Chapter 12
This is the world of Earth Land… a realm overflowing with magic, wonder, and creatures beyond imagination!
Magic flows through the very lifeblood of this world, residing in the bodies of living beings. In some races, it thrives in every individual, while among humankind, only a mere ten percent can wield its power.
Magic itself is divided into two great paths:
Caster Magic—power that erupts directly from the body of the mage, shaped by their spirit and will.
Holder Magic—sorcery bound to relics and tools, channeling power through weapons and artifacts.
But Earth Land is far from a land of men alone. Towering beasts roam its fields: giant rabbits, penguins larger than men, and anteaters with jaws like steel. In some corners of the world, animals walk and speak like humans… while others take forms even stranger—winged fish soaring through skies, or pigs crowned with proud antlers.
Among these countless races, three stand as pillars of legend:
Humans—the so-called "ordinary race." They may lack the scales of dragons or the eternal essence of spirits, but do not be deceived. Humans are the architects of guilds, the builders of kingdoms, the dreamers who shape history itself! Their bodies may be fragile, but their adaptability with magic knows no bounds. They invent Lacrima, forge weapons, and even mimic the powers of other races. Again and again, humanity rises to the center of the world's stage.
Dragons—the ancient titans. Vast, powerful, and wise, they are living embodiments of elements themselves. Fire, Iron, Sky, and beyond… each dragon is a force of nature made flesh. Some guard humans, others teach them magic, but all stand as beings beyond mortal comprehension. Their wings blot out the sun, and their roars can shake the heavens.
Celestial Spirits—a race unlike any other. They are not creatures of flesh and blood, but beings of pure magic, hailing from the Celestial Spirit World, a plane that runs parallel to Earth Land. Immortal as long as their world endures, they do not age, nor wither, nor fade with time. To destroy one is nearly impossible, for they are tied to the eternal flow of magic itself. They are both guardians and mysteries, beings who walk the boundary between existence and legend.
And so… in a land overflowing with wonders, where humans chase dreams, dragons embody power, and spirits defy mortality—adventure is born!
The Celestial Spirit World was a realm unlike any other—a place where the very laws of existence seemed to dance to their own rhythm. Countless globes, like drifting planets, floated in the vast expanse. The void itself stretched endlessly, glittering with stars that shimmered in every direction, as though infinity had taken form.
Upon these celestial islands rose rainbow-hued structures, radiant yet alien in their beauty. Pathways curved beneath colossal arches, bridging one world to another, while crystal spires, towering pillars, and trees that glowed with eternal light crowned their surfaces like ornaments of starlight. Shimmering bubbles drifted lazily through the sky—some so immense they carried entire palaces within. In the far distance, a colossal ship drifted silently across the endless sea of stars.
Not every wonder here was vast. In quiet corners, towering shelves brimmed with tomes said to hold the very secrets of the cosmos. Even the smallest details carried the touch of eternity—from the smooth richness of stardust butter, to the sharp tang of Regulus-plums, infused with starlight itself.
On a floating cloud-like surface, a woman sat motionless, suspended above the ground. Her long raven-black hair flowed as if caught in a silent current, drifting and curling with a life of its own. Her eyes were closed.
Then, without warning, her body began to descend. She touched lightly upon the cloud, her crimson eyes snapping open, glowing like embers in the dark. Rising to her feet, she stretched languidly before speaking softly, almost to herself:
"I think that might be the first time I've seen him lose his temper…"
Her gaze sharpened, and she tilted her head, thoughtful.
"Perhaps it's because of everything that's happened lately."
"I… AM HOLLOW…"
Remembering the dark aura that surrounded Amon's body, a serious expression appeared on her face.
The words echoed in her mind, and a shadow crossed her face. Her voice dropped, serious.
"I must tell Agnes. His power is stirring… and when his magic returns, so will his sealed memories."
This was Nyx. A striking woman of eternal beauty, her voluptuous yet regal form was veiled in a dress of shadows, woven from condensed mist.
The garment shifted endlessly, alive like living night, concealing everything from her shoulders down. Her pointed ears peeked from her flowing hair, revealing her otherworldly heritage.
She was a Celestial Spirit, Agnes' sister, Amon's aunt, and to some, an elder sisterly figure within their family. Her name, whispered among spirits and mages alike, carried both reverence and dread.
Nyx spread her arms wide, and the shadows answered her call. They surged and twisted at her back, shaping into colossal black wings so vast they seemed to devour the light itself. With a single beat, she leapt from her perch, soaring into the starlit expanse.
As she flew, her thoughts lingered on what made Spirits different. Unlike mortals, they were not born of flesh, nor raised in lineages. They were magic itself—beings whose existence was eternal, unchanging, without beginning. Spirits were not trained magicians. They were magic. Their essence, their power, even their bodies, were all born of eternal flow.
