and making sure that no one was around and the carriage was standing still, not moving anywhere.
Fearing the worst, I called the tormentors, after examining them, they were as strong as ever, taking out a sword and shield from the vault, I got out of the carriage.
The first thing I heard was the sounds of steel hitting steel, someone was shouting, looking around, frowning, waiting for what I was afraid to see, went to the sounds.
The bodies of all the representatives of the races were lying on the ground, but what united them all, they were dead.
Switching to a quick step, trying to remember more details from where Keirin was and seeing a carriage ahead that looked similar, I headed there, followed by the tormentors.
Approaching the carriage, I saw what I was afraid to see in my even in the most terrible dreams.
Keirin was on her knees with her head down, and a little further away, Fel was lying, not knowing whether she was alive or not, sent one of the tormentors to her with a pill and take her to a safe place.
I had no emotions such as anger or anger, I was calm. Walking towards the man with a calm step, I tried to understand how badly Keirin had suffered.
Not wanting anyone to be able to escape, I put a dome of darkness on the whole caravan with a new spell, I didn't care if there were questions about my powers in my eyes, Keirin froze on her knees.
Having ordered the rest of the tormentors to disperse around the caravan to destroy the attackers, I had no thoughts of taking prisoners or letting them surrender.
- Did you do this to her? - I asked the man who was standing next to her.
The man turned to face me, I saw a satisfied grin on his face, Keirin, who was sitting with her head down, looked up at me in which there was so much pain, not understanding how she had not fallen yet.
- What do you care? Or maybe you're her notorious owner? - The man said, grinning.
Roald didn't expect to see anyone else, but this caravan was rich in various strange personalities, starting with a light elf and ending with this half-elf.
He didn't feel threatened by him, but there was a pressure in his voice that was not typical of children.
- I need to know, if you did this, then you will beg for death if not, I will grant a quick death. - I said in a calm voice, heading towards him.
Listening to the half-elf's words, Roald laughed at how arrogant this young man was in front of him.
- All young men are arrogant and do not know when to retreat and accept defeat. - Roald said , grinning.
Taking the same slow steps as he walked to Keirin, he wanted to knock out this half-elf and then returning to the camp to make him watch as he had fun with the light elf.
He had seen the half-elf's shield, but like many who had not participated in battles, Roald thought that he did not know how to use it. Being next to him and making a blow to the half-elf's head, Roald was surprised when the half-elf stepped aside and hit him on the arm with his sword.
- Too slow, I repeat my question, did you do this to them? - I asked, watching the man.
I didn't hear anyone near us, which meant that I could fight without limits and demonstrate the Cray Empire technique to this rogue.
- Yes, I am, and what will you do, half-Elf? - Roald admitted laughing, raising his hand up to demonstrate that the sword had only slightly cut off the skin.
Listening and watching him laugh, I tightened my grip on the sword, as I hoped he did not notice that my spell had penetrated into his hand.
- So you will die in agony. - I said in a calm voice.
Roal has repeatedly observed and participated in such a situation in almost every caravan there was a hero who wanted to save the ladies who fell into his Roal hands.
Deciding to stab the insolent half-elf in the back, he walked around him with quick steps and tried to strike. But when he was behind the half-elf, he was met by a shield that this half-elf stretched out behind his back.
He understood that the half-elf would not be able to block the kick in the legs and without thinking twice hit his right leg. Expecting to hear a crunch or feel the opponent's leg bend under the blow.
But instead his fist rested against the darkness, gradually it began to spread over his arm and Roald felt it begin to burn with pain inside.
Not understanding what had happened, he turned his gaze to her and to his horror, he saw how his hand was pierced with small swords that slowly penetrated his skin and caused even more severe pain.
- What did you do to my hand, you bastard? - Roald growled.
He moved away from the half-elf and began to try to shake off from his hand the incomprehensible magic that penetrated into his hand and he saw visually how it became thinner and at the same time he experienced terrible pain from the fingertips to the elbow.
The fingers were the first to lose their color, becoming darker and darker, gradually the darkness spread from the fingers to the hand.
Roald had seen this for the first time in his entire life, he had seen various spells, but not one that could kill a part of a person's body when he was still alive.
The half-elf did not answer, he continued to attack with his sword and covered his left side with his shield, not allowing the remaining whole arm of the Roald to strike him.
The robber had to dodge some blows and take some, but his position was getting heavier and heavier, his arm gradually became all black to the elbow and Roald did not feel anything that was below the elbow.
He carefully looked at his opponent for all the time of the exchanges of blows, he had not once struck the cursed half-elf.