NOVEL NEXT Chapter 52: Element Master
Warlock Ch 52. Element Master
But then, without hesitation, his hands moved again. This time, a gust of wind burst from his palms, swirling in a violent cyclone around him. The wind caught the jagged rocks, deflecting them away from him with brutal force. They shattered as they hit the spinning air, crumbling into dust.
'Wind?'
Another element. Another spell he shouldn't know.
The woman's eyes blazed with fury as she saw him counter her attack. She wasn't done yet. With a guttural scream, she summoned the sky itself. Lightning crackled in the dark clouds that formed above them, the air buzzing with electricity. She thrust her hands forward, and a bolt of lightning shot toward Damian, its blinding light cutting through the stormy sky.
Panic surged through Damian's veins. He had no time to think, no time to react—but something inside him knew what to do. His hands shot up, and instead of summoning a counter-element, the ground beneath him responded. A shield of stone and earth erupted in front of him, absorbing the impact of the lightning. The sound of thunder echoed in his ears, and the force of the strike shook the ground beneath his feet, but the stone shield held strong.
The woman's eyes widened, her fury now mixed with shock. "How...?" she muttered, her voice barely audible.
But she wasn't finished. Her movements grew more frantic, more desperate as she summoned the next element—wind. She whipped her arms in a wide arc, and a gust of powerful air slammed into Damian, lifting him off his feet, but he cast his Barrier. It was a powerful barrier, unlike his current one.
He landed as if the attack was nothing. The wind tried to knock him down. The air continued to swirl around him, threatening to pin him down. But Damian's barrier held back.
Damian fought back. His hands moved again, and this time, the ground answered him. Vines shot up from the earth, thick and twisted, wrapping around him like a fortress. Soon, the wind dissipated, and Damian stood, his breath heavy, his body aching but still capable of fighting.
The woman glared at him, her face twisted in rage and disbelief. She raised her hands once more, and this time, she summoned ice. Shards of sharp, deadly ice formed in the air around her. She flung them toward him with a furious cry, each shard aimed directly at his heart.
Damian's heart raced as he saw the attack coming, but something inside him—something deep and instinctive—knew what to do. He thrust his hands forward, and flames erupted from his palms, hotter and more ferocious than anything he'd ever felt before. The fire met the ice midair, melting the shards instantly and sending a shower of water raining down around them.
The woman recoiled, her eyes wide with disbelief and sadness. "So, it's all true..." she muttered under her breath.
Damian didn't know the answer. He didn't know how he was doing any of this. But what he did know was that he had to keep fighting. His body moved on its own, reacting to every spell she threw at him, countering each attack with an opposing element. Fire to water. Earth to wind. Light to darkness. Every time she attacked, he responded with something more powerful, something stronger.
It was like he wasn't just using the elements—he was mastering them.
The battle raged on, the sky flashing with lightning, the earth shaking beneath their feet as the elements clashed in a violent storm of power. But with every attack, Damian could feel something inside him growing—something dark, something powerful. It was like a well of magic deep within him, and with each spell, he was drawing more and more from it.
And with it came the pain.
Every time he cast a spell, every time he countered one of her attacks, the pain in his chest grew sharper, more intense. It wasn't just physical—it was emotional, like something was breaking inside him with each moment that passed.
Damian gritted his teeth, his heart pounding as he hurled another spell at her—this time, a blast of pure energy that sent her flying backward. But even as he fought, even as he pushed himself harder, he couldn't shake the feeling that she was right. That no matter what he did, no matter how hard he fought, he would always bring destruction in his wake.
The woman stumbled as she landed, her body battered and bruised, but she wasn't done. She raised her arms one last time, her voice shaking with fury. "You don't even know what you are," she shouted, her voice echoing through the storm. "And never will!"
She thrust her hands forward, and the sky itself seemed to tear open. A vortex of wind, lightning, and darkness swirled around her, growing larger and larger until it threatened to consume everything in its path. Damian's eyes widened in horror as he saw the spell building—this was it. This was the final blow.
But then, something snapped inside him.
Without thinking, without hesitating, Damian raised his hands. But this time, it wasn't just an element he summoned. It was everything. Fire, water, earth, wind, light, and darkness—all of it surged from him in a wave of raw power, crashing into the vortex with a force that shook the very ground beneath them.
For a moment, the world stood still. The swirling vortex of wind, lightning, and darkness loomed before Damian, pulsating with raw, destructive power. Everything was on the verge of collapse—he could feel it. The pressure in the air was so intense it was suffocating, crushing. He knew if this continued, it would be the end. Of everything.
"Stop!" Damian shouted, his voice hoarse, his throat raw. His hands stretched forward, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear. "If we keep going, everything will perish! The people here, the city, you and me—it'll all be gone!"
The woman stood in the center of the chaos. She looked almost... peaceful in the middle of the storm, as if she had already accepted her fate.