CHAPTER 6 -DISCUSSION-

I could understand a couple of days but three months? I felt anxiety rush into me when I couldn't think of a way to go back to my parents.

If I have to stay any longer than this they will worry. No. They were already worried when I was brought here through a teleportation device that…

“Mordain Asclepius, how did you bring me here and why?” My tone was icy. Turning my eyes to his and maintaining eye contact but something else told me that this was a waste of time. That Mordain wasn’t going to tell me the sole reason for my appearance here in the dungeon somewhere in the Beast Glades.

But I had hope. He had to tell me why I was brought here.

Force was another option. However, how could I–a two year old child–even begin to force an asura to let me out of here? A difficult decision and motive was on the bare edge to explode if I didn’t really use my knowledge of this world to my advantage.

The eyes of the sun only stared back for a few seconds before turning his body towards the rest of the room, he inspected it for a brief moment.

He placed his finger on his chin, perhaps other thoughts rose in his mind but that wasn’t the direction I was trying to get at. The lost prince is unpredictable to me as a reader, from his POV everything is different from what he wants and doesn’t.

“I see. Perhaps you already noticed the main problem with the room but decided to ignore it since you had other things in mind, yes?” Mana ignited around his palm without him receding a single word.

The small fire bloomed into the whole room, flying around like some happy fairy that hasn’t been in the outside world at all. Before then, it had stopped in front of me with some features that looked like eyes from a puppy.

Clearly, I felt the mana that was used on it. Calm and bright, the fire ball began to soon lose the source of mana it had just a couple of seconds ago.

Deteriorating into nothing but a senseless void.

“A crude way to show me that Aevum exists in this room.” My voice swayed a little, it showed a hint of pain from the fire ball’s fate. A little of what I thought was bloodlust spread into the air, I had not killed or harmed anyone in my previous world so what Arthur Leywin could do that I could not.

Experiencing it was something I had no chance of happening much less doing. The fire haired asura noticed this and let out a giggle, “You need a little more years for that to work, Luke Hodges.” He lifted up his hand like he was summoning a wind spell from the ground up. “Still, nice try.”

When his hand reached the high, a couple sparks retaliated against the Aevum around his palm. After stabilizing the wild sparks, a handle formed with little to no effort, next was the crossguard, and later the blade.

A sword made out of nothing but the sheer force of the fire affinity.

“You asked why I brought you here, yes?” Mordain threw his fire affinity sword at me, landing just a couple of feet away from me. “It is simple from yours and mine, our perspective I mean. You know that you are not a normal child, and I know your mere presence–in this world alone–is more disturbing than King Grey’s presence.”

Giving me a smile that quite didn’t reach his eyes which were filled with excitement and expectations that I didn’t feel like I was up to the standard for, “I’ve brought you to make sure you and the reincarnation of King Grey make this world a better world. Whether it be before the war, during the war, after the war, at Epheotus or Alacrya. Both of you must change the flow of fate together.”

Mordain then charged towards me holding his hand up like a blade coated with mana, my mind couldn’t comprehend his intentions or the words that came out of his mouth. Having said that, I knew that if I didn’t try to protect myself or even try to fight back. For most certainly I will die by his hand.

With pain and surgance, I injected my body with mana from my core. My legs trembled from the sudden power and weight mana brought along with it. My small and fragile body dodged Mordain’s attack and I rolled far enough to hit the wall being meters away from where I initially was.

The pretty prince’s face was unfazed by my actions but under that mask I knew he felt different. Looking at where I was before and where I now stood, the lost prince couldn’t help but to ponder.

Now’s my chance!

With the asuran phoenix distracted, I now could grab the weapon I was tossed with. At least that’s what I thought.

Remaining just a few inches away from the hilt fully touching the palm of my hand, the mana around me swayed behind me instantly and shivered with fear. The strong and instant lust for blood sent a chill down my spine. Mordain was behind me and at such a rapid speed. “Nice predicament Luke Hodges, but it’s still not enough.”

I had to move before this bastard accidently– no he will fully cut me in half if I don’t move!

A gigantic phoenix could be seen in his aura of murderous intent. It was extreme and hard to breathe, that's for sure.

Wind magic!

The mana of green accumulated around my left hand and boosted me away from mordain’s surprised attack.

It was hard to use these spells without any way of knowing how to really use them, using them on a whim was wrong but what could I do? I was fighting– no that is the least of what I can call what I’m doing right now, running was the best choice of a word along with surviving.

Before this “fight”, I had no experience be it in this world or on earth. Not to speak in this world since I am only “two years old” with a delicate body. My nails came off during my descent from the recoil of the wind spell, and let's not talk about my bloodied knees right now.

Perhaps the only way to win in this situation was to get hold of that sword, I hope so at least.

Be that as it may, Mordain Asclepius was still an asura, a god in terms of Dicathiens. And I have never heard of a two year old child beating a god, unless it was from a cringy anime I think.

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I shook my head, putting those thoughts in the back of my mind for now. The main thing that should be first on the list is how will I grab that sword when this monster is on my rear all the time.

Furthermore, I only have used wind magic, as for the other elementals it still remains a mystery unless I try to pull something out of nowhere. That is a better option than not having one. I thought with a nervous smile forming on my mind.

With no training or any type of knowledge, I wonder if I can be a quadra-elemental like the protagonist?

Possessing excitement in my body and veins, I imagined the four elements along with some deviants.

Fire. Water. Wind. Earth.

Lightning. Ice. Sound. Gravity.

Even aether, but that was too much.

I felt how the sparks of mana from different elements reshaped my surroundings. The crackling sounds of fire. The seething sounds of the wind blowing from the top of my head. Rocks hitting each other as they spined through the air, along with the feeling of wetness that came from the water being next to my dominant arm.

