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Chapter 77 - Side Chapter: Rowena Lomius  

Rowena Lomius, the strongest Eldoan Mage in the world of Eldan, wasn't always the formidable figure she is today. To understand her rise to power, we must journey back to when she was just 10 years old.

 

 

The Lomius family was a direct descendant of Belz Lomius, the Mother of Magic and the strongest mage in history. Even at a young age, Rowena was a prodigy, mastering a variety of spells and displaying an affinity for all four elements: water, wind, fire, and earth. Despite her extraordinary talents, there was someone she deeply admired: her older brother, Roan Lomius.

 

 

Roan, at 30 years old, was not a prodigy like Rowena. He had affinities for only two elements, water and fire, but he was renowned for his relentless work ethic. Through sheer determination, Roan had reached the status of a 5th circle magician, proving that even without innate talent, one could achieve greatness. This steadfast resolve and perseverance were what Rowena admired most about her brother.

 

 

On a bright afternoon, Rowena was in the middle of her rigorous training, focusing on combining wind and fire to create a formidable technique. Her small training ground was surrounded by tall trees, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. The sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Rowena stood in the center, her eyes closed in concentration.

 

 

"By the breath of the tempest and the fury of the flame, I summon the Pyrotempest!" Rowena declared, extending both hands forward with her palms facing outward. She began to channel her magical energy.

 

 

She started by summoning a powerful gust of wind, swirling it around her body. The wind formed a vortex, spinning faster and faster, creating a mini-tornado around her. Next, she channeled fire magic into the swirling wind. Flames began to spark and flicker within the vortex, gradually growing into a roaring inferno.

 

 

However, the spell quickly became uncontrollable. The vortex of fire and wind started to spiral out of control, threatening to engulf Rowena. Panic surged through her as she realized she couldn't stabilize the magic.

 

 

"I'm going to die!" Rowena thought, her eyes wide with fear.

 

 

Suddenly, a figure appeared beside her. With a swift motion, the figure froze the chaotic spell, dissipating the fire and calming the wind.

 

 

"You shouldn't use magic recklessly, Rowena!" the figure shouted.

 

 

Rowena turned to see her brother, Roan, standing there with a look of concern etched on his face.

 

 

"Roan brother!" Rowena exclaimed, relief washing over her.

 

 

Roan smiled, though he sighed heavily. "I should scold you, but seeing your face, I just can't bring myself to do it."

 

 

Rowena grinned, her fear replaced by a warm feeling of safety. "You spoil me too much." she said playfully.

 

 

Roan ruffled her hair affectionately. "I can't help it. You're my little sister."

 

 

The bond between them was strong, a foundation of love and mutual respect that would support Rowena through her journey to becoming the strongest mage in Eldan. The impact that Roan had on Rowena was profound, shaping her into the mage she is today. Now, let me tell you what really happened during those years...

 

 

Timeline: Era of Arcane 630 CE, Month: Adam and Eve Dawn, 5/30

 

 

Roan Lomius stood in the grand office of his father, Dulain Lomius, the patriarch of the Lomius family. The Lomius family held immense power, second only to the king himself. The office was a reflection of their stature, with tall bookshelves filled with ancient tomes, and a large window offering a view of their vast estate.

 

 

Dulain, a stern man with a commanding presence, looked at his son with intense eyes. "Beastfolk are becoming stronger," he began. "They have a formidable commander. It's said that his abilities can manipulate metals."

 

 

Roan, standing tall despite his father's imposing demeanor, furrowed his brow. "What?"

 

 

"I need you to go to the battlefield and defeat that monster!" Dulain commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

 

 

Roan hesitated. "As you wish, Father. But..."

 

 

Dulain's eyes narrowed. "What?"

 

 

"Is there really no choice but to continue fighting the Beastfolk?" Roan asked, his voice tinged with a mix of defiance and weariness.

 

 

Dulain's face contorted with anger. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded, his voice rising. "Are you trying to sympathize with the Beastfolk? Remember, they are monsters! Beasts!"

 

 

Roan, taking a deep breath, sighed. "But..." He stopped himself, knowing it was futile to argue. "Okay, Father, if you say so."

 

 

Dulain's expression softened slightly, but his tone remained firm. "Don't disappoint me, son. Your brothers and sisters died in that war. You and your sister are all that's left. Despite your lack of talent, I still consider you my son. Remember that!"

 

 

Roan clenched his fists, a mix of frustration and determination welling up inside him. "Yes, Father."

 

 

"Good," Dulain said, his voice cold and authoritative. "Prove your worth to me. Show that you're not a useless son."

 

 

Roan replied, "Yes, Father."

 

 

Then Roan left the office, his mind racing with thoughts of duty and family. He knew the weight of his father's expectations and the legacy of the Lomius family rested heavily on his shoulders. Despite his father's harsh words, Roan was determined to protect his family and prove his worth, even if it meant facing insurmountable odds on the battlefield.

 

 

His footsteps echoed through the grand halls of the family estate as he made his way to his chambers. There, he found Rowena practicing her spells, her face a mask of concentration. Seeing her brother, she stopped and smiled.

