Consumed by rage and madness, Fero rose to his feet, grabbing the System with pure anger and throwing her aside, "Don't fucking interfere." he spoke with a tone tainted by demonic fury.
And as he pushed the System aside, Fero leaped toward the ancestor, but in a different position. Instead of his head leading the charge, his legs faced the ancestor's face. A look of curiosity crossed the ancestor's features as Fero's legs hovered mere inches from his face.
With a wide triumphant grin twisted with madness, Fero shouted at the top of his lungs "AIR LEGS!!"
Time seemed to slow to a halt as Fero's legs inched closer to the ancestor's face, a surge of heat pulsating within his core before cascading down his legs like a tidal wave of raw energy. And then, in an instant, the world snapped back into focus, the air crackling with anticipation as a raging torrent of greenish energy erupted from Fero's feet, hurtling towards the ancestor with cataclysmic force.
The impact was nothing short of apocalyptic, a deafening cacophony of sound as the very foundation of the cave quaked beneath the ferocity of the collision. Rocks cascaded from the ceiling like a rain of jagged hail, the shockwave tearing through the air with a force that could send normal people flying.
The ancestor, his stoic facade momentarily shattered, grunted in defiance as he struggled to withstand the force of the spell. Teeth clenched in a grimace of sheer determination, he fought against the inescapable tide of power, each moment getting harder to stand his ground.
But it was a battle ultimately doomed to failure, as the sheer magnitude of Fero's spell proved too overwhelming to resist. As the cracks beneath the ancestor feet grew, the ancestor could no longer be on his feet and was sent hurtling backwards, his body crashing through the air like a ragdoll before colliding with the rocky walls of the cave, creating a massive crane in the rocky walls.
A veil of dust and smoke shrouded the aftermath, casting an eerie pall over the battlefield as a tense silence descended upon the cavern. Fero lay sprawled upon the ground, his chest heaving with exertion as he struggled to draw breath into his battered lungs. Across the cave, the ancestor lay motionless, obscured from view by the swirling haze of debris.
The System, her eyes wide with disbelief, could only stare in stunned silence at the scene unfolding before her. "How...?" she whispered, her voice barely audible above the din. "H-How? I di-didn't help him this time?"
Abruptly, the ancestor swung his arm, scattering the dust, and leaped down from the crane he had been thrown on.
Upon hitting the ground, his helmet cracked audibly. Then, as if from thin air, a surge of magic erupted from his body, his muscles straining with effort. The energy enveloped him, shattering the ground beneath him, while powerful winds scattered the dust.
"Now, I shall take you seriously!" the ancestor declared as a sword materialized in his hand, advancing menacingly toward Fero.
Fero's vision blurred as he attempted to rise, but he collapsed unconscious once more.
The systems face turned serious as she angrily stretched her hand toward the ancestor. With a sudden twist of her wrist, she forcefully clasped her hand, and in an instant, the crackling aura of magic surrounding the ancestor dissipated, leaving him without magic and back to his tiny form.
"Fero has fallen. Control yourself," she intoned, her voice resonating with an authority that overshadowed her small body, a stark contrast to her interactions with Fero.
As the tension on the battlefield gradually abated, a charged silence hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken questions. The ancestor and the System locked eyes in a tense standoff, a silent exchange of scrutiny and suspicion passing between them like a crackling current.
"How did he wield such formidable Len? It rivaled my own," the ancestor finally inquired, his voice edged with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
The world Fero was in used the world Len to describe Magic and Spells.
"I once taught him that Len in order to save his life, but I never anticipated he could harness it independently..." the System replied, her tone tinged with a hint of intrigue at the unexpected turn of events.
"Hmm... I see," the ancestor murmured, his gaze narrowing with suspicion, though he chose not to press the matter further. With a decisive nod, he vanished from the cavern and entered the systems dimension, leaving behind a lingering sense of unease.
With a firm grip on Fero's long, luscious hair, the System dragged him quickly outside the dungeon, and laid him amidst the soft embrace of the comfy grass outside.
And then, as swiftly as she had appeared, the System vanished into the ether, leaving Fero to his solitary vigil as he slowly recovered.
It was a day and a half before Fero regained consciousness, his magical reserves replenished and his senses alert. With a sudden start, he jolted upright, eyes wide with a mixture of disorientation and alarm, scanning his surroundings for signs of danger.
Realizing he was no longer within the confines of the cave, Fero exhaled a slow breath, his muscles relaxing as he took stock of his surroundings. "Hey, System, come out," he called out into the tranquil stillness.
In an instant, the familiar green glow of the System materialized before him, accompanied by the ethereal form of the fairy. "Yes?" she chirped, ever dutiful in her service.
"Go grab me some food from that sorry ass village. I'm fucking starving," Fero commanded, his tone brusque with hunger and impatience.
With a deferential bow, the diminutive fairy fluttered away towards the distant village, leaving Fero to his restless pacing.
As Fero stared at the system flying away, the tiny ancestor, his armored form materializing behind him and punched Fero's leg, "Student, how fare you?" the ancestor inquired, his voice tinged with a note of concern.
Fero spun around, his gaze locking onto the midget figure before him. "Did you just punch Me?" he demanded, his temper flaring at the audacity of the ancestral intrusion.
Before the ancestor could react, Fero delivered a swift kick to his armored visage, sending him hurtling several meters away. "Don't fucking touch me, you little shit!" Fero spat, his frustration boiling over into unchecked aggression.
Staggering to his feet, the ancestor shook his head in disbelief. "How dare you strike your master!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with wounded pride.
"Damn right I did. I know you defeated me now but mark my word, I will kill you!" Fero vowed, his voice dripping with killing intent.
A wry smile tugged at the corners of the ancestor's lips as he composed himself, adopting a stance of stoic acceptability. "Did it hurt your pride? Your defeat was inevitable, my student. But it is an honor for a master to die at the hands of his pupil. Your time will come, but for now, heed my guidance and continue your training," he counseled gracefully.
"Aight bet. Now that I have proven I am strong as fuck physically, teach me some magic after I've eaten something," Fero grumbled, rubbing at his throbbing head, wondering why it stung so bad...