Lucian sat cross-legged on the cave floor, turning a pebble over in his hand. The earlier rush of learning attacks still hummed in his body, but now his mind itched for more. He wanted to push this gravity magic further.
He stared at a fleck of dirt on his palm, lost in thought. "I'm sure I'm using some type of gravity magic and I kind of understand this frequency thing a bit... Maybe I can make gravitational pulls. If I remember correctly from school the pulls are like a force of attraction between different masses… man, this hurts my head."
He let out a tired laugh, rubbing his temple. "Yeah, the bigger the mass, the stronger the pull, right? But what if I just focus everything down to one point?"
A wild idea crept into his mind. He'd read about black holes once in school, how they were just gravity, concentrated and collapsed until nothing could escape. He eyed a tiny speck of dust floating in front of him, then shifted his focus on the frequency, narrowing in on a single air molecule.
"Alright... let's see what happens if I just—collapse everything like anchor . Make the pull as strong as I can, but tiny. Like a bullet."
He pressed his will into his fingertip, sensing and channeling all the magic he could muster around the air molecule hovering just above his skin. The purple aura flared, swirling tighter and tighter until it became a sharp black, focused point, a miniature well of gravity, on his fingertip.
He felt the air distort, a strange pressure building, the world bending in a way that made his skin crawl. The purple glow darkened, almost black at the very center. The speck of dust zipped into the spot and vanished—gone without a trace, pulled into the tiny singularity.
Lucian's eyes went wide. "HOLY SHIT!, I just... made a mini black hole."
He felt the danger in it , the pressure, the way the air seemed collapse for a split second before the magic snapped and the aura flickered out.
He steadied his breath, adrenaline coursing in his body. "If I can do that, maybe I can use it like a bullet, hopefully I don't take the cave down," , voice trembling with awe and fear. He pointed at a pebble a few feet away, focused the same way, and in an instant, the mini black hole flickered at his finger again. He released it—*snap*—and a ripple punched through the air, sucking the pebble toward him before it collapsed in on itself and vanished.
Lucian stared, breathless. "That's... fucking insane. I could tear through anything with that, if I'm not careful. Or my stupid self
He walked to the cave wall and leaned against it, His mind racing with possibilities and dangers. "If I can do this with air, maybe I could do it with bigger things. Or use it to rip apar stuff?, break through these damn walls. But it's risky—too strong, and who knows what could happen?"
He stared at his fingertip, the memory of that tiny, dark point lingering in his mind. "I'll use this to break out of here, YOU HERE ME WHO EVER SENT ME HERE…" Lucien says angrily, but to no one's surprise nobody answered
Two months flyed past in the blink of an eye in the suffocating dark cave, his black hair grew long and tangled, brushing past his shoulders. His body had gotten a decent amount of muscle from his training routine. He flexed his hand slowly, surprise flickering in his tired eyes.
"I've gotten pretty muscular... I'm surprised," he muttered, voice low. The magic—though he knew nothing of its true nature provided some comfort to him.
"Enough waiting," Lucian says sternly, sensing and gathering the frequency in the air and inside of his body. The air around his fingertip twisted, folding in on itself as he forced the gravity to collapse into a small, dense black orb—the gravity bullet.
He shot it at the wall. The impact roared through the cave, Dust fell like ash. He fired again. And again. Faster now, desperation driving him.
Crack. Crack. Crack.
The wall trembled and shook.
A burst of pain rushed through out his body. He blinked—and blood ran down, warm and red. His vision blurred, blood coming out the edges. His eyes stung, tears streaked with blood leaking from the corners. A pounding headache exploded in his head, as if his skull was being squashed like a watermelon.
"Shit..." Lucian collapsed dropped to his knees, clutching his head. The magic draining fast, His body screamed in protest—nose bleeding, eyes bleeding,
But even in that life threatening moment, a small smile crept across his face. The wall cracked slightly, The cave trembled.
"Fuck….Not free yet," he whispered, wiping blood from his face, "but closer."
He slumped back against the cold stone wall, his breath ragged and slow. "Nearly…killed my myself again…but the damn cave finally…cracked" Lucian says breathing heavily, his conscious slipping away.
Lucian woke the next to a throbbing ache in head. Every muscle in his body was in pain as he sat up, his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. The stains of dried blood still marked his face and hands—a grim reminder of how far he'd pushed his body yesterday, and how much further he still had to go.
He let out a shaky sigh. Pain was nothing new. After all, pain and suffering were his best friends.
He stretched his shoulders, feeling the heavy tension knotting his muscles. The strange energy—the magic—still vibrated in the air, as though it was alive.
But yesterday's assault had nearly killed him. He remembered the cracks in the wall, it still wasn't enough.
Lucian stood, stretching the stiffness from his limbs. He forced himself into the familiar rhythm—push-ups with **Anchor**, making his body impossibly heavy. Then, he used **Float**, lightening the burden for a few seconds. Sweat dripped down his eyebrow. His body felt slower, weaker, but he didn't stop.
