Chapter 101: Rite Of Misery(1)
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Two days later after the success of the Vagoroth Council.
Byu Island, First Stratum.
A long serpentine coiled around the green glowing trees. It curiously spied at a young humanoid creature that set nearby a lake.
Because it had already gained intelligence, the serpent ignored its basic instinct to attack the humanoid creature. It wondered how the creature was able to get to the lake. Apart from it, the other magical beasts in the forest would definitely not allow that.
The Lake of Thoras was the prized treasure of Byu Island. It possessed regenerative powers as well body enhancements. It was an all-rounder that served as the retreat spot for the magical beasts that suffered from battle injuries and such.
So, how was this tiny humanoid able to bypass the group of magical beasts that wandered around the lake?
The snake stopped crouching on the ground and revealed its true size. It was huge. Its sheer height was easily more than ten average trees that were a hundred feet in height.
The white scale on the snake glimmered as it set its serpentine eyes on the young humanoid creature.
Before it could act further, a voice infiltrated his mind, "Krera, stop!"
The white snake, Krera, could easily recognize the voice. She looked below her to find a golden lion. He was the one that telepathically spoke to her.
She said to it, "What is it, Alistar?"
"That demihuman, do not touch him," advised the golden lion.
Despite his comparatively small size, he was able to converse with the white snake as an equal. After all, he was one of the strongest magical beasts. Beings like he were able to cause chaos on any continent!
"Why should I not touch him?" hissed Krera
"See for yourself. Concentrate beside the young humanoid," told Alistar.
Krera did as she was told. She used her magi to peer into the physical space around the young demihuman. It was then she was the blinking silhouette of a woman in a black dress.
The woman seemed to not adhere to the space as the figure of her body was exceedingly faint. She could even be said to be on the verge of disappearing out of existence.
However, Krera thought none of that. Her sharp serpentine eyes, honed from centuries of experience, wavered as she stared at the woman.
Krera trembled, "What a profound magical aura? Alistar, who is she?"
Despite not flexing her aura, the ambient energies coalesced around her. They formed mystical magic symbols that were not visible to the normal eye. In a way, they acted as a sort of aura to the woman in black.
Alistar sighed as he also stared at the woman, "She calls herself the Immortal Witch and asked to borrow the Lake of Thoras for her student. It is best to leave her be. She is strong!"
"......We can only observe, right?" Krera mumbled.
"Yes. I have a feeling that will not be detrimental to us."
......….
One month.
It had already been a month and a few days since Reve began preparing for the Rite of Misery. Now, it was time!
Reve opened his eyes and exited his meditative state. He was finally ready.
His white silky robe danced freely in the air as the cold warmth of the wind caressed his naked skin. He was in his [Dos Form] which was the best form for a ritual. He also followed the regular custom and wore nothing beneath the white robe.
Looking at the blue night sky and the huge yellowish ball that hung up there, he muttered to himself, "The exact hour of a full moon...….. It is time!"
From his side, Circe appeared, "Yes, it is. Is your mind prepared? Have you reviewed the steps?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let's begin. I will do my part while you do yours."
She exited from his sight, giving Reve the necessary space to proceed.
The school of Ritualism was all about offering sacrifice to higher beings for a prize. In a way, it was similar to the School of Conjuration or Pact Magic. However, where it differentiated itself was in its symbolic activities used to achieve said goals. If it was for a dark purpose, it would be called a ritual. And if it was to be used for a good purpose, it was considered a ceremony!
Reve picked up a pouch of white salt he had prepared. He scooped a handful of white salt and diligently glanced on the earth.
With one single cleaning spell, he made the green earth barren.
'A spirit circle. It is used to communicate with the elemental planes. They are said to work only on a full moon when the elemental planes aligned with the physical plane,' revised Reve.
A cluster of symbols appeared in his mind as he deliberated on them.
In ritualistic magic, arrays were important. They were as crucial to ritualists just as how magic circles were to Arcanism. It could also be said that arrays were the ritualists' equivalent to magic circles since they held the same principles.
An array was always inscribed on the earthen surface and drew ambient energy for the amplification of the ritual. There were all kinds of arrays with different purposes. The array the Rite of Misery requires was a spirit circle!
As soon as he thought of this, Reve put his thought to action.
He began sprinkling the salts with great precision, 'A spirit circle. A circle within a circle within a circle. The middle circle represents the most important element which all living beings possess; The Spirit!'
The Spirit....It existed in everyone, just like how all lifeforms possessed a mind, no matter whether it was a matured one or not!
As soon as Reve made a small circle, he continued, "The first outward circle represents the four prime elements of life. It is divided into four sections belonging to the said elements. The north section symbolizes the water element. The south section represents the fire element. The west section belongs to the wind element while the east section belongs to the earth element!"
Reve's eyes were fully concentrated on his task.. He couldn't leave any room for mistake. Just one tiny mistake was enough to jeopardize the entire ritual!
