Days had elapsed since Tobi found himself thrust into a realm shrouded in mystery.
Accompanying him was a girl of enigmatic origins, her presence a riddle yet to be solved. At her side walked a creature of primal essence, known only by the name Ponce.
Despite Naiara's vigilant gaze, Tobi couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that lingered in her presence.
Naiara's influence led Tobi to attempt seemingly impossible feats, like testing his strength by lifting increasingly massive boulders until they discovered he could hoist one the size of a mountain.
With each exertion of his strength, the ground trembled beneath him as he hoisted boulder after boulder, pushing his physical limits beyond measure. His muscles strained against the weight, yet his resolve remained unyielding, fueled by the desire to uncover the depths of his own power.
But it was in the realm of mana that Tobi truly began to realize his potential. With Naiara's gentle encouragement, he delved deep within himself, tapping into the mystical energies that flowed through his veins. As he unleashed his mana, a surge of power coursed through him, electrifying his senses and expanding his consciousness to unprecedented levels.
In that transcendent moment, Tobi became one with the very essence of the world around him. His awareness spanned far beyond the confines of his physical form, reaching out to touch every living being and element within a vast radius. It was as though he had become a conduit for the energy of the universe itself, his spirit soaring on the currents of boundless possibility.
Through Naiara's guidance and his own determination, Tobi had unlocked a profound connection to the world, revealing the latent potential that lay dormant within him. And as he stood amidst the swirling energies of mana, as Tobi unleashed his mana with unprecedented intensity, Naiara, his guide and mentor, stood by his side, her presence a steady anchor amidst the swirling currents of energy. Yet, as the power surged forth from Tobi's being, it soon became overwhelming, engulfing Naiara in its potent embrace.
At first, Naiara's demeanor remained composed, her expertise in mana manipulation allowing her to navigate the torrents of energy with practiced ease. But as the intensity grew, she began to falter, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure.
With a sudden realization, Tobi witnessed the toll his unleashed mana was taking on Naiara, her form wracked with spasms as the overwhelming sensation threatened to overwhelm her. In a moment of panic, he reached out to her, attempting to rein in the torrential flow of power that surrounded them.
But it was too late. With a final gasp, Naiara succumbed to the overwhelming force of Tobi's mana, her body going limp as she collapsed to the ground, unconscious and unresponsive.
As Tobi looked on in shock, a wave of guilt washed over him, realizing the unintended consequences of his actions. In his quest to unlock his latent potential, he had inadvertently endangered his mentor, casting her into the depths of unconsciousness with his unchecked power.
With Naiara lying motionless before him, Tobi knew that he must act quickly to rectify his mistake. Gathering his resolve, he focused his thoughts, channeling his mana with newfound precision as he sought to revive his fallen mentor.
As Tobi's mana shifted from its usual dark purple hue to a vibrant green, he felt a surge of determination coursing through him. Drawing upon the principles of healing magic that Naiara had imparted to him, he focused his thoughts with unwavering intensity, his mind a whirlwind of memories and teachings.
In his mind's eye, he could hear Naiara's voice echoing, her words a guiding light amidst the chaos of his thoughts. "No one is born with the ability to perform healing magic," she had said, her tone solemn yet filled with wisdom. "Unlike those with the light attribute, healing magic and dark magic are considered an anomaly in this world. When you encounter others, please refrain from using magic."
Though the meaning behind her words had eluded him at the time, now they resonated with a newfound clarity. With each syllable echoing in his mind, Tobi began to understand the delicate balance of magic in the world, and the consequences of wielding such power.
With a deep breath, Tobi focused his mana with unparalleled precision, weaving the intricate threads of healing magic with practiced skill. Drawing upon the knowledge imparted to him by Naiara, he channeled his energy into a single purpose: to heal, to restore, to mend.
As his mana enveloped Naiara's unconscious form, a soft glow emanated from his hands, suffusing her with a gentle warmth. With each passing moment, the injuries that had befallen her began to fade, replaced by the steady pulse of vitality and strength.
In that fleeting moment, Tobi realized the true potential of healing magic, and the responsibility that came with wielding such power. With Naiara's life hanging in the balance, he knew that he must harness every ounce of his strength and determination to bring her back from the brink of darkness.
As Tobi's healing magic flowed through Naiara, a similar scene unfolded in the heart of the mountains, where the monsters led by the orc chief lay battered and wounded. Moments ago, the suffocating grip of mana had threatened to overwhelm them, but now, as Tobi's healing energy reached them, it felt like the gentle touch of a benevolent deity.
The orc chief, his crimson eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude, watched as the injuries of his kin began to mend, the wounds closing before his very eyes. It was as if the very essence of life itself had infused their bodies, revitalizing them with newfound vigor and strength.
