Chapter 145: The Different Schools(1)
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Silas looked straight at him, "What do you mean?"
"What do you suppose I mean? For a person of your intelligence, I have to say you are very disappointing. Over the course of history, Arcadians have always found an alternative to problems. When the mundane mortals lacked the power of ancient magic, they moved to elementalism. When that also failed, they developed arcanism. When that proved to be futile to the minority, they built other schools of magic," voiced Reve.
He went on, "Yet, you...you feel it is all over before it had even begun. You gave up, allowing yourself to believe your innate lack of magical qualities was the problem. You used that excuse as a way of solace. Yet, you dare admonish my struggles. I had forgotten how hypocritical humans are."
Reve had no idea when he started speaking with Circe's speech mannerism. All he knew was that he was triggered by Silas' lament and, for the first time in a while, he wanted to do something that didn't benefit himself.
"The schools of magic have been lost to the sands of time," whined Silas.
"Not all schools. Where do you think we are? We are in NIRA, an institute that boasts of having the educational materials for most schools of magic. Now, tell me, when all hope was lost, did you for one second think of switching schools?"
Silas winced. He briefly reviewed his memory.
Did he think of that?
"No," he admitted.
Reve then smirked in response, "I mean, you can't master elementalism since it has a special requirement but some other schools utilize mana. Conjuration, Pact Magic, Invocation, Enchantment, Phantasm, Ritual Magic. You are still stuck at the 1st circle of arcanism, you haven't had the chance to change to magi. There is still hope."
Reve's last sentence echoed through Silas' psyche…..
'There is still hope.'
'There is still hope.'
'There is still hope!'
For a second, he abandoned his self-pity and put his big brain to use. Silas tried to make sense of what Reve told him and the conclusion was that...…it was sound, viable.
There have been many historical figures that had switched schools midway. As long as he was willing to sacrifice his wasted time, he could theoretically become something other than an unsuccessful arcanist.
Finally, there was light in the green eyes of his.
Silas wiped the tears off his face, "But how do I go about it?"
"Easy. You just consider all schools and pick one you align with."
"The knowledge I have about other schools is insignificant. The library surely has a book on it, but I'm not sure if my authority level covers it," said Silas.
Reve sighed once more and dropped his cup of tea. He stood from his seat, heading to his closet.
When he came back, there was a big bag in his arms. Reve dropped it on the ground and took his seat again.
*Thud!*
He then opened the bag and brought out a brown tattered book. The book had several hundred old white pages, each gentle to the fingertips. The handwriting on the cover of the page was delicate and mature. It revealed the wisdom of the writer of the book.
Reve ignored the serious look Silas kept giving the book and opened it. Reading it, he said out loud, "The school of Conjuration. One of the less popular schools of magic. It focuses on summoning beings or objects from other planes of existence. However, a summoner could also summon beings from the physical plane, the plane we exist in, if he has sufficient skills."
"Despite the waning popularity of this school, it needs to be said that summoners have one of the most destructive attack potential, greater than even elementals."
"They possess a vast army that could easily conquer any mortal nation........this school rose to fame during the Fourth Annihilation War 5100 A.E, the Merfolk Princess Aquata commanded an army of summons that quelled the rage of Titan Garuda, the king of black skies......"
Soon, Reve finished reading the introductory page of the book and lightly skimmed through the rest of the pages.
There were no words exchanged between Silas and Reve, but they both understood that conjuration magic was a no-go.
First, it had an excessive demand for 'Magical Amenity', a certain trait that was important for all mages. It involves the degree of charm an Arcadian has on other sentient beings like magical beasts and elementals. It basically leads to a good relationship between both parties.
Second, the contract between the summoner and summon tend to be either simple or too complicated.
Third, the resources needed to nurture the summoner's summons were vast.
Four, it required a vast amount of mana. This was almost the most important criteria.
Feeling downcast, Silas sighed, "Let's move on."
"Alright," replied Reve.
He picked up another ancient book, "Pact Magic. This school is one of the most dangerous schools in Arcadia. Usually, the warlock binds his soul with a foriegn entity in exchange for a price, which often ends up being borrowing power from the dimensional entity. This practice of magic was immensely prevalent in the era of sins. The warlocks binded souls with the not-so foreign beings of the planes of Taxan and a few foreign beings. However, after the Year of Discord 1500 E.T, the spatial connection to the outside world has been cut off, leading to the waning of this school....."
The introductory page said a lot. For starters, Reve could imagine how desperate people were for power to the point that they could even sell their souls.
It also mentioned the existence of Taxan, the Devil's Plane, but Reve was not surprised. He had already read this book multiple times, trying to figure out if there was a way to reach the hellish plane, but so far, according to this book, all spatial connection has been destroyed.
"This is really crazy," mouthed the ignorant Silas.
There was a blank look on his face as he tried to comprehend the origin of Pact Magic.