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Two days later after the success of the Vagoroth Council.
Byu Island, First Stratum.
A long serpentine coiled around the green glowing trees. It curiously spied at a young humanoid creature that set nearby a lake.
Because it had already gained intelligence, the serpent ignored its basic instinct to attack the humanoid creature. It wondered how the creature was able to get to the lake. Apart from it, the other magical beasts in the forest would definitely not allow that.
The Lake of Thoras was the prized treasure of Byu Island. It possessed regenerative powers as well body enhancements. It was an all-rounder that served as the retreat spot for the magical beasts that suffered from battle injuries and such.
So, how was this tiny humanoid able to bypass the group of magical beasts that wandered around the lake?
The snake stopped crouching on the ground and revealed its true size. It was huge. Its sheer height was easily more than ten average trees that were a hundred feet in height.
The white scale on the snake glimmered as it set its serpentine eyes on the young humanoid creature.
Before it could act further, a voice infiltrated his mind, "Krera, stop!"
The white snake, Krera, could easily recognize the voice. She looked below her to find a golden lion. He was the one that telepathically spoke to her.
She said to it, "What is it, Alistar?"
"That demihuman, do not touch him," advised the golden lion.
Despite his comparatively small size, he was able to converse with the white snake as an equal. After all, he was one of the strongest magical beasts. Beings like he were able to cause chaos on any continent!
"Why should I not touch him?" hissed Krera
"See for yourself. Concentrate beside the young humanoid," told Alistar.
Krera did as she was told. She used her magi to peer into the physical space around the young demihuman. It was then she was the blinking silhouette of a woman in a black dress.
The woman seemed to not adhere to the space as the figure of her body was exceedingly faint. She could even be said to be on the verge of disappearing out of existence.
However, Krera thought none of that. Her sharp serpentine eyes, honed from centuries of experience, wavered as she stared at the woman.
Krera trembled, "What a profound magical aura? Alistar, who is she?"
Despite not flexing her aura, the ambient energies coalesced around her. They formed mystical magic symbols that were not visible to the normal eye. In a way, they acted as a sort of aura to the woman in black.
Alistar sighed as he also stared at the woman, "She calls herself the Immortal Witch and asked to borrow the Lake of Thoras for her student. It is best to leave her be. She is strong!"
"......We can only observe, right?" Krera mumbled.
"Yes. I have a feeling that will not be detrimental to us."
......….
One month.
It had already been a month and a few days since Reve began preparing for the Rite of Misery. Now, it was time!
Reve opened his eyes and exited his meditative state. He was finally ready.
His white silky robe danced freely in the air as the cold warmth of the wind caressed his naked skin. He was in his [Dos Form] which was the best form for a ritual. He also followed the regular custom and wore nothing beneath the white robe.
Looking at the blue night sky and the huge yellowish ball that hung up there, he muttered to himself, "The exact hour of a full moon...….. It is time!"
From his side, Circe appeared, "Yes, it is. Is your mind prepared? Have you reviewed the steps?"
"Yes."
"Good. Let's begin. I will do my part while you do yours."
She exited from his sight, giving Reve the necessary space to proceed.
The school of Ritualism was all about offering sacrifice to higher beings for a prize. In a way, it was similar to the School of Conjuration or Pact Magic. However, where it differentiated itself was in its symbolic activities used to achieve said goals. If it was for a dark purpose, it would be called a ritual. And if it was to be used for a good purpose, it was considered a ceremony!
Reve picked up a pouch of white salt he had prepared. He scooped a handful of white salt and diligently glanced on the earth.
With one single cleaning spell, he made the green earth barren.
'A spirit circle. It is used to communicate with the elemental planes. They are said to work only on a full moon when the elemental planes aligned with the physical plane,' revised Reve.
A cluster of symbols appeared in his mind as he deliberated on them.
In ritualistic magic, arrays were important. They were as crucial to ritualists just as how magic circles were to Arcanism. It could also be said that arrays were the ritualists' equivalent to magic circles since they held the same principles.
An array was always inscribed on the earthen surface and drew ambient energy for the amplification of the ritual. There were all kinds of arrays with different purposes. The array the Rite of Misery requires was a spirit circle!
As soon as he thought of this, Reve put his thought to action.
He began sprinkling the salts with great precision, 'A spirit circle. A circle within a circle within a circle. The middle circle represents the most important element which all living beings possess; The Spirit!'
The Spirit....It existed in everyone, just like how all lifeforms possessed a mind, no matter whether it was a matured one or not!
As soon as Reve made a small circle, he continued, "The first outward circle represents the four prime elements of life. It is divided into four sections belonging to the said elements. The north section symbolizes the water element. The south section represents the fire element. The west section belongs to the wind element while the east section belongs to the earth element!"
