The Overpowered Transcendent
Chapter 2: The Conclusion?
The man stood there with an air of calm authority, his voice steady and unwavering, as he declared, "Well, we can contain it just like this." With that, a shimmering orb of magic began to coalesce in his hands, its iridescent colors swirling together in mesmerizing patterns. As the orb grew in size and intensity, he skillfully directed it over the hooded figure looming before us, expertly condensing the magical energy into compact, powerful pieces.
A wave of realization washed over me and I couldn't help but exclaim, "I see! That makes a lot of sense now." The pieces fell into place in my mind, the cunning strategy of our ally becoming increasingly clear.
The hooded figure reacted with visible annoyance, his voice laced with disdain as he responded, "You little brat! You think just because you stopped my attack that I'm out of cards?" As he spoke, a vibrant red aura began to envelop his body, crackling with raw energy and promise of chaos, revealing the true depths of his power.
The man, however, remained unfazed, exuding confidence as he analyzed the situation. "So that's his game, huh?" he commented, a smirk playing on his lips. It was as if he had anticipated the hooded figure's next move.
Feeling a sense of confusion creeping in, I interjected, "Tell me what's going on; I'm lost!" The exchange was moving too quickly, and I was struggling to keep up with these magical maneuvers.
With a steady gaze, the man leaned closer and said confidently, "He's converting his magic into raw power." Each word dripped with the knowledge of the arts at play, framing a picture of an escalating battle.
In a moment of startling clarity, I gasped, "Then won't that mean he's stronger now?" The implications of his actions were dawning upon me like the first light of dawn breaking through a darkened sky.
The hooded figure, catching wind of my realization, grinned darkly. "So you already figured it out. Well, it's too late for you now!" His hands crackled with energy as he summoned an orb of red thunder, a menacing ball of concentrated lightning that pulsed with insatiable hunger.
In response to this display of power, the man merely smirked, unperturbed. "Here, you can have this back," he said coolly, deftly catching the violent lightning bolt and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it hurtling back towards the hooded figure with breathtaking speed.
The expression of shock that crossed the hooded figure's face was palpable. "But this is impossible!" he cried out in disbelief, just as the very lightning he had summoned struck him with electrifying force, causing him to stagger and collapse onto the ground, unconscious.
With a satisfied grin, the man nodded slightly and said, "And that takes care of that." His demeanor was relaxed, as though he had merely swatted away an insignificant annoyance rather than engaged in a life-and-death struggle.
I looked at him, my demeanor shifting to a calm awe as I commented, "I see you're pretty strong now." The respect I felt for him swelled, impressed by his mastery over the arcane forces that had just unraveled before us.
To be continued...