Spirit Magic. The lost art of the Elvan royal family. Dating back to a time before the foundation of the Elvan kingdom. The story goes a man whose name was lost to history ventured through an ancient woodland and encountered the greatest of spirits. While most would never live past the encounter, the man was special. The spirit loved his Mana and granted this man a blessing, teaching him the ancient spiritual spells.

This man would leave the woods alongside these spells and then use their power to bring together the scattered Elvan people. He’d lead these people and take on the family name Luvon. Thus, the Luvon royal family was born, and this man became the first King of the Elvan Kingdom.

The art of Spirit Magic has been kept by the royal family ever since. A weapon to protect the people and only passed down along the royal line. However, with the collapse of the kingdom in the Demonic Wars over a hundred years ago, these arts were thought lost. These spells were considered so powerful it was said the Demon Lord itself feared them. And to purge them from the world brought an end to the Elvan kingdom and the royal bloodline itself. Or so the story goes.

Glyn stares at his mother as she takes his hand, placing it on Eliana’s back. She takes her hand and places it on Eliana as well. Eliana stares up at the flaming monster as she holds out her hands. Glyn sighs and shakes his head, relenting to what he felt was a rather foolish idea.

“Are you sure this won’t hurt Eliana?” He asks.

“I wouldn’t do it if I thought it’d hurt my daughter. But you have to admit the theory is sound.”

“But it’s just a theory. We haven’t practiced it at all and if we fail….”

“If we fail, we die anyway when that thing explodes. Eliana has a natural affinity for lightning magic, so we should call an Electric Spirit.”

Glyn nods. “That makes sense. But are you sure that’s a good idea? I thought typically you’d want to call a Wind or Earth Spirit first.”

“If we had options, then yes. But we’re working against the clock, so we have to go with what feels the most natural for Eliana.”

Eliana nods. “I can do this!”

“I still think this is a bad idea.”

“Whatever you guys are doing, you’d better do it fast!” Miller looks up at the monster as the flames around its body grow stronger. “I think we’re running out of time.”

“Glyn,” Aoife says.

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Glyn nods. “Okay, Eliana. Get ready, you’re going to feel a slight rush. Just go along with the flow, alright?”

“Got it!”

Glyn and Aoife take a breath and then concentrate. They force their Mana to flow out from their bodies and into Eliana. She feels the rush of Mana and holds out her hand, concentrating as the Mana flows to her fingertips. Glyn and Aoife hold out their other hand and give direction to Eliana, overpowering her own natural Mana with their own.

Normally, such a sight would be impossible. Thanks to the ancient curse, their Mana is blocked and overpowered by the curse itself. But by channeling twice as much of their Mana and pouring it into a catalyst, they can make an impossible feat. Forming a sort of magical circuit for the Mana flow, they cast a spell.

“How are you holding Eliana?” Aoife asks.

“Fine!” Eliana asks.

Glyn stares at it. “We can’t hold it. This amount won’t cut it. Too much Mana is being wasted simply overcoming the damned curse.”

“We need a push to make it hold…. We….”

Mila rushes ahead, putting her hands on Glyn’s back. She closes her eyes and takes a breath, sending her own Mana into his body. Tisha follows behind her, putting her hands on Aoife’s back and mimicking Mila.

A burst of Mana flows through the pair, shooting from them into Eliana as Glyn and Aoife shape the Mana into a symbol. Aoife speaks in an unknown tongue, the language of old Elvish, speaking as the symbol takes shape in the air.

As the spell completes and the symbol fades, a bolt of energy flies up into the air, fading into the clouds. Glyn and Aoife collapse, exhausted, as everyone turns to them.

“That was it!?” Fiona yells.

“It was impressive to see. But I….” Otso stops as he turns to the sky. “Oh….”

Glyn laughs. “I can’t believe that worked!”

Aoife joins him. “It was a long shot. But we pulled this off. I’d love my parents to see this.”

Everyone turns to the sky as clouds gather above the monster. Suddenly, they part with a large blue humanoid hand reaching down from within the clouds. Lighting sparks across the hand as it rushes down to the monster, grasping it within itself. A burst of electricity shoots through the hand, sending waves of electricity through the air. Everyone falls to their knees, unable to think of a word for this sight beyond. Shocking!

The sight lasted only a mere moment. For that moment, the world around them seemed to slow to a crawl at this impossible sight. But after the moment passes, it suddenly ends. The hand fades away, returning to the nothingness it came from, leaving no trace of itself aside from black ashes. The monster’s ashes catch on the wind, flying away as everything comes to a sudden end.

“So, we did it?” Rufus asks, still struggling to find the words.

Miller nods. “We did it.”

“Thank goodness!” He yells out.

“Our job isn’t over yet. We have to secure our prisoners and return to base with any supplies they might have.”

“Right.”

Glyn laughs and collapses on the ground. “I can’t move.”

“Neither can I,” Aoife says, joining him.

Eliana lies on the ground next to them and lets out her laugh. “That was so exciting. I can still feel myself shaking from the rush!”

“Well, calm down. I don’t have the energy for that right now.” Glyn says.

The family laughs, exhausted but happy together, having vanquished the threat. Everyone watches, not wanting to interrupt the sight. This would be the last time before the end of the War Games that Glyn would see his beloved family. Having taken care of one deadly situation, Glyn quickly sets his sights on another. Where before he wavered, his indecision is now replaced with sheer firm determination. Determination to see everything to one clear definitive end and return the island to their more peaceful days.