The Divine Elements

Chapter 7 - First Taste of Blood

With that one word, Calron immediately understood why no one would help the old man.

In this world, the only one other person that was said to be weaker than a Lightning elementalist was a person who did not even have an element, an Element-Less!

"Rumors are that he was injured and lost his essence in a war long ago. Only the school's Head knows the real truth about Elias, as it was the Head who saved his life after the war and brought him back to the Red Boar School. However, the Head is rarely ever at the school, so everyone just mistreats Elias. Without an element, or his sight, how could the poor man even fight back?"

Beth sorrowfully explained to Calron.

Although the technique was now forbidden, during the age of war, elementalists would sometimes sacrifice their entire cultivation for a single moment of tremendous power.

The technique was now forgotten, and only the past survivors of the war still remembered it. However, none of them would teach that technique to their disciples, as it would completely destroy their future.

The forbidden technique had the potential to raise one's cultivation by an entire realm! If a Vajra stage expert used this technique, then he would be able to directly enter the Saint stage for a brief moment. However, it came at the price of never being able to cultivate again.

"You should take the tray to Elias now, and tell him that I'll come visit him after I'm done with my shift."

Beth softly stated, as she handed out the tray to Calron.

A few disciples in the waiting line were impatiently glaring at her for the delay in their food, so Calron quickly grabbed the tray and started walking back to his table.

The old man had hardly moved from his seat and simply sat there with his eyes closed. He was humming a tune when Calron returned to give him the tray of food. Gently placing the tray in front of Elias, Calron softly whispered to the old man.

"Sir, I placed your tray of food in front of you."

The old man suddenly stopped humming, as his eyes slowly opened.

Dull grey eyes stared back at Calron, and he felt as if this blind man's eyes could pierce straight through his very soul.

"Such a polite young man. What is your name, child?"

The old man asked Calron in a calm voice.

"Calron."

"So Calron, judging from your polite tone, and that you were even willing to chat with me, I'm guessing that you are a new servant here?"

Elias inquired as he slowly started to chew his food.

Although the old man was blind and appeared shabby, there was a certain grace in the way that he cut his food and elegantly chewed. It reminded Calron of the elegant Noble families of the city.

"Actually, I'm a new disciple at the Red Boar School."

Calron tentatively answered Elias.