Chapter 7: Foundations of Arcana
Six Frenzied Howlers circled like living siege engines, their rust-colored fur quivering with embedded shrapnel that sang in harmonic dissonance. Finn's greatsword erupted in vermillion flames as he channeled combat aura - not mere enhancement, but raw crystallized violence given form.
"Rending Gale!" The lead Howler's maw distended impossibly wide, disgorging a scything windblade that screamed through the clearing. Finn pivoted with dancer's grace, his burning blade intercepting the attack in a corona of sparks that etched fractal patterns across nearby trees.
Kael's staff flared crimson. "Stellar Ignition!" The incantation tore from his lips in perfect High Arcane, conjured flames spiraling into a roseate helix that punched through a Howler's reinforced ribcage. Beside him, Griffin barely completed the same Tier II spell half a breath later, his academic precision no match for Kael's instinctive fluency.
The wounded beasts' blood sizzled where it struck Finn's aura-enhanced blade, releasing acrid smoke that stung the eyes. Griffin stared at the carnage through watering vision - where his attack had merely scorched fur, Kael's identical spell had liquefied organs.
"Impossible..." The scholar-mage's analytical mind short-circuited. Identical verbal components. Same somatic gestures. Yet Kael's fire burned with prismatic intensity suggesting...
"Phoenix Down!" Kael's voice cracked like a thunderclap. From the Emberroot Staff's core, a primordial fire wyrm materialized, its maw gaping with annihilating hunger. The conflagration didn't merely consume - it unraveled molecular bonds, reducing a 500-pound Howler to ionized particles dancing in solar winds.
Griffin's throat constricted. "That's no Tier III..."
The remaining Howlers' mourning howls shook dew from leaves as Finn exploded into motion. His blade traced silvery afterimages through the smoke, each swing harmonizing with the forest's hidden leylines. Combat aura condensed into phoenix-wing projections that sheared through mutated bone and arcane-reinforced sinew.
When the last beast fell, the clearing resembled an alchemist's nightmare - crystallized blood formations, fractalized vegetation, and the ozone tang of disintegrated magic.
Kael leaned heavily on his staff, suddenly aware of the grimoire's heat against his chest. The Codex Aeternum had rewritten the spell matrix mid-casting, bending reality to its ancient will.
Finn wiped shrapnel fragments from his blade, eyeing the carnage with professional appraisal. "Kid's got the Spark, eh Griffin?"
The scholar-mage didn't answer. He was too busy mentally cataloging the impossibility - that "Phoenix Down" invocation matched no known magical taxonomy, its power spectrum suggesting...
"Primordial Script." The realization struck like lightning. Griffin's trembling finger pointed at Kael's still-glowing staff. "You're channeling Pre-Collapse Arcana!"
Deep in Woma's heart, something ancient stirred at the scent of unraveled time.
Finn's blade carved ephemeral afterimages through the smoke-choked air - three phantom strikes materializing simultaneously. The remaining Howlers' reinforced windblades disintegrated against his combat aura's golden corona, their molecular bonds unraveling like frayed tapestries.
Crimson arterial sprays painted the luminescent fungi as the warrior's assault left deep gouges in mutated flesh. The wounded beasts' regenerative enzymes hissed where they struck moss-covered stones, etching new fractal patterns into the forest floor.
"Finish them!" Finn barked, his blade's harmonic resonance triggering minor earth tremors.
Twin Stellar Ignitions erupted before his echo faded. Kael's fiery helix punched clean through a Howler's tertiary heart cluster while Griffin's textbook-perfect spell merely scorched another's ocular implants. The third beast met its end between Finn's vibrating blade and an ancient oak, their collision spraying dendrite-reinforced wood splinters across the clearing.
As the last mechanized growl faded, the forest unveiled its grotesque artistry - crystallized blood formations refracted moonlight through prismatic angles, while the Codex Aeternum's residual energy caused nearby ferns to bloom then wither in accelerated cycles.
Finn knelt beside the largest carcass, his vibro-dagger humming through reinforced bone with surgical precision. "Six Class-II mana cores," he announced, holding aloft emerald polyhedrons that cast holographic refraction patterns. "Black market loves these for powering illegal augmentations."
Griffin's diagnostic lenses retracted as he fixed Kael with academic intensity. "Your Stellar Ignition casting interval." The mage's voice carried forced calm. "Quantify it."
"Approximately 1.87 seconds," Kael replied, unaware of the confession's gravity. "Faster under stress, perhaps?"
The clearing's ambient temperature dropped several degrees. Finn's combat aura flickered involuntarily while Griffin's data-gloves sparked with disrupted mana flow.
"Child's play!" Finn attempted levity, though his whitened knuckles betrayed tension. "Why, at the academy's last symposium..."
"Standard Class-II incantations require 3.2-second baseline!" Griffin's composure shattered, holographic equations spiraling wildly around his trembling form. "Theoretical minimums suggest..."
Kael tilted his head, genuine confusion cutting through the tension. "Is this... unusual?"
The scholar-mage's diagnostic visor cracked under sudden pressure differential. Finn's booming laughter held manic undertones as he gripped Kael's shoulder with bone-creaking force. "Kid, you just invalidated seven centuries of arcane research!"
Deep within the forest's core, seismic monitors at Flareblade Academy's observatory registered anomalous energy spikes. Two hundred kilometers west, an ancient containment vault's warning glyphs began cycling through dead languages.
Griffin stared at his smoldering data-glove, realization dawning. "That final invocation... The phoenix sigil in the flame matrix..." His voice dropped to awed whisper. "You're not casting spells. You're rewriting reality's source code."
As dawn's first light breached the canopy, none noticed the disintegrating Howler corpses' metallic components assembling themselves into cryptic geometric patterns - nor the watching eyes glowing faintly behind nearby quartz formations