He kept on murmuring, "The warlocks of the past....they must have lost their sanity."
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Silas looked straight at him, "What do you mean?"
"What do you suppose I mean? For a person of your intelligence, I have to say you are very disappointing. Over the course of history, Arcadians have always found an alternative to problems. When the mundane mortals lacked the power of ancient magic, they moved to elementalism. When that also failed, they developed arcanism. When that proved to be futile to the minority, they built other schools of magic," voiced Reve.
He went on, "Yet, you...you feel it is all over before it had even begun. You gave up, allowing yourself to believe your innate lack of magical qualities was the problem. You used that excuse as a way of solace. Yet, you dare admonish my struggles. I had forgotten how hypocritical humans are."
Reve had no idea when he started speaking with Circe's speech mannerism. All he knew was that he was triggered by Silas' lament and, for the first time in a while, he wanted to do something that didn't benefit himself.
"The schools of magic have been lost to the sands of time," whined Silas.
"Not all schools. Where do you think we are? We are in NIRA, an institute that boasts of having the educational materials for most schools of magic. Now, tell me, when all hope was lost, did you for one second think of switching schools?"
Silas winced. He briefly reviewed his memory.
Did he think of that?
"No," he admitted.
Reve then smirked in response, "I mean, you can't master elementalism since it has a special requirement but some other schools utilize mana. Conjuration, Pact Magic, Invocation, Enchantment, Phantasm, Ritual Magic. You are still stuck at the 1st circle of arcanism, you haven't had the chance to change to magi. There is still hope."
Reve's last sentence echoed through Silas' psyche…..
'There is still hope.'
'There is still hope.'
'There is still hope!'
For a second, he abandoned his self-pity and put his big brain to use. Silas tried to make sense of what Reve told him and the conclusion was that...…it was sound, viable.
There have been many historical figures that had switched schools midway. As long as he was willing to sacrifice his wasted time, he could theoretically become something other than an unsuccessful arcanist.
Finally, there was light in the green eyes of his.
Silas wiped the tears off his face, "But how do I go about it?"
"Easy. You just consider all schools and pick one you align with."
"The knowledge I have about other schools is insignificant. The library surely has a book on it, but I'm not sure if my authority level covers it," said Silas.
Reve sighed once more and dropped his cup of tea. He stood from his seat, heading to his closet.
When he came back, there was a big bag in his arms. Reve dropped it on the ground and took his seat again.
*Thud!*
He then opened the bag and brought out a brown tattered book. The book had several hundred old white pages, each gentle to the fingertips. The handwriting on the cover of the page was delicate and mature. It revealed the wisdom of the writer of the book.
Reve ignored the serious look Silas kept giving the book and opened it. Reading it, he said out loud, "The school of Conjuration. One of the less popular schools of magic. It focuses on summoning beings or objects from other planes of existence. However, a summoner could also summon beings from the physical plane, the plane we exist in, if he has sufficient skills."
"Despite the waning popularity of this school, it needs to be said that summoners have one of the most destructive attack potential, greater than even elementals."
"They possess a vast army that could easily conquer any mortal nation........this school rose to fame during the Fourth Annihilation War 5100 A.E, the Merfolk Princess Aquata commanded an army of summons that quelled the rage of Titan Garuda, the king of black skies......"
Soon, Reve finished reading the introductory page of the book and lightly skimmed through the rest of the pages.
There were no words exchanged between Silas and Reve, but they both understood that conjuration magic was a no-go.
First, it had an excessive demand for 'Magical Amenity', a certain trait that was important for all mages. It involves the degree of charm an Arcadian has on other sentient beings like magical beasts and elementals. It basically leads to a good relationship between both parties.
Second, the contract between the summoner and summon tend to be either simple or too complicated.
Third, the resources needed to nurture the summoner's summons were vast.
Four, it required a vast amount of mana. This was almost the most important criteria.
Feeling downcast, Silas sighed, "Let's move on."
"Alright," replied Reve.
He picked up another ancient book, "Pact Magic. This school is one of the most dangerous schools in Arcadia. Usually, the warlock binds his soul with a foriegn entity in exchange for a price, which often ends up being borrowing power from the dimensional entity. This practice of magic was immensely prevalent in the era of sins. The warlocks binded souls with the not-so foreign beings of the planes of Taxan and a few foreign beings. However, after the Year of Discord 1500 E.T, the spatial connection to the outside world has been cut off, leading to the waning of this school....."
The introductory page said a lot. For starters, Reve could imagine how desperate people were for power to the point that they could even sell their souls.
It also mentioned the existence of Taxan, the Devil's Plane, but Reve was not surprised. He had already read this book multiple times, trying to figure out if there was a way to reach the hellish plane, but so far, according to this book, all spatial connection has been destroyed.
"This is really crazy," mouthed the ignorant Silas.
There was a blank look on his face as he tried to comprehend the origin of Pact Magic.
