"Now, it's your turn, Roah," Roxy said with a smile, looking at the boy who stood a head shorter than her.
After a moment of silence, Roah asked, "If I say I can't do it, will you stay?"
Learning this spell signified Roxy's departure, and he wasn't ready to let her go.
She was one of the few people he cared about in this world. Her leaving filled him with an undeniable melancholy.
Though she was far from perfect—her sleep habits chaotic, her pride often on display, and her occasional arrogance evident—Roah couldn't deny how much he adored her. He loved her hair, her scent, and the softness of her hands.
If she left, it would leave a void he wasn't sure how to fill.
Roxy froze for a moment, then chuckled softly, her lips curling into a gentle smile. Her smile, warm like the spring breeze in April, brushed against Roah's heart.
She lightly tapped his head with her fingers. "Of course not," she replied. "Traveling is a way to grow stronger. You know that, Roah. In this world, strength is the only assurance of survival. I'm not a prodigy like you—I'm just an ordinary person. I need to find my own way to grow stronger. I can't always depend on you, can I?"
Roah sighed, realizing he couldn't argue with her.
Rudeus, watching from the sidelines, blinked. He noticed the rare, tender smile on Roxy's face—a smile he had never seen before. In his eyes, Roxy was usually stoic, her emotions reserved. Yet, at this moment, she looked radiant, like a spring bloom.
Listening to their exchange, Rudeus silently acknowledged that there was more to their relationship than met the eye.
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Roah didn't know what thoughts were racing through Rudeus's mind. He pulled out the wand Roxy had gifted him. The wand was a simple beginner's tool, about one and a half feet long, with a red magic stone embedded at its tip.
Taking a deep breath, Roah held the wand firmly in his hand. The calm expression on his youthful face turned solemn, his golden eyes reflecting a fiery determination.
Suddenly, a torrent of magic surged out of him, pitch-black and tumultuous, swirling around his body. The chaotic energy flowed into the wand, causing the red gem to glow brighter and brighter.
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"Oh, great spirit of water," Roah's voice was soft yet carried an unyielding power, resonating across the field.
The clear blue sky darkened as ominous clouds began to gather, swallowing the sunlight. Rudeus, noticing the sudden shift, whistled in awe.
Even Roxy, who rarely showed surprise, was taken aback. Her lips parted slightly as she watched Roah.
The boy stood there like a ruler commanding the heavens, his golden hair dancing in the howling wind. His youthful face carried a regal, almost divine, indifference.
The wind whipped around him, loyal to his every move, while the air thrummed with an intense energy. Elemental forces surged toward him, converging in an overwhelming display of power.
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"Child of the rising thunder,
Hear my wish,
Grant us your tempestuous blessing."
The red gem on his wand pulsed with a blinding light, radiating crimson brilliance. The surrounding air roared with instability, leaves and debris swirling in the chaos.
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"Show your might to the insignificant,
The hammer of the gods striking the anvil."
As his chant continued, the atmosphere reached a fever pitch. The sky was fully obscured by thick clouds, while the earth beneath their feet trembled. The wind howled louder, bending trees and breaking branches.
Roah's voice, though soft, dominated the storm. He felt an exhilarating rush as the magic coursed through him. At that moment, he was the god of this domain, wielding the raw power of nature.
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"Let the floodwaters drown the earth,
Let the downpour rage,
Cumulonimbus!"
The red gem on the wand shone with an intense glow before shattering with a crisp crack. Its fragments scattered to the ground as the spell completed.
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The result was nothing short of apocalyptic.
The heavens opened, unleashing a torrential downpour. The wind roared like a dragon, tearing through the field and ripping trees from their roots. A colossal bolt of lightning struck the earth, leaving behind a smoldering crater.
The once tranquil landscape transformed into a scene of utter devastation. Mountains crumbled, reduced to rubble. The forest was obliterated, its trees scorched to charcoal. The earth itself seemed to cry out under the relentless assault.
The rain fell for what felt like an eternity, accompanied by deafening thunderclaps. Lightning danced across the heavens, each bolt tearing through the air with savage precision. When the storm finally abated, a surreal silence fell over the land.
What remained was unrecognizable. The once lush and vibrant terrain had been leveled. Trees, rocks, and soil—all had been swept away or destroyed. The earth was scarred, its surface pocked with craters and scorched black by lightning.
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Roxy stood there, stunned. Her voice trembled as she murmured, "This… this isn't just Water Saint-class magic. This… this could rival the power of the legendary Water King-class spells."
She turned to look at Roah, her expression a mixture of awe and disbelief. The boy, still holding the broken wand, stood amidst the aftermath of his creation—a living testament to the raw potential that burned within him.
Roxy had no words. What she had just witnessed was beyond her comprehension, and it left her questioning the very limits of magic itself.
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T/N: Same like Roxy, im also questioning myself, should I continue? Honestly i dont like it, the fanfic, it doesnt give me the spark to translate it, suggest me a good one to translste, ill consider it.