It was possible. To learn all four elements, to use all four affinities like Arthur Leywin did.

Still… could deviants have been any different?

No matter, I will use whatever comes out of the box. Lighting, ice, sound, or some aether manipulation.

Mordain sensing my own mana leaking, he started to act. Using his natural feeling of fire affinity, a ring of pure hotness leveled the aether around us and even my fire affinity was a child’s play to him. Flowing around him, the ring of fire started to melt the ground, sinking him little by little.

Seeing this, I amplified my mana that circulated around my body by two folds. That is when I felt it, the same describing sensation that Arthur had mentioned when he went into the third phase of Sylvia’s beast will.

The otherworldly power engulfed me like some sort of insect in the deep dense water. It started to poison me with this extreme feeling for more power… This was the true power of what Arthur had before Aether.

It was an exaggeration to even call it true power, it was more like a sample of what I could gain if I trained for it. Hard work pays off? It could be, but I don’t think this was hard work but rather talent or latent ability.

And that meant using this power to fight whatever danger or cause that came towards me or my family, or even something that Arthur Leywin can’t hope to beat. Multiple names came up when I thought of that, at the moment there are many enemies that Arthur can’t beat or even scratch.

However, I now exist.

“Mordain, you said that I was brought here to ensure the everlasting of the lesser race? To ensure that this world changes to something you or the seer–Rinia Darcassan–have never seen…” I let out a sigh. Breathing to me now was easier, was it because of the sudden four elements around me like disposable weapons ready to kill those in my path, or the clear and stable discussion I had with myself? I rather not know now but in a distant future, where things are more stable and no surprises left and right.

I closed my eyes and imagined, both fire and wind pouring their power into the middle like a compressed magical ball. Simultaneously, earth and water combined later on right next to the fire and wind ball focused on pure power.

A roar, loud enough to make my eardrums bleed filled the room and I think even passed the room. The surge of lightning surged from my left arm, all while the temperature of my right arm dropped to zero degrees.

Before I knew it, my sense of hearing came back, I also had the power to heal. But there was something different about this healing power, different from how Alice Leywin’s in a greater feeling.

I wasn’t going to deny that I was drowning in power but I also wasn’t going to make it disappear just for the hell of it. No. I now had the power to fight, to defend those like my family–James and Mia–before even learning the full control of walking.

And to do that, I must first find a way to get to them.

At present, I felt like I could get Mordain a proper fight instead of just running and dodging like before. I was ready to take that sword, imbue it with all four affinities and even deviants to later use it against Mordain himself.

A smile. A small but impactful smile formed on my face when I realized that an asura like Mordain might not be all that like in the novel. Perhaps I was right, maybe not. My own thoughts resigned and other ones appeared with more and a heavy dense of toxicity. Some thoughts that I wasn’t aware of.

“I will now… show you the…true power of a…”

Pushing the mana once more into my undeveloped legs, I dashed when the feeling surged again. The orbs of magical force power stayed with me and even kept up with how fast I was going, surprised by the sudden act, the lost prince launched a dozen of small but destructive fire balls towards me.

Exploding on mid air, I knew Mordain’s control over fire was something but if he couldn’t do at least this, I would’ve been disappointed in the asuran prince.

Though he was a peaceful asura, he still had destructive power to even dethrone Kezes Indrath once and for all, and that is a weakness from the prince…

While dodging and watching his actions, the sun eyed prince seemed to not want to harm me. Another reason why he didn’t intervene in the war. I thought. Which is the main reason why you are going to lose!

Jumping backwards, away from his ring of fire range. I activated one of the forced power orbs, fire and wind. Splitting the power of one into two, swerving them into opposite directions and into the blind spots of the phoenix prince.

That should distract him from the sword for a couple of seconds.

My legs functioned again but this time they felt heavy, like I was walking in water or having heavy weights tying me down. It annoyed me, being– feeling like I’m about to win just to only lose.

I had enough. In my old world and in this one. If I’m going to win with the finish line in front of me then I might as well cross it and win.

Repeatedly, I sent the last remaining mana I had in my core to my infant and heavy legs for support in dashing towards the sword. The long fire-color haired asura had still his attention towards my attack earlier, but not his full attention.

Seeing the sword being just a few steps away from me, I activated the last pressured orb into action but this time I didn’t split them but rather combined them with lightning that freely moved around my left hand.

The two in one orb spell hit and blinded Mordain as the earth affinity that conjured a wall while the water turned into steam the moment it touched the ring of fire. And on top of that, my mana core with a little mana left for me to ignite the ice around my dominant hand for another wall that covered my 360 degree angles.

My breathing was visible with how cold my surroundings were. Though Mordain’s fire spell was hot, I couldn’t feel it through my ice wall.

Now the sword.

I walked to it, limping while feeling the sensation of liquid covering my whole entire leg. It was hot, throbbing with the pulse of my heart even, the crimson liquid oozed from my infant leg. Again, it wasn’t enough to stop me.

The objective of this battle or whatever the bastard of a prince thought of, was right in front of me. A little more before I died or possibly passed out.

Once more, I was centimeters away from the hilt of the sword, I could even close my palm right now and grasp the sword. Next my sternum started to burn and ache. I checked my core and it had no ounce of mana left in it, after all I had just used it for this sturdy ice wall–

The ice wall broke entirely into little shards that fell on me.

“Dammit!” I let out, panicking that I was already out of time.

I mean what was I expecting? Mordain Asclepius was an asuran prince, practically a god to us the lesser race.

To think I would be foolish enough to rely on my quadra-elemental powers as if they were all I needed to stop a higher being.