All living being in this world has mana. And everything affected by flows of mana. As the mana flows, it moves the world according to the Greatest Will. Magic is an attempt to redirect those flow. Like a river can be bend over, mana may bend and turn around by any blockage created by man. Too little strength and it won't change anything. Too much then it will build up power and overflow. The art of manipulating mana is nowadays known as skills and magic. To some, it’s simply by collecting and release it at the same time. To others, it’s become an intricately artistic technique that turns the mana to almost like living things that do according to their will. As everything is affected by mana, some classes sought enlightenment by using this technique in their surroundings. Those who do this are Geomancers. Yet the result of their skill provided losses more than profit, as it didn’t distinguish between friend nor foe.

The Compendium of Magic – Anonymous

Soaring to above the clouds. The wind presses me strong enough while the air felt chilly.

It always felt exhilarating as I enjoy the push coming from [Jump] skill. The electrifying sense coursing through my skin reminds me of how I really love this class. To be able to soar longer due to all the support magic that coming from my main class allows me able to reach further high than the other Dragoon fighter down there. This is why deliberately I turn myself as Heralder class as my main job why still keeping my Dragoon class as the sub-class. Even though there is a penalty due to combining a magic-supporting class with a pure physical fighter class. Well, at least no one expects me to act like what supposedly support class do in the backline of the horde. I did hear someone yelling to stop me [Jump] over to the enemy lines. But I think everybody will agree that the best support is an offense.

‘Flash’, a bright flash nearly blinds me as I’m going through the dark clouds. It really stings sometimes during the flight. The icy air and electrical feeling run through my skin as I pass over the dark clouds just to be able to look at the blue sky as I follow the flow of mana created by the skill. It starts to tingle as the best part of the phase coming to me. Few second at the halt in the middle of the sky made you admire the vast view spreading over my sight.

“Soul Status!” Mumbling, I bring out the current condition of my body in my mind.

Name: Faux Archem

Race: Fox – magic affinity

Sex: Male

Age: 74 years

Strength: 150

Constitution: 300

Dexterity: 78

Agility: 65

Intelligence: 127

Wisdom: 95

Class: Heralder

Sub-class: Dragoon

Active Slot: 4 - Filled

[Banner of Chaos] – [Linking] – [Jump] – [~Eagle Eye~]* (Linked)

Passive Slot: 6 – Filled

[Chaos Control] – [All Terrain Movement] – [Height Reach] – [Maintenance] – [Constitution] – [Mana Sense]

Afflictions : , ,

“Yup, this is the best condition I want” a nod to myself, I take this few second hovering expecting to see some great panoramic vision around me just to be turned down by lots of electric spark coming from the dark and grey cloud. Surely some of this flash has been following me during the ascend.

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“Well, it’s not what I expect though” I felt dejected. And so as dictated by the skill, whatever comes up eventually it will go down too. The pulls of gravity start taking me down to the ground below.

Instinctively I start shaping the mana around me by channeling mana through my body according to my understanding from [Banner of Chaos] skill. Heralder's skill is magic supportive and debuff. By manipulating mana the [Banner of Chaos] set of magic skill have plenty of curses type, which mostly debilitates the enemy for easing the ally to kill the enemy. For most Heralder this skill is able to distinguish between friend and foe and normally be called [Curses-Standard]. The problem is, my skill was unusual. I don’t know why Dolf – that annoying dwarfed ancient god – blessed me with this kind of magic during my initiation as Heralder in the temple of Lugh. That damn midget must be trick me by giving this berserk-like set of magic as “the best versatile magic in battle”. A [weight of the world] curse which thickens the mana surround me, with the range and capacity according to the accumulation of my strength and constitution and in the end turns me to a moving ball of toxic mana. This damned magic mostly suffocates whoever entering its range, stops the mana movement, and quadrupling any weight affected by it. It’s even affecting me, the caster, in the term of weight. If not due to passive blessing skill bestowed on me after my begging I might already be buried and known as the fool who got scammed by gods.

Electrical zap from the clouds is visibly run through the edge of my skill as the descent increase in velocity to the ground. All things are in good condition. But apparently the enemy already senses my presence.

The solid ground which can be seen through Holrd [Eagle Eye] linked with me is dramatically changed to a muddy swamp. ‘Crap this can’t be good’ swearing as I try to put more input to my [Jump], reducing the delay of my arrival.

[Jump] normally use by our proud Dragoon legion as one target death crash. This skill forcing our body to jump up in the sky and down striking whoever opponent that unlucky enough with our weight, armor, pike, and velocity built by free-falling from the skies. The problem with me is, I made a bad decision by trying to combine the cursed skill of Heralder with my [Jump]. As a result, I lose the inherent ability to aim at an opponent from the skill, and without [Eagle Eye] support I might even miss the time to strike with my pike, lastly, this cursed skill made my body four times heavier than normal. Which in this case I might get buried six feet underground literally.

‘Splat!!!’

Time passed slowly when we are facing near-death experienced. While my mind almost turned blank as I dive through the mud. I’m wondering why there did still some hard ground felt around my feet. Surprisingly not more than a second, all those mud are pressed down as they get pushed by the force caused by the curse. The sight is quite grand as around a hundred feet radius from me, mostly get squashed. Almost, as now I saw a person in front of me is kneeling struggling to stand.

Long white hair, pointy ears, thick muscle, and pale skin. She is definitely a northerner. Blood seeps out from the edge of her mouth. As she glare, her green eyes show that there’s still some fighting spirit on her. My mind race through the memory was long forgotten. Then I realize.

“Selene?!”

“Fa…..ux….. ugh” blood still dripped from the opening of her face.

“What in the right mind made you here!?” I did pity her but not in my right mind from stopping the cursed magic to do the bidding. This magic will continue depleting my magic until it stops by itself, which is as per Dolf say “around half-hour”. It can’t be canceled, nor stopped, neither if I’m dying this magic will be continued by using the ambient mana as fuel until completing the task.

All I see that she cannot answer. Her physique, which can be considered as big amongst women I known, trembling as she using the ax stick to support her.

“Faux….. rrrraaaaaahhh!!!”

“What the….” I jump over the side, allowing the ax to slide up as she yelled the strike on me.

“Selene, didn’t I told you not to come here? you did read the letter isn’t it?”

“How… do you…. expect….. not to come?!”

Whoops, horizontal slash. I bend my back luckily evading another strike which now goes horizontally.

“Selene, you are not in your right mind. Anyway, could you stop all this ivy and thorny bushes not to touch my body?”

[Poison ivy]. It’s a magic part of Geomancer arsenal. The problem is not any normal poison ivy is being used by her. This ivy normally known as Craven Roots are very tough, thick, and toxic. They can withstand the most bladed strike and dangerously poisonous due to their sap and spore. And now all I can see are thick smog created by pressing this ivy. What a troublesome lads.

“No! ugh….., this time I’ll take you down. Now stand still!”

‘Why is her voice became a bit far?.... Oh crap’, I roll to the left side as my [Mana Sense] show the fluctuation of mana around me forced open as the gust of energy passing through.

[Earth Blast]. One of those monk skills which compresses the surrounding user mana and pushes it like canon upfront, blasting through any obstacle.