Reve's eyes were fully concentrated on his task.. He couldn't leave any room for mistake. Just one tiny mistake was enough to jeopardize the entire ritual!
Two days later after the success of the Vagoroth Council.Byu Island, First Stratum.A long serpentine coiled around the green glowing trees. It curiously spied at a young humanoid creature that set nearby a lake.Because it had already gained intelligence, the serpent ignored its basic instinct to attack the humanoid creature. It wondered how the creature was able to get to the lake. Apart from it, the other magical beasts in the forest would definitely not allow that.The Lake of Thoras was the prized treasure of Byu Island. It possessed regenerative powers as well body enhancements. It was an all-rounder that served as the retreat spot for the magical beasts that suffered from battle injuries and such.So, how was this tiny humanoid able to bypass the group of magical beasts that wandered around the lake?The snake stopped crouching on the ground and revealed its true size. It was huge. Its sheer height was easily more than ten average trees that were a hundred feet in height. The white scale on the snake glimmered as it set its serpentine eyes on the young humanoid creature.Before it could act further, a voice infiltrated his mind, "Krera, stop!" The white snake, Krera, could easily recognize the voice. She looked below her to find a golden lion. He was the one that telepathically spoke to her.She said to it, "What is it, Alistar?""That demihuman, do not touch him," advised the golden lion.Despite his comparatively small size, he was able to converse with the white snake as an equal. After all, he was one of the strongest magical beasts. Beings like he were able to cause chaos on any continent!"Why should I not touch him?" hissed Krera "See for yourself. Concentrate beside the young humanoid," told Alistar.Krera did as she was told. She used her magi to peer into the physical space around the young demihuman. It was then she was the blinking silhouette of a woman in a black dress.The woman seemed to not adhere to the space as the figure of her body was exceedingly faint. She could even be said to be on the verge of disappearing out of existence.However, Krera thought none of that. Her sharp serpentine eyes, honed from centuries of experience, wavered as she stared at the woman. Krera trembled, "What a profound magical aura? Alistar, who is she?" Despite not flexing her aura, the ambient energies coalesced around her. They formed mystical magic symbols that were not visible to the normal eye. In a way, they acted as a sort of aura to the woman in black.Alistar sighed as he also stared at the woman, "She calls herself the Immortal Witch and asked to borrow the Lake of Thoras for her student. It is best to leave her be. She is strong!""......We can only observe, right?" Krera mumbled."Yes. I have a feeling that will not be detrimental to us.".......One month.It had already been a month and a few days since Reve began preparing for the Rite of Misery. Now, it was time!Reve opened his eyes and exited his meditative state. He was finally ready.His white silky robe danced freely in the air as the cold warmth of the wind caressed his naked skin. He was in his Dos Form which was the best form for a ritual. He also followed the regular custom and wore nothing beneath the white robe.Looking at the blue night sky and the huge yellowish ball that hung up there, he muttered to himself, "The exact hour of a full moon..... It is time!"From his side, Circe appeared, "Yes, it is. Is your mind prepared? Have you reviewed the steps?""Yes.""Good. Let's begin. I will do my part while you do yours."She exited from his sight, giving Reve the necessary space to proceed.The school of Ritualism was all about offering sacrifice to higher beings for a prize. In a way, it was similar to the School of Conjuration or Pact Magic. However, where it differentiated itself was in its symbolic activities used to achieve said goals. If it was for a dark purpose, it would be called a ritual. And if it was to be used for a good purpose, it was considered a ceremony!Reve picked up a pouch of white salt he had prepared. He scooped a handful of white salt and diligently glanced on the earth.With one single cleaning spell, he made the green earth barren.'A spirit circle. It is used to communicate with the elemental planes. They are said to work only on a full moon when the elemental planes aligned with the physical plane,' revised Reve.A cluster of symbols appeared in his mind as he deliberated on them.In ritualistic magic, arrays were important. They were as crucial to ritualists just as how magic circles were to Arcanism. It could also be said that arrays were the ritualists' equivalent to magic circles since they held the same principles.An array was always inscribed on the earthen surface and drew ambient energy for the amplification of the ritual. There were all kinds of arrays with different purposes. The array the Rite of Misery requires was a spirit circle!As soon as he thought of this, Reve put his thought to action.He began sprinkling the salts with great precision, 'A spirit circle. A circle within a circle within a circle. The middle circle represents the most important element which all living beings possess; The Spirit!'The Spirit....It existed in everyone, just like how all lifeforms possessed a mind, no matter whether it was a matured one or not!As soon as Reve made a small circle, he continued, "The first outward circle represents the four prime elements of life. It is divided into four sections belonging to the said elements. The north section symbolizes the water element. The south section represents the fire element. The west section belongs to the wind element while the east section belongs to the earth element!"Reve's eyes were fully concentrated on his task.. He couldn't leave any room for mistake. Just one tiny mistake was enough to jeopardize the entire ritual!