What use was an "origin story" to a creature who had existed since the stars first shone? Time itself dulled into irrelevance for them.
Nyx's lips curved into a faint smile as she placed a hand on her chin.
"Hmmm… I wonder what happened to that other Spirit? What was his name again? Ah, yes… Leo the Lion."
She chuckled softly to herself, her crimson eyes glimmering with amusement.
"It's been ages since I last saw him. I wonder how he's faring now…"
The thought of him lingered. Leo was one of the strongest she had ever known, a warrior with both power and heart. A rare mix among spirits.
Her smile widened, playful.
"I wouldn't mind crossing blades with him again~."
With that, her wings carried her forward into the endless horizon, leaving the light to fade behind her.
'Hmm… I have no clue where my sister is,' Nyx thought, tilting her head. 'I guess I'll have to find her.'
With a beat of her colossal black wings, she shot forward, soaring toward a massive ship drifting across the endless void. Gradually, she slowed, landing softly atop the deck. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, concentrating.
'Certain individuals, highly skilled in sensing, can detect magical power from afar without relying on their ordinary senses—whether it belongs to a Mage or a potent magical artifact,' Nyx thought to herself.
'Every Mage or magical being emits a unique aura known as Magical Pressure. With the right ability, it can be sensed across vast distances.'
'This technique is commonly used to locate nearby Mages, its effective range determined by the skill of the one sensing. Among practitioners, it is known simply as Magic Sense.'
'Focus, Nyx. Focus. Only Agnes.'
A minute of intense stillness passed. Then she opened her eyes, crimson irises glowing like embers in the starlight.
She turned her gaze, fixing on a point in the sky. "There… I found you, sister of mine," she murmured with a small smile.
Instinctively, Nyx lifted her head toward the source of concentrated magical energy. About ten meters above the ship, a child-like figure floated casually.
The girl's hair was a radiant orange, tufted playfully around her face, framing mischievous amber-brown eyes that gleamed with curiosity. Atop her head, perked fox ears twitched, fur tipped in white, while a long, fluffy tail swayed behind her.
"My name is Solara! I'm a Celestial Spirit!" she chirped to herself, spinning midair. "My constellation is Canis Major, tied to Sirius—the brightest star after the Sun!"
"I'm Solara, the Child of Sirius, the Solar Fox! I loooove exploring the Celestial Spirit World, hopping between globes, sneaky corners, and hidden places!" Her eyes sparkled. "It's so fun~!"
Her attire was just as bright and lively as her personality: a coat-like robe patterned with fiery red designs, the hood shaped like a radiant halo. Beneath it, black shorts and light shoes allowed her to move with agility, her height around 145 cm.
Spotting a figure on the deck, she froze for a moment, recognition sparking in her eyes. "Nyx! The Mother of Night! Haven't seen you in a while!" A wide grin split her face.
"Hehehe~! Let's see how she likes my surprise attack~!"
With that, she thrust her palms forward. Countless flaming spheres erupted into the air, spiraling like coils of fusilli pasta.
"Fire magic… Spaghetti Inferno~!"
"…who in their right mind names a spell after food?" Nyx muttered under her breath, tilting her head slightly.
With a joyful shout, she launched the blazing projectiles in a rapid volley. Each spiral-shaped flame trailed across the void like fiery pasta unfurling in midair.
Nyx's crimson eyes narrowed. A foxish-featured Celestial Spirit in the sky, and countless fireballs hurtling toward her.
"…Are we deadass right now?" Nyx muttered flatly, raising a palm.
"Darkness Magic: Dark Deflect!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fireballs detonated in bursts of golden-orange flame, scattering across the ship—but Nyx's magic redirected them with perfect precision. None struck her, though the deck bore the brunt of the impact.
'Each one small, but concentrated? They explode like real bombs… 'Solara thought gleefully.
"Hahahaha!!!" she squealed, spinning midair. Her laughter rang out, bright and wild, carrying over the chaos of the battlefield.
The flames rained down like a storm of shooting stars, leaving craters and scorching trails across the ship, while Nyx's calm figure stood poised.
Looking at the battered state of the ship, Nyx narrowed her eyes.
'Did she get stronger?'
"Boom! Boom! Goooooo!"
At the sound of a childish voice, she raised her head. From high above, a small figure cloaked in flames plummeted toward the deck.
'Her flames… they burn a brilliant orange, like the heart of the sun.'
Boom!
Like a fiery comet, Solara slammed into the ship, the impact sending a shockwave rippling outward. The deck quaked under the force, though only for a few moments. Proof enough of her power.
