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TWL Chapter 241: A Dance with Elemental Titans
🕑 Added 2024-10-23 23:44:47 +0000 UTC"What should we do next?" Lann asked.
Hearing the question, Vesemir instructed: "First, you must exhaust all your magical energy. Then, sit on your knees and begin meditating. We will light the four braziers and activate the magic circle to help you channel more magical energy."
"Exhaust all my energy?" Lann raised his eyebrows.
Vesemir nodded. "Any problems? Draining your energy reserves will allow you to better receive energy from the environment."
Lann shrugged, walked straight forward and knelt on the ground, then raised his left hand to the sky.
[Aard Sign - Magic Burst]!
A fierce wind erupted from his palm, carrying with it the natural air currents of the mountain and dispersing the nearby clouds in all directions.
The witchers' hair and cloaks fluttered violently. Those who were closer narrowed their eyes and took a few steps back to avoid the pressure of the wind.
"It's really impressive." Vesemir said, astonished, addressing the old druid. "Did I hear that right? You've been a witcher for less than two years? And you can already generate magical power of this magnitude? A normal apprentice would hardly be used to using signs at this point."
Mousesack tilted his head slightly with a discreet smile. "More than that."
"Oh?" Vesemir didn't know what Mousesack meant.
Meanwhile, the storm of telekinetic energy continued to stir the sky in front of them. Ten breaths, twenty, fifty, one hundred breaths...
After a few minutes, Vesemir was already starting to sweat.
But Lann's left hand remained raised, still firing powerful bursts.
In the midst of the storm, Lambert cast a puzzled glance at Coën, who also watched in amazement.
"Shut up, I know what you want to ask." Coën scolded impatiently. "I can't do it!"
After waiting for a long time, the mountain fog was completely gone from everyone's sight. Lann finally put down his left hand with a pale face and began to breathe heavily. His magic power was finally exhausted.
Vesemir shook his head and stepped forward to light the braziers in the four corners of the altar.
He was about to tell Lann something else, but saw the young witcher raised his hand again embarrassedly.
"My magic power seems to have recovered a little..."
Vesemir's face remained expressionless. "Use the [Igni Sign] and enter meditation immediately after using it. Otherwise, I'm worried that these braziers will be blown out by you, which will continue to delay time."
Lann nodded.
A large amount of flames shot into the sky, and the heat wave caused the witchers watching to be unable to help but take another step back.
Fortunately, this time it only lasted for a few breaths before it stopped.
Lann dropped to his knees and, relaxing his body, began to breathe slowly, until his breathing was barely noticeable, entering a state of deep meditation.
With the braziers lit, Vesemir lit the candles as well. He did so with quick, precise movements. When he finished and turned around, he saw that Lann was already deep in meditation.
The medallions the witchers wore on their chests began to vibrate more intensely, indicating that some entity had begun to connect with the chaotic energy of the environment, causing the magic in the air to become denser.
"He went into trance that fast?" Vesemir exclaimed, unable to remember how many times he had already done so that day.
The speed with which someone could connect with chaotic energy largely reflected their ability to meditate. Vesemir knew, however, that Lann had only been a witcher for a little over a year, and that he had learned the meditation technique by taking advantage of small free moments during diplomatic missions with Triss.
Seeing Lann's speed now, even Geralt and the other witchers, who had trained since they were children, would have to feel ashamed.
Mousesack stroked his beard with a smile. "It must be because of the Elder Blood. You can also see it as an innate magical source. People with that ability have a natural connection with magic, so this kind of phenomenon is normal."
Vesemir looked at Lann, then at Mousesack, and finally back at Geralt, Eskel, and Lambert, who were all trying to hide their discomfort.
In the end, it was Geralt who, after thinking about it, commented: "I also connected quickly the first time I meditated."
It's a shame that nobody paid attention to him anymore.
...
Lann felt that his five senses were magnified.
No, it wasn't exactly his senses. He couldn't hear the others talking behind him.
But I could 'hear' the birdsong, the rustling of the leaves, the murmur of the water...