Beside him, Ragard looked on in wonder, his features softened by the miraculous sight unfolding before him. The younglings, once pale and weak, now stirred with renewed energy, their eyes alight with hope and determination.
A tear welled in Ragard's eye as he spoke, his voice trembling with emotion. "Aren't we meant to be forsaken by the goddess?" he asked, his words choked with disbelief. "Why, then, has she bestowed her blessing upon us? Why do we, creatures of darkness, now feel her divine touch?"
His question hung heavy in the air, echoing the confusion and uncertainty that gripped their hearts. The orc chief, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, pondered Ragard's words for a long moment before finally responding.
"We may be creatures of shadow, shunned by the light of the goddess and cast aside by the world," he began, his voice carrying a note of solemn reflection. "But perhaps there is more to her divine will than we can comprehend."
He turned to face Ragard, his eyes alight with a newfound resolve. "Perhaps in our darkest hour, when all hope seems lost and the shadows threaten to consume us, the goddess sees fit to extend her hand in mercy. Perhaps," he continued, his voice rising with conviction, "she recognizes the strength and resilience that lie within us, the same strength that has allowed us to endure and persevere against all odds, the humans are formidable foes, perhaps our from their onslaught has earned us grace in her presence."
Ragard nodded slowly, his tears now mingling with a sense of awe and gratitude. "Then let us accept this blessing, chief, I apologise for losing my composure," he said, his voice steadying with determination. "Let us embrace it as a testament to our inner strength and survive together."
With those words, the orc chief and his clan rose as one, their hearts filled with a newfound sense of hope and purpose. For in that moment, they knew that even in the darkest depths of despair, the light of the goddess could still shine bright, guiding them toward a future filled with freedom and peace.
In a split millisecond, a strange being materialized among them, his arrival heralded by an eerie sensation that sent shivers down their spines. His piercing blue eyes, glowing with an otherworldly intensity, seemed to pierce through the darkness.
Tall and imposing, he stood with an air of menace, his silver hair cascading down to his waist like strands of moonlight. His skin, dark as the night itself, reflected scant traces of light, lending him an ethereal aura that was both captivating and unnerving.
Mana, thick and palpable, swirled around him like a tempestuous storm, crackling with raw power and untamed energy. It enveloped him like a protective cloak, pulsating with an ominous glow that seemed to dance with malevolent intent.
In his hands, he cradled the lifeless form of a young girl, her limp body a stark contrast to the dark figure that held her. Her features, pallid and serene, belied the turmoil that raged within her, trapped between the realms of life and death.
As the strange being surveyed the gathered creatures with an inscrutable gaze, a sense of foreboding washed over them.
The orc chief stood rooted to the spot, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief. Ragard, usually composed and stoic, found himself frozen in place, his muscles tensed with an unspoken dread. As for the other monsters, they were utterly paralyzed, their usual bravado replaced by a palpable sense of unease and apprehension.
In the presence of this enigmatic being, even the most fearsome creatures felt a primal instinct urging them to flee, to seek refuge from the unknown terror that loomed before them. Yet, despite their overwhelming fear, they remained transfixed, unable to tear their gaze away from the mysterious figure and the lifeless girl he held in his arms.
The being vanished as swiftly as it had appeared, leaving behind an eerie silence that hung heavily in the air. The monsters exchanged uneasy glances, their minds reeling with questions and doubts. What had just transpired? Who was that mysterious figure, and what did his sudden appearance signify? With no answers forthcoming, they could only wait in tense anticipation, their senses on high alert for any further signs of danger.
In an instant, the orc chief was forcefully pummeled to the ground, his body trembling with the impact. Towering above him stood the enigmatic figure that had appeared earlier, his presence exuding an overwhelming aura of power. With a swift motion, he unleashed a torrent of suffocating mana, enveloping the orc chief in its crushing embrace once more. The chief struggled against the oppressive force, his strength waning as he fought to draw breath amidst the overwhelming pressure.
"Monsters," the being's voice echoed with a grim intensity, cutting through the tense silence like a blade.
In his final moments, the orc chief's vision blurred with tears and blood as he watched his clan being cut down one by one. Ragard's expression of despair was etched into his memory as he succumbed to the overwhelming force of the mysterious being.
As he lay dying, surrounded by chaos and death, the chief's mind seethed with resentment. He couldn't help but feel a bitter irony in being labeled a monster by the very entity that was ruthlessly slaughtering his people.
"I am weak," he admitted to himself, his voice barely a whisper amidst the chaos. With each fading heartbeat, he felt the darkness closing in, embracing him in its cold embrace.