"Nyx!!" Solara shouted, grinning ear to ear. "How'd you like my little surprise attack?!" Flames licked and roared around her small frame, burning brighter with her excitement.
'She really has gotten stronger', Nyx thought, her lips curving into a smile.
She wasn't angry—not with Solara. Picking fights was her friend's idea of fun, her own brand of mischief.
"Your little 'surprise attack' destroyed most of the upper deck," Nyx said.
"What's the big deal? It was fun! Besides, we're friends, aren't we? It's not like I was trying to hurt ya!"
"...." Nyx only stared back, dry and silent.
"Hahahaha!" Solara threw her head back with laughter.
Nyx sighed softly. "Unfortunately for you, I'm not in the mood to entertain you right now."
She lifted her hand. The colossal black wings at her back shifted, reshaping themselves. A deep violet aura surged around her body, wrapping her from head to toe.
Crack. Crack.
The already ruined deck split further under the weight of her presence. The whole ship trembled.
"Such magical pressure!" Solara's eyes shone like stars. "I shouldn't be surprised though, knowing who your father is."
Magical Pressure refers to the phenomenon where a mage's magical power manifests outwardly as a tangible aura. This aura envelops their body and radiates into the environment, pressing down on those nearby.
The stronger the mage, the heavier and more overwhelming their pressure becomes. To ordinary people or weaker mages, being caught within this presence can feel suffocating—like standing under the crushing weight of a storm.
Those with exceptionally high reserves of magic naturally exert greater pressure, sometimes without even meaning to. It can distort the air, cause objects to shake, and in extreme cases, fracture the ground beneath their feet.
The first time this ability was witnessed from Amon was during a moment of anger deep within his subconscious. A dark aura erupted from him violently, so dense it created shockwaves.
This was a clear sign of the immense magical power he possessed, even though he had no understanding—let alone control—of it.
"So your aura's purple," Solara mused.
"It suits me," Nyx replied calmly. "Darkness magic demands darkness within."
Each mage's aura varies in hue, and this color is often tied to the nature of their soul. It reflects their inner essence—who they are at their core.
In some cases, the aura's color hints at what kind of magic is most compatible with them. For example, a mage with an aura of deep crimson might naturally wield fire magic, while one with an azure glow could be inclined toward water or ice.
For Nyx, her purple aura represents the shadow within her spirit—darkness, mystery, and depth. It's fitting for a wielder of Darkness Magic, a discipline that requires one to carry and embrace the void within themselves.
From the swirling folds of her Dress of Darkness, tendrils of shadow seeped out, twisting into countless phantom hands.
"Darkness magic…"
"Shadowmire."
The mass of writhing hands reached for Solara.
"!"
She reacted instantly. Orange flames burst from her feet, propelling her forward. Rather than retreat, she dove straight toward the shadows.
'So slow. To me, they might as well be standing still.'
With a dancer's grace, Solara twisted and spun through the grasping dark, her acrobatics carrying her clear.
She landed in front of Nyx, her expression uncharacteristically serious.
"What's wrong, Nyx?" she asked.
Nyx's indifferent gaze lingered. She sighed. "If I tell you, you'll only follow me."
"And if you don't tell me, I'll still follow you."
"... Seriously?"
"Seriously."
Another sigh escaped her. This time, her aura receded. Her black wings spread wide.
"Then let's fly and talk."
"Sure."
With a single leap, the two rose skyward, their wings carrying them into open air.
"Are you aware my sister had a child five years ago?" Nyx asked at last.
Solara blinked. "Five years ago? Wasn't that only twenty days ago?"
Nyx shook her head, speaking like an older sister correcting a child. "For us, yes. But in the human world, it's already been five years."
"Ohhh… right. Time flows differently. One day in our world equals three months in theirs."
Nyx nodded. "Five years ago, my sister Agnes left our realm. Six months ago—two days ago, for us—she returned."
"She was in critical condition. That same day, she asked me to watch over her child, Amon, for the next two human years. I agreed."
"So? What does that have to do with your mission?" Solara tilted her head. "All you have to do is keep an eye on the kid."
"Under normal circumstances, yes. However…" Nyx's voice trailed off.
"Well? Go on."
"..."
'This isn't good. If I don't act soon, Amon will most likely awaken his memories.'
For a fleeting moment, an image burned in her thoughts: a pendant wrapped in golden chains. She knew what it symbolized—seals placed to bury away what should never surface.
'If those chains broke, nothing would restrain Amon's hatred. Nothing would hold back the storm born the day he turned five—the day he lost the most important person to him.'
Lost in thought, Nyx fell silent, her expression unreadable.
Solara, frowning slightly, stared at her in confusion.
'Celestial Spirits are immortal, the embodiment of magic itself. So how could one be reduced to such a state?'
'Just what happened six months ago…?'
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