Once his felt himself steady, he turned back to the jagged wall. The memory of the gravity bullet burned in his mind—a compact sphere of annihilating force, He'd always made them very small, afraid of what might happen if the magic slipped out of his control.
But fear was a luxury he couldn't afford in the cave as his food and water source in the cave was completely empty.
He closed his eyes and reached inward, searching for that deep, vibrating thread of frequency. The world's vibration thrummed around him, subtle and relentless. He grasped it, pulling more power than before, shaping the energy with trembling hands. The air grew heavy, the pressure building. The magic coiled at his fingertips, denser, darker—a black sphere, larger than any he'd dared before.
His body screamed a warning of pain, but he pressed on, forcing the frequency to bend, to resonate with the world's mysterious energy.
"Let's see how much of you I can handle," he whispered, voice hoarse and dry.
He unleashed the spell. The larger gravity bullet tore through the air, crashing into the cracked wall with a thunderous boom. Stone exploded outward, cracks racing in every direction. The cave itself seemed to tremble, the vibration rattling his very bones.
Pain ran through his head, sharp and fast. His vision spun, and for a moment he thought he might black out. Blood trickled from his nose again, warm and relentless, but he gritted his teeth and tried to stay upright.
The wall was shattered, chunks torn free, the impact deeper than ever before. Lucian wiped his face, staring at the destruction with wild, exhausted eyes.
Lucian let out a shaky laugh. "Not bad," he croaked. "But this isn't enough to get out…FUCK!." He growled angrily
"This is bad if I don't get out, no water and the moss is completely gone well not gone since I still need to see" he says looking at the last of the moss clinging to the cave walls he kept for a light source
"I'd better get some rest before I actually kill myself" he said trying to relax
Lucien lays down on the cold stone floor and went to sleep in pain but with more resolve he's felt in his time in the cave
Lucian woke to the ache in his bones, dull . He groaned, forcing himself upright despite the pain in his joints. His hand brushed a jagged rock.
He limped to the wall and knelt, scraping another jagged tally into the stone wall.
"Still here," he muttered, voice rough. "Still not broken."
He stood, stretching out the stiffness, then turned back to the cracked wall.
"Alright, let's see how much more you can take," he said quietly, drawing the energy inward.
The air thickened, the orb of gravity magic swelling larger and heavier in his palm. Pain flared sharply, but he clenched his teeth.
He let the bullet fly.
The impact sent dust and stone crashing down, deeper cracks plastering across the wall.
Lucian staggered, blood warm on his lips, his vision blurring at the edges.
"Closer..." he breathed, wiping his face. "I'll get out this shitty cave
He limped back, ready to do it all again.
Lucian swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, muscles trembling. He narrowed his eyes at the widening fissure in the wall.
"No time for breaks," he muttered, clenching his fist
Sensing and Gathering the frequency in the air, he shaped the gravity orb again—bigger, heavier, sharper. His fingers burned, but he held the focus.
With a fierce shout, he launched the bullet straight into the crack.
The impact thundered through the cave, sending shards of stone flying. The crack splintered wider, trembling under the assault.
Lucian staggered, sweat and blood mixing on his face. He gritted his teeth, voice rough but determined.
"Soon..."
Lucian's breath caught. His eyes locked onto the crack, trembling and jagged from his relentless assault. Then—a flicker of something.
"Is that... that's—" His voice cracked, disbelief and hope tangled together. "Is that fucking light?"
He leaned closer, heart hammering, eyes straining in the dimness. A thin sliver of pale light seeped through the fractured stone, faint but unmistakable.
His fingers trembled against the cold rock. "No way... I'm FREEEE!."
Pain rushes through his body, but he barely noticed. The cave no longer felt like a prison, not with that sliver of freedom shining just beyond his reach.
Lucian grinned, raw and fierce.
"Almost there. Just a little more."
Lucian's eyes burned with fierce determination as that sliver of light was his hope. Pain screamed through his body, but he shoved it aside.
"Not stopping. Not now, COME ON SHOOT YOU PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A BODY..!" he growled.
He gathered the magic again, the gravity coiling tighter than ever before. Without hesitation, he fired—one bullet, then another, then another—each crashing into the fracture with deafening force.
His body trembled, blood dripping fresh, but he didn't care. The wall splintered more, the light spilling wider, promising escape.
"Come on... break!" he snarled, voice hoarse and raw.
Shot after shot, blast after blast—until there was nothing left between him and the world outside.
Lucian's eyes burned fiercely, but the blinding light surged, overwhelming his vision until all he saw was white. He stumbled forward, every nerve screaming in pain, but he didn't stop. Limping, desperate, he ran toward the bright light.
"Almost... there..." he gasped, voice ragged.
Then—his footing gave out.
"No—what the—" His shout was cut short as the ground vanished beneath him.
He was falling. Falling through air that smelled of wet soil and rain, branches whipping past The world spun wildly as the mountain crumbled behind him.
"OH SHITTTTTTT!" Lucian roared, his hands clawing at the sky.