 

 

"Brother! Did Father give you another mission?" she asked, her eyes shining with admiration.

 

 

Roan nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes, he did.

 

 

Rowena's expression turned serious. "Be careful, Brother. But I know you can do it. You've always win every battle hehehhe"

 

 

Roan's heart swelled with pride and affection for his sister. "Thank you... And I'll be careful, Rowena. I promise."

 

 

As he prepared for the journey ahead, Roan knew that the bond he shared with his sister would be his greatest source of strength. No matter the challenges he faced, he was determined to return home and continue guiding Rowena, just as he always had.

 

 

But alas the faith didnt agree on what Roan thinking as he died in the battlefield 1 week later

 

 

One Week Later

 

 

Rowena continued to develop the technique she desperately wanted to master, hoping to surprise her brother who always taught her about magic and offered invaluable tips.

 

 

As she trained, an informant from their family suddenly shouted news from the entrance of their house.

 

 

Rowena, brimming with enthusiasm, rushed to meet the informant. "What's happening? Did my brother defeat the enemy? Did he kill the Beastfolk? Did he win?" she asked, her questions spilling out one after another.

 

 

The informant hesitated, his face pale. "I, uh..."

 

 

Rowena's excitement turned to impatience. "Say it! What's happening?"

 

 

The informant swallowed hard. "My lady, um... Sir Roan..."

 

 

Seeing the informant's face, Rowena felt a sharp ache in her heart. "Tell me, please. Did he win?"

 

 

The informant's voice trembled as he delivered the devastating news. "He died... on the battlefield..."

 

 

Rowena's world shattered. Denial surged through her, and she kept repeating, "No, no, no, no, no. You must be joking. You must be joking." Her voice grew more frantic with each repetition.

 

 

Anger and grief overwhelmed her. Rowena cast a spell, fire emitting from her hands. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with fury. "How dare you lie to me!" she shouted, her voice shaking with emotion. "I am Rowena Lomius!"

 

 

The informant recoiled, his fear evident. "My lady, I swear it's the truth. Sir Roan fell in battle."

 

 

Rowena's fiery magic flickered, her anger giving way to an all-consuming sorrow. The flames in her hands extinguished as she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "No... Roan..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

 

 

In the days that followed, Rowena's grief transformed into a steely determination. The loss of her brother became the catalyst for her unwavering resolve to become the strongest mage in Eldan. She vowed to honor Roan's memory by surpassing even the greatest mages in history. Roan's death was a tragic turning point, but it also ignited a fire within Rowena that would lead her to greatness.

 

 

That tragic day marked the beginning of a deep-seated hatred within Rowena's heart. Her sorrow and loss twisted into an intense animosity toward the Beastfolk. The memory of her brother's death fueled her loathing, and she began to see all Beastfolk as the enemy, responsible for her pain and the loss of her beloved brother.

 

 

The legacy of Roan's death and Rowena's rise to power had left a lasting impact on Eldan. While Rowena's strength was widely admired, her intense hatred for the Beastfolk created deep divisions and conflict. Once filled with love and admiration for her brother was now consumed by a desire for vengeance and a deep-seated hatred that shaped her destiny.

 

 

As Rowena dedicated herself to her studies and training with an unyielding fervor. Every spell she mastered and every skill she improved was fueled by her desire to avenge her brother Roan and defend her people. Her abilities grew stronger, and she quickly became known as a prodigy. People came to recognize her name, Rowena Lomius, as a symbol of extraordinary power and skill.

 

 

Years passed, and Rowena became incredibly powerful. Her name was known everywhere for her unmatched strength and skill. Fueled by her deep hatred for the Beastfolk, she fought in many battles, winning most of them and proving herself as the strongest mage in Eldan.

 

 

Then the Beastfolk came to recognize Rowena Lomius as their greatest adversary. Her reputation as the Beastfolk Hunter spread far and wide, and she was known for her merciless tactics and unmatched power. Her battles were not just about victory but about making a statement—a declaration that no Beastfolk could stand against her wrath.

 

 

Rowena's ongoing attacks against the Beastfolk made her infamous among them. They saw her as a monster and spoke of her with fear and hatred. To them, Rowena wasn't just an enemy—she was a symbol of their suffering and their biggest threat.

 

 

She was not just the strongest mage in Eldan but a figure of terror among the Beastfolk. Her name, Rowena Lomius, was etched into their history as the ultimate hunter and the embodiment of their nightmares.

 

 

 

As Rowena, in her quest to remain the strongest mage and secure her place in history, could not ignore the growing legend of Colerio. His abilities, combined with his intriguing past, piqued her interest. He reminded her of her brother in some ways—their dedication, their relentless drive, and their profound impact on those around them. Even though their stories were different, Colerio's steadfastness and resolve brought back memories of Roan, deeply affecting Rowena.

 

 

But Colerio's full story and how it connects with Rowena's will be told later. For now, Rowena Lomius's legacy as Eldan's greatest mage is a testament to her fierce drive for power and her relentless quest for revenge that had ultimately forged her into the mage she was today.

 

 

The end