It didn't make sense. Wasn't it winter? Where were those birds and that rustling of leaves coming from?
Although he was confused, his body relaxed even further. Then, he heard the crackling of flames, the rumble of thunder, and… a humming sound he couldn’t identify.
His mind became calmer, and magical energy flowed through him, powerful and surging. Chaotic energy swirled around him, forming a web of natural elements.
Suddenly, Lann felt something boiling in his body. It was the Elder Blood, his own blood, the blood that could give a person a magical physique from nothing, and the destined power of salvation.
Chaotic energy seemed to form a vortex, pouring into Lann's body continuously. In a place that Lann didn't notice at all, a skill in the system panel suddenly lit up.
[Dimension Travel]
It was an ability that, when first activated, drained all of Lann's magic. And despite the massive expenditure of magic, the result only allowed him to briefly glimpse countless planes, failing to actually reach another world.
At this moment, the energy provided by the circle of elements finally met the conditions for the skill to be activated, like an external energy source, illuminating it.
Lann felt his body grow light, and his consciousness began to rise, separating from his body. This time was different from the first time the ability was awakened; instead of being able to choose between many worlds, the [Dimension Travel] ability seemed to have a fixed destination.
If Lann had to describe it, before he was exploring and building his own path, but now it was as if he had found a path already built by others, and he was simply following it.
He remembered the name of the place where he was: the Circle of Elements. Now he understood better where he was going.
Looking up, he saw four glowing orbs in the dark, ancient sky, surrounded by waves of elemental energy, shining like stars.
…
Before him stretched a fiery, orange sky. Fireballs fell constantly, incinerating everything in their path. Endless volcanoes, rivers of lava, rocky slopes and dancing flames made up the landscape of this world.
Behind him, a purple and pink ocean spread out. An endless sea, rocky peaks rising to the clouds, steep cliffs and frequent storms dominated the scene.
To his left, huge blocks of earth shook under the sound of crushing rocks and the rumbling of the earth. Rock, stone and vast plains were the constant.
To his right was a completely chaotic world, where only air and storms reigned. There were no solids; it was a place of pure chaos.
These were the elemental planes. Universes separated by the Conjunction of the Spheres from the material plane in which Lann finds himself.
Before Lann could react, four enormous figures emerged from the various planes. Each had the appearance and characteristics of their own elemental plane, and they all shared a look of immense wisdom and an overwhelming presence.
Lann felt a chill: they were the Elementa rulers of each elemental plane!
Lann knew that in his current state, he had no chance against them.
The four Elementa roared at their elemental counterparts as soon as they appeared. They were imposing, but they quickly calmed down, establishing a sort of silent understanding between them. Although they had no eyes, Lann clearly felt that all their gazes were fixed on him.
A chill ran through Lann's body again. In those gazes there was judgment, hatred, contempt, and... greed.
He was in trouble.
Four forces locked onto Lann and gave him no time to react. In an instant, they grabbed him, pulling him in opposite directions. His spiritual body, unable to resist, began to distort and twist into grotesque shapes.
Every second was like a poisonous needle piercing his cells. An unbearable pain ran through his entire being. He wanted to scream, but his physical body still remained in the Circle of Elements, and he was only a spiritual body.
Desperate, Lann opened the system panel and began frantically activating the ability [Dimensional Travel].
Immediately, his magic power began to drain like an overflowing river, but the four forces also increased their pressure, fighting against the power of the system.
Lann could feel that the system had the upper hand in this confrontation. However, in just a breath of time, his magic power reached the bottom. Unlike when he had just arrived here, this time there was no energy provided by the elemental planes to replenish his magic power.
In the midst of the darkness, a dull, sinister laugh filtered through the air. It was like a gale, an avalanche, a scorching fire or a tsunami.
Lann's consciousness gradually blurred.
Just as the four forces were dragging him with greater intensity, about to tear his spirit apart, suddenly, he heard a voice that seemed terribly familiar.
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Axell
Thanks for the chapter 😁