He kept on murmuring, "The warlocks of the past....they must have lost their sanity."
Silas looked straight at him, "What do you mean?""What do you suppose I mean? For a person of your intelligence, I have to say you are very disappointing. Over the course of history, Arcadians have always found an alternative to problems. When the mundane mortals lacked the power of ancient magic, they moved to elementalism. When that also failed, they developed arcanism. When that proved to be futile to the minority, they built other schools of magic," voiced Reve. He went on, "Yet, you...you feel it is all over before it had even begun. You gave up, allowing yourself to believe your innate lack of magical qualities was the problem. You used that excuse as a way of solace. Yet, you dare admonish my struggles. I had forgotten how hypocritical humans are."Reve had no idea when he started speaking with Circe's speech mannerism. All he knew was that he was triggered by Silas' lament and, for the first time in a while, he wanted to do something that didn't benefit himself. "The schools of magic have been lost to the sands of time," whined Silas."Not all schools. Where do you think we are? We are in NIRA, an institute that boasts of having the educational materials for most schools of magic. Now, tell me, when all hope was lost, did you for one second think of switching schools?" Silas winced. He briefly reviewed his memory. Did he think of that?"No," he admitted.Reve then smirked in response, "I mean, you can't master elementalism since it has a special requirement but some other schools utilize mana. Conjuration, Pact Magic, Invocation, Enchantment, Phantasm, Ritual Magic. You are still stuck at the 1st circle of arcanism, you haven't had the chance to change to magi. There is still hope."Reve's last sentence echoed through Silas' psyche..'There is still hope.''There is still hope.''There is still hope!'For a second, he abandoned his self-pity and put his big brain to use. Silas tried to make sense of what Reve told him and the conclusion was that...it was sound, viable. There have been many historical figures that had switched schools midway. As long as he was willing to sacrifice his wasted time, he could theoretically become something other than an unsuccessful arcanist. Finally, there was light in the green eyes of his. Silas wiped the tears off his face, "But how do I go about it?""Easy. You just consider all schools and pick one you align with.""The knowledge I have about other schools is insignificant. The library surely has a book on it, but I'm not sure if my authority level covers it," said Silas. Reve sighed once more and dropped his cup of tea. He stood from his seat, heading to his closet. When he came back, there was a big bag in his arms. Reve dropped it on the ground and took his seat again. *Thud!*He then opened the bag and brought out a brown tattered book. The book had several hundred old white pages, each gentle to the fingertips. The handwriting on the cover of the page was delicate and mature. It revealed the wisdom of the writer of the book. Reve ignored the serious look Silas kept giving the book and opened it. Reading it, he said out loud, "The school of Conjuration. One of the less popular schools of magic. It focuses on summoning beings or objects from other planes of existence. However, a summoner could also summon beings from the physical plane, the plane we exist in, if he has sufficient skills.""Despite the waning popularity of this school, it needs to be said that summoners have one of the most destructive attack potential, greater than even elementals.""They possess a vast army that could easily conquer any mortal nation........this school rose to fame during the Fourth Annihilation War 5100 A.E, the Merfolk Princess Aquata commanded an army of summons that quelled the rage of Titan Garuda, the king of black skies......"Soon, Reve finished reading the introductory page of the book and lightly skimmed through the rest of the pages. There were no words exchanged between Silas and Reve, but they both understood that conjuration magic was a no-go. First, it had an excessive demand for 'Magical Amenity', a certain trait that was important for all mages. It involves the degree of charm an Arcadian has on other sentient beings like magical beasts and elementals. It basically leads to a good relationship between both parties.Second, the contract between the summoner and summon tend to be either simple or too complicated. Third, the resources needed to nurture the summoner's summons were vast.Four, it required a vast amount of mana. This was almost the most important criteria.Feeling downcast, Silas sighed, "Let's move on.""Alright," replied Reve. He picked up another ancient book, "Pact Magic. This school is one of the most dangerous schools in Arcadia. Usually, the warlock binds his soul with a foriegn entity in exchange for a price, which often ends up being borrowing power from the dimensional entity. This practice of magic was immensely prevalent in the era of sins. The warlocks binded souls with the not-so foreign beings of the planes of Taxan and a few foreign beings. However, after the Year of Discord 1500 E.T, the spatial connection to the outside world has been cut off, leading to the waning of this school....."The introductory page said a lot. For starters, Reve could imagine how desperate people were for power to the point that they could even sell their souls. It also mentioned the existence of Taxan, the Devil's Plane, but Reve was not surprised. He had already read this book multiple times, trying to figure out if there was a way to reach the hellish plane, but so far, according to this book, all spatial connection has been destroyed."This is really crazy," mouthed the ignorant Silas.There was a blank look on his face as he tried to comprehend the origin of Pact Magic.He kept on murmuring, "The warlocks of the past....they must have lost their sanity."
