Academy's Second Seat [part 2 Complete]

Chapter 229: Spatial Magic (8)

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"Gravity."

Cromwell used his magic as soon as he appeared.

His target was Aryandor.

As Aryandor leaped off the bone dragon and landed on the ground, the earth beneath his feet collapsed.

However, Aryandor didn't just succumb to the attack.

He began dodging Cromwell's strikes with dazzling movements.

He kicked off the upheaving earth to leap into the air, slicing through the incoming boulders with his sword.

Without using time magic, he evaded the attacks solely with his physical prowess.

"You old man, I thought you'd be panting by now, but you're brimming with energy."

At Aryandor's taunt, Cromwell laughed.

"Even if I lose all my hair, I can still handle someone like you."

Though he said so, the reason Cromwell could freely use magic was simple.

He had arrived here riding a dragon, which made this possible.

Had he flown here using magic, he wouldn't have been able to utilize his power effectively.

"But, I don't intend to fight you. I have a different opponent in mind."

Aryandor said this, looking up at Astina hovering in the air.

"So, I'll find you another opponent."

Suddenly, a giant fist flew towards Cromwell.

"Barrier."

Despite the sudden appearance of the fist, Cromwell easily deflected it with his magic.

"Hmm?"

Cromwell looked in the direction from which the fist had come.

There stood a man with a drowsy expression, the giant hand behind him having aimed at Cromwell.

"A necromancer, huh."

A familiar face.

It was Daemon, a user of necromancy.

"Gravity."

Recognizing his opponent, Cromwell immediately cast his magic.

The ground around them shifted, enveloping his adversary.

'...He doesn't dodge?'

Daemon stood still as the earth swallowed him, and Cromwell looked on in disbelief.

However, Cromwell didn't let his guard down.

It seemed unlikely that a leader of the rebels would be defeated so easily.

As Cromwell anticipated, more fists flew towards him.

But this time, there were several.

Several fists, each as big as a giant's, targeted Cromwell.

"Gravity Shield."

Cromwell quickly cast a spell, shielding himself from all directions.

The fists were blocked by the barrier and couldn't reach Cromwell.

What was strange was that the barrier didn't seem to take much damage.

'...An illusion?'

Visible to the eye, but lacking substance.

This sensation was that of an illusion.

And if it was this type of illusion...

'Jefrin.'