Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate’s Second Chance

37. The New Technique

Time passed slowly while he waited for his injuries to heal, he spent most of his time exploring the legacy alongside his master. After his extensive research which was mostly filled with random hypothesis he was able to come to the conclusion that he had no idea what soul essence was or how to make use of it.

It was more of a letdown but there was still good news to it. Taking into consideration his ability to get stronger with the consumption of beast cores he had come to realise that his mana still grew on its own, the only difference now was that the limit of mana he could cultivate on his own had increased. This was as a result of having his mana core improved by the beast core he had consumed.

After learning his meditations Eryndor realised that he did not have to absorb mana from the environment actively, his body could do it naturally like any average mage. That did not mean he did not need to consume beast cores, it just meant he could not maintain his mana much better than before.

But if he wanted his mana growth to increase he would have to consume more beast cores, another reason why he wanted to recover as soon as he could. Eryndor did not waste his time contemplating on idle matter, he was on a time frame. He dedicated himself to learning his uncles sword technique on his own while maintaining his uncles body tempering art that used flame attribute, he also incorporated his wind magic.

What started as a hobby soon turned into something of an obsession. He struggled to keep everything he had learned working in sync for the first few days, this would lead him to get angry and start all over, at times he would go down to re-memorizing the mana veins due to a number of new veins growing. The first few weeks of this went without any major improvement, he had even less time as he had to practice with his uncle on the basics of flame magic which was his uncle's specialty.

Eryndor had to develop his wind magic on his own.

There were six basic forms of magic: wind magic, fire magic, earth magic, water magic, blood magic, dark magic and holy magic. Blood, dark and holy were rare so people mostly never made contact with these magics. Eryndor who aspired to learn all forms of magic did not bother about this hurdle because he was still in his early years.

It was poor to specialise in only element, a real mage was supposed to be versed in all fields of the four major elements. Thought there were times when these mages would later chose a path to follow and become the best in such fields, to Eryndor this was pure stupidity, why chose so many fields when you can just learn them all. Thalvarin was different, apparently he wanted to be the beast at flame magic and after years of hardship training he had become the greatest flame user in the world though this fact was oblivious to Eryndor himself.

This goal had Dulles Thalvarin's connection to the other base forms of magic leaving Eryndor to teach himself wind magic and without any notes of pointers he had to mimic the use of flame magic into his practice.

One day at the end of the month Eryndor made a breakthrough in the problem that had been at his throat for so long. It really had nothing to do with his teaching but he had done it.

It was during one of his intense practices in his room at midnight, his joints were aching from the stress of the day but he was pushing himself much harder. Incorporating the basics sword swings his uncle had drilled into him whuoe sustaining his flame body art, at the last moment of his form he decided to try to add his wind magic to his form and was amazed by the results.

His feet moved nimbly and the flames on his body burned hotter, the wooden flame he had in hand started to smoke. Feeling this change Eryndor did not stop, his unquenchable thirst to perfect something he had thought of himself egged him on. He pushed past his limits not caring for his safety, putting everything into one body he lunged forward and the something even stranger happened.

Eryndor had become able to run the routes of his body mana veins on instinct that he did something strange that day, thinking of rhe woiden sword as an extension of his body he unknowingly caught a glimpse of its mana veins. If was only for a split second but Eryndor's instinct he had built on understanding the mana veins clicked in and in that split second he poured both forms of his magic coupled with his basic sword technique, everything went into the sword.

Something materialised in thin air, it appeared like a crimson blade surrounded by funnels of wind, with was barely a few inches longer and half his size. The blade was so fast that it shot forward with a vacuum of wind and heat, a second later it vanished but not after leaving a thing slash on the wall. Eryndor felt drained and his fatigue overwhelming him he dropped to his knees and started to gasp for air.

But that was not the strangest thing of all, all the while Eryndor had been hovering off the ground by a few feets. Confusing drew a thing line on the young prince's weary face as he thought to himself.

"Just what was that attack just now? Was I flying earlier? Why is my mana core empty right now?" Try as he might he could not recover the feeling and was soon overwhelmed by sleep. As he slept the sensation never left him, that strange tingling of two power couplings colliding into each other to achieve a synchronized flow.

Eryndor slept with the believe that he had just come up with a new move that was exclusive only to him.