As Cyan delved deeper into the magic tower's secrets, he stumbled upon a spell of immense power. But there was a catch - it was forbidden. This spell required the sacrifice of many practitioners and would inflict a painful backlash on the caster's soul. It was a risky endeavor, but Cyan was willing to take that chance.
The forbidden nature of the spell extended beyond the lives it claimed. It entailed a severe backlash to the soul of the caster, causing unimaginable pain and potential long-term consequences. The risks associated with such a powerful undertaking were grave and had deterred many from attempting it.
You see, despite his humble beginnings and the lack of support from his family, Cyan never forgot where he came from. He yearned to return to his home, to see his friends again if possible . The magic tower had become his refuge, but it couldn't replace the warmth and belonging he sought. Though the Federation never gave him warmth it was still his place of origin.
However, he understood that true progress rarely came without sacrifice. Cyan's willingness to face the perils of the forbidden spell was a testament to his unwavering determination. He was prepared to venture into the depths of adversity, no matter the cost, in order to achieve his ultimate goal—returning to the place he called home.
Drawing the intricate contours of the large-scale spell consumed Cyan's life for a decade. The magic tower's hidden nature provided a shield, keeping his activities concealed from the eyes of the outside world. In a serendipitous twist of fate, the universe seemed to lend him a helping hand. The appearance of more powerful practitioners meant greater potential for sacrifice to fuel the spell's potency.
There was no guilt in Cyan's heart as he utilized the practitioners of the Moon world for his cause. After all, they had shown no mercy towards him, eager to end his life. In his eyes, he was simply returning the favor, leveling the playing field by employing their own desires as the source of the needed sacrifice.
As he meticulously prepared for his journey back home, Cyan took precautions to ensure his well-being. He brewed soul repair potions, recognizing the toll his return might have on both his physical and inner self. He understood that the pain he had endured should not define his future, and he was determined to find solace and happiness upon his return.
For Cyan, the point of coming back was not simply to live in pain. It was about finding a sense of belonging, and leaving a mark on the Federation. With every stroke of the spell and every preparation he made, he sought to craft a future filled with joy, love, and fulfillment.
Cyan's gaze met the expectant faces of the crowd gathered before him, and a shiver crept down his spine. The weight of responsibility bore down on his shoulders, but he refused to let fear consume him. With resolve in his heart, he stepped forward, determined to carry out his plan. The success of the spell hinged on these practitioners stepping into the designated magic circle.
As Cyan emerged from the confines of the magic barrier, a murmur rippled through the onlookers. A sense of anticipation filled the air as the spectators noticed a subtle shift in the barrier. Curiosity and excitement sparked, drawing everyone closer towards the enchanted boundaries.
Just as the crowd converged on the barrier, a vigilant practitioner caught sight of a shadowy figure emerging from within. Intrigue mingled with apprehension as they pondered the mysterious presence. Whispers and gasps cascaded through the gathering, adding an electric energy to the atmosphere.
With bated breath, they awaited further revelations, unaware of the spell Cyan had painstakingly orchestrated. The suspense thickened, and the anticipation of what would unfold next reverberated through the crowd, gripping them with an unbreakable sense of fascination.
"Someone is emerging!" cried out one of the practitioners, his voice cutting through the gathering. All eyes turned towards the figure that materialized from the barrier, creating a stir among the crowd.
Cyan couldn't help but smirk, amusement dancing across his lips as he surveyed the multitude of faces fixated on him. The hunger in their gazes was palpable, their desire for his possession evident. Unperturbed by their greed, he reveled in their astonishment at his unexpected appearance.
Amidst the murmurs of the onlookers, a figure adorned in a magnificent mage robe stepped forward, exuding an aura of authority. His words dripped with arrogance, as if he held all the power in his hands. "Cyan, by the order of the magician association, surrender the tower. In return, we shall grant you protection and honor, bestowing upon you the esteemed title of elder."
The utterance of these words sent shockwaves through the surrounding crowd. Some faces twisted into sneers, their disdain for both Cyan and the association becoming palpable,still no one dare to voice their discontent because no one could go toe to toe with the powers behind the association.
The proposition laid bare the underlying tensions and rivalries that permeated the magician association, causing a mix of emotions to ripple through the assembly.
Cyan's voice rang out, a defiant edge cutting through the air. He harbored no concern for the elder's reaction, fully aware of the association's hidden motives. The facade of offering him an elder position was nothing more than a ploy to confine and control him, and he harbored no illusions about their true intentions. In this murky world, trust was a rare commodity, and Cyan wasn't about to unwittingly place himself in harm's way.
With a hardened resolve, he spoke his mind, challenging the elder's words.
"What if I don't want to hand over the tower?" Cyan's retort dripped with defiance as he dismissed the association's claims. "Nobody here is a fool. It's clear that the association merely seeks to claim the tower for themselves, to wield its power exclusively. The supposed promise of an elder position is merely a smokescreen, a means to bind and control me. Who's to say they won't dispose of me once they have what they want?"
The elder's face contorted in anger, but he attempted to maintain a facade of reason, attempting to stand on the high moral ground.
"The tower is not something that should belong to an individual," he stated, his voice laced with authority. "Only when it is in the hands of the association can its power be safeguarded and utilized for the greater good."
Cyan's eyes narrowed, skepticism etched into his features. He saw through the elder's words, recognizing them as veiled attempts to manipulate and subdue him. The association's lust for power was becoming all too evident, and this further cemented Cyan's choice.