Lance sat cross-legged on his bed, his dorm room dimly lit by a flickering arcane lamp. Spread out in front of him were three spell guides—each meticulously picked by William, his companion, to prepare for his upcoming combat class. Outside, faint voices echoed from the hallway as students passed by, but Lance’s focus remained on the pages before him.
“These should do the trick,” William’s voice hummed confidently in his mind. “We need to stay ahead of the competition.”
Lance gave a quiet sigh, staring at the first spell guide. Tremor Disrupt. It was a simple yet cunning spell that allowed him to send a pulse of vibration through the ground or air, destabilizing anyone nearby. The effect wasn’t powerful enough to do serious harm, but it could easily knock opponents off balance or interrupt their spells.
“Catch them off guard, and they won’t even know what hit them,” William mused. “A well-timed tremor, and they’ll be face down before they can react.”
Lance smirked, already imagining how useful it could be. It wasn’t flashy, but it would be invaluable in a fight, especially when people least expected it.
He moved on to the next spell—Galeburst. This was the one Ellard had introduced earlier in Wind 101, a quick, concentrated burst of wind designed to knock back opponents or deflect incoming attacks. Simple, but effective.
“This one will be your go-to,” William commented. “Fast, reliable, and with enough punch to keep your enemies at a distance. You can even mix in some of that vibration magic for added chaos.”
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Lance nodded in agreement. Galeburst had felt like a natural fit for him. With both wind and vibration at his disposal, the possibilities for combining the two were endless.
The final spell was the most intriguing of the three—Resonance Strike. It was a unique vibration spell that didn’t require hand movements or any kind of physical casting. Instead, the user let out a focused, high-pitched whistle aimed at their opponents. The vibrations from the whistle would disorient anyone in its path, rendering large groups vulnerable for a short time.
“Now, this is where we get creative,” William said, his tone full of pride. “A spell cast from the mouth—it’s unexpected, quick, and perfect for crowd control. You’ll have them dizzy before they even know what’s happening.”
Lance couldn’t help but chuckle at the image of him whistling at his enemies mid-battle. But despite the humor, he could see the potential. A well-placed Resonance Strike could disrupt a whole group of opponents, leaving them wide open for an attack.
He leaned back on his bed, looking at the three guides, feeling a growing sense of determination. These spells weren’t just for show—they were practical tools that would give him an edge in combat.
“Alright, time to put in the work,” Lance muttered to himself, picking up the guide for Tremor Disrupt.
“That’s the spirit,” William replied with a satisfied tone. “These aren’t just practice spells. Master them, and you’ll be ready for anything the combat class throws at you.”
Lance focused on the guide in his hands, already feeling the buzz of energy as he mentally prepared to start learning. Tomorrow’s class was going to be a challenge—but with these spells in his arsenal, he knew he wouldn’t be caught unprepared.