Chapter 188: Divine Miracle

“I was wrong. I was wrong about a lot of things. I always knew power felt great but this…” His left eye pulsed and the triangles within rearranged themselves, almost like they were trying to tell him something. His brows narrowed. “Jack. He’s not here. I was wrong about that too.”

It was then he sensed a cluster of dark mana somewhere. He turned and barely made out the shores of Clontarf East. His ability to sense mana was on the same level as Noor Chaudry’s, if not slightly above. Thirty kilometres away, he immediately sped towards it. He didn’t know how long it would take but he had to go.

’Is that Jack or…’ Kazi’s eyes became fixated on the shore. ’…William.’

Running on water wasn’t as simple as he made it appear. It required careful applications of mana underneath his feet. Nevertheless, in less than five minutes, he arrived at the shores of Clontarf East. He found…

“William?”

…nothing but death.

His eyes latched onto the first sign of life. ’No, not everyone.’ He dashed towards a Templar Knight who had lost a leg and half his arm. Kazi grimaced and uttered, ’Healing Waters.’

Except what erupted from his hands was not a D-rank skill, but an S-rank skill belonging to a Supreme Sorcerer. He did the impossible, enveloping the body in a bubble of water. The limbs were impossible to heal. He focused, narrowing his mana to the bleeding areas, and what were once holes of blood became softer stumps.

[ New skill learned : Divine Miracle Water ]

He didn’t care for the details of the skill through the System. All that mattered was that he understood it in practice. This was Healing Waters with a hundred times the mana and technique, and ten times the control. This was what the people needed. Enemy or not, their struggles and pain ached his heart and for the first time in a long time he was able to mend that pain.

“Divine Miracle water.”

“Divine Miracle Water.”

“Divine Miracle Water.”

His mana plummeted. After three attempts of the skill, he was warned. He was told to give up before his body hit critical. Then suddenly, his mana swelled up and he kept healing.

“Divine Miracle water.”

“Divine Miracle Water.”

“Divine Miracle Water.”

Never had he wielded mana with such thickness, smoothness, and sheer heaviness. What he was doing should have been impossible. Kazi was never a specialist with the water element. He preferred lightning. The storm, the chaos, and the potential to turn that chaos into peace.

Water was different. Water was calm and heavy. The type of element that could drown you. The type of element that lay all around you. Kazi, a traveller, was more than acquainted with it. Some of his best and worst memories were with the water. When he saw corpses on the rivers of his home. When he helped refugees and migrants reach new, better land. When he failed to bring people to their ravaged home. When floods kept destroying the chars of his country. When drinking water was all that was needed to bring someone back to life.

Water was life as it was death.

That instinctive desire for lightning now lay in water; in the element that healed and destroyed.

Every time Kazi thought he couldn’t use it again, he did.

“Divine Miracle Water.”

The few players able to open their eyes saw him smiling.

“Hey, you’re awake.”

His eyes softened and his smile. None could properly formulate sentences. The extensive injuries scarred their minds. They could only breath heavily and stare upon this glorious brown man that saved them.

Past the shore, he sensed something. A dark, evil power that boggled the mind. He heard the echo of laughter and wondered if that was who he thought it was.

“T-thank you…”

Kazi tore his gaze away from the dark force beyond his vision and flashed the young woman a smile. She was an independent player from the look of it. Her staff was crushed and her eyes begged for mercy. Her wound had been a large gash across her chest, as if somebody with a huge sword slashed it. “Hey, you were going to be okay with or without me.” A tear went down the corner of her eye. She had been lying there for a long time, alone with her thoughts and the stench of blood.

It wasn’t just her. Everyone that was alive was struck by the loneliness of death. The taste of iron in their mouths and the rotting groans and eventual silence. It was like being in quicksand, except each grain was a corpse.

A desperate cry echoed at him from behind. He turned to see a bloodied Templar crawling towards him. “Kazi! Kazi! Hey, hey, hey! Help me!” The female knight clawed at his leg, her helmet half broken and revealing teary blue eyes.

“Emma?”

The Templar woman.

“I-it’s Samuel! He’s not breathing—”

Emma whimpered and cried when Kazi casted Divine Miracle Water on her. A sound of relief, joy, and fear, grabbing heapfuls of his black garbs and climbing up to him. “Please! Help Samuel! H-he’s…”

In a panic, she looked back, head shaking. She must have lost track of him amongst all the bodies. “H-he’s there! Please! You have to—” Emma didn’t cling on to him, she practically dragged him over to Samuel’s body.

His eyes softened. While he kneeled down and casted Divine Miracle Healing…

“I’m sorry.” Kazi closed his eyes. The blueness of his healing spell faded. Beside him, Emma buried her face in Samuel’s chest and wailed.

The left side of his body had been burned to a crisp, including his limbs and head. Death must have been instantaneous. Emma sniffled, her cries becoming quiet. Kazi drew in a shaky breath, eyes still closed. ’I’m sorry, Samuel.’

A coldness fell between his temple. He thought it was his own sweat, then realized it was something else.

Pitter-patter!

Kazi looked up into the sky. ’It’s…raining?’ Usually, there would be an identifiable smell before it rained. How could he have missed it? There was no way the battlefield could overcome his keen sense of smell…

The movement of clouds was fast and it quickly became dark, the rain arriving like a blessing from the gods. Rain droplets landed on his hand, creating an invisible spark. All of a sudden, an idea popped into his head.

’I’ve seen people in the Nebulous Bazaar do this—control natural elements with their mana. Oliver did it once with a bottle of water. Some kids at another table were manipulating the water in a bottle and doing tricks with it. Maybe, just maybe…’

He stood up, closed his eyes, and threw an arm up in the air. The raindrops, each one a glistening bead of liquid, pattered against Kazi’s outstretched hand. A spark flickered to life as the rain made contact. With each droplet, he got closer and closer to understanding what to do.

’I can’t save everyone but this way, maybe just maybe…’

He opened his eyes, revealing the shifting movements of the valknut in his left eye. The air crackled with newfound energy as Kazi channeled his mana into the collected rainwater. The droplets shimmered with an otherworldly glow.

It was all theory. It was all guesswork.

But he could do it. He had to do it. To save everyone, to defy death, he had to push himself and try.

He tasted the mana in the air, of the petrichor and its beauty. Every fibre of his being was wet with water and the clouds knew it. They recognized it. As if coming together with one of their own, a deep connection was born.

Pitter-patter!

[ New skill learned : Divine Miracle Rain ]

Thus, a new S-class skill was born.

The raindrops, charged with healing properties, cascaded down upon the battlefield like a gentle blessing. Each droplet carried a touch of rejuvenation. Emma looked up at the sky, her blue eye widening as a gentle coldness healed her.

Her breath bated, mesmerized by the sky and the miraculous water, Emma asked, “How are you…doing this?”

He didn’t respond verbally, getting up and sending her a small smile. At long last, he could face the enemy responsible for all this. He traversed the shores, listening to the grunts and groans of the living, and climbed up the hill. The rain was healing. He walked and walked and walked till the oppressive darkness struck him, till it was in view.

The one responsible for all the carnage, for all this death—it was him. Kazi had targeted everyone with Divine Miracle Rain—except him.

Except William.

He was laughing as the rain avoided him like the plague. He stood alone without friends or enemies. He stood with his shoulders shaking and a harrowing laugh.

“Hahaha! Hahaha!” William turned, his face stretched in a grin too big for his face. There was a flash of recognition in his eyes. “Hahaha…ha…ha…”

William crumbled to his knees and fainted.

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