Chapter 110: [110] The Difference In Strength

As the crack got closer, gigantic shadow hands rose from the depths like a demonic invitation, aiming to pull him into it.

“Hey hey!” Eliron yelled as he jumped back.

The hang grabbed onto his shirt and Wliron took it off, watching as it was pulled right into the fissure.

This was meant to be a spar, not a morbid trip to meet Lucifer!

Swish!

Elrion unleashed the same spell he has used countless times, a single wind strike, only for it to burst apart on contact with the arm.

He blinked.

“Oh…”

Bang!

He managed to jump away in time as the first hand cracked into the floor, sending a low tremor through the ground.

“Don’t tell me you thought that trick would always work?” Estelle was waving her staff in the air, controlling the path of the arms.

She spoke so calmly like she was not the one that summoned the limbs trying to bury him alive.

“Well, I was hoping it would..”

More shadows slammed into the floor, while others gave chase as Eliron broke out into a run, the shadow hands not far behind him.

Then he suddenly spun around, and let out a low sigh while swinging his arms.

There was a faint change Estelle immediately registered—

And this time, when he unleashed his wind strike, it was several times greater than the wind strikes he had previously used.

The closest shadow hand was split apart on contact, bursting into a wave of darkness that for a second, stole the light.

’What happened?’ Delilah thought as she stared at him.

Just a few seconds ago the wind strikes had been ineffective, how then did he increase their power in an instant?

Eliron’s body was now coated with a compressed layer of wind, his skin giving off a soft whitish green shine.

’Another spell?’

Vwwoosh!

Three more charged towards him, trying to pin him down.

Eliron brushed away the fist with ease, shattered the second with his wind strikes, then leaped over the third before rending it to pieces.

Then he directed his attention to her.

Swooosh!

Large waves of wind, each one big enough to cleave a tree in have cut through the air with a low whistle, each one racing towards her.

It was the same spell, but somehow it was several times deadlier than it once was.

Estelle hurriedly dug the but of her staff into the dirt.

“Black Wall.”

BANG!

A wall of darkness immediately sprung up, blocking the super charged wind strikes, just before it collapsed.

Sweating, her shoulders slumped and her staff trembling in her hands, Estelle glared at Eliron.

“Are you mocking me?” She asked, her voice growing cold.

“What do you mean?” Eliron replied, looking completely clueless.

“You know what I mean!”

Throughout their battle, while Estelle had hit him with some of her strongest spells, all Eliron had used offensively was wind strike, a novice spell.

Estelle had expected him to be strong, but it was almost as if he was trying to tell her that the gap between them was so great, that he didn’t need to use anything worthwhile.

“Don’t you know any other spells?” She huffed in annoyance.

Losing was one thing, but losing by the hands of a basic spell? Now that was a whole other level of disgrace.

“Oh…” Eliron scratched his head. “That is what you mean…”

While Estelle thought he was playing games with her, the truth was that elEliron was befuddled by what spell to use.

He had so many in his arsenal that picking one was more bothersome than using the spell itself…

“You know what, forget it.” Estella changed her stance and took a deep breath.

When she stared at him, something about her seemed to have changed.

Was it the way she held her staff with such assurance? Or the fiery look in her eyes that spoke of her undying will.

A drop of sweat glided down her face, but she did not bother to wipe it.

’I can’t lose this! There is no way in hell I am calling that cocky kid master!’ he yelled in her mind.

Then she calmed herself.

’Darkness and light are often seen as polar opposites…’

While one lies in the splendour of day, basking in the glory of warmth…

The other is resigned to the darkness, left to wallow in the solitude, embraced only by cold.

It was seen as pitiful by most.

But Estelle loved the darkness. To her, it was her home, her peace, her joy…

The darkness does not judge, unlike the light that exposes your flaws, the darkness seeks to hide them.

Isolation masked her shame… the shame of being helpless while countless of her kin were hunted.

The darkness did not bear eyes of judgment that wondered why one of their strongest was not enough to save them.

Due to her detest for the light, she had struggled for a month in isolation, just to perfect this spell.

“This is the result of my training!”

“Dark Disaster!”

An attack that consumes the light!

Black currents crackled over her staff, mana pouring out of her body into the spell like water gushing into a bottomless pit.

A dark sphere formed at its tip, the sides growing and glowing with a white glow.

Everything in a hundred meter radius seemed to dim for an instant, the light still ended to peer the spell.

And then she unleashed it, a blast that ate everything in its path.

•••

Yennefer’s eyes widened as she watched the ball of darkness take shape. “What the hell is that thing?”

Darkness magic, unlike Black magic, was one of the unsullied types of magic, free of corruption.

Although they were not anything alike, the more Yennefer watched it, the more she felt a pit form at the bottom of her stomach.

They were just too eerily familiar…

“Why isn’t he moving??” Ash asked as he watched the scene.

Even as Estelle’s magic hit the plateau, Eliron still made no move to get out of the way.

Watching the fight, Ash felt even more nervous than the man who was about to take the attack head on.

VWOOOSH!!

The ball of unfathomable darkness surged out of Estelle’s staff. The dark ball was glowing fiercely like a black hole, the white light pulsing around the dark mass.

The force of the recoil was even so great that Estelle coughed up blood and was flung back, landing on her knees.

“This one actually looks troublesome…” Eliron muttered under his breath as he saw the darkness approach.

Then he sighed.

“Alright then…”

Just as the spell was about to slam into him, a glass-like fracture in space appeared right between him and the spell.

BANG!

He raised a brow in astonishment as he saw an extra crack form on his spatial portal.

’Is dark magic somehow able to interfere with spatial magic?’

He chuckled.

Still, her spell had not been perfected, right now it was just a fraction of what it was capable of.

It didn’t matter if spatial magic was weak to light and darkness magic…

A bucket of water might quell a fire place, but you would need several gallons to soothe an inferno…

In an instant, the dark pulsing ball vanished into thin air.

BOOOOM!!

Far behind a hole was burned right through the forest as the dark matter ate right through it, tearing as far as Eliron could possibly see.

Not that he was looking…

He was too focused on finishing the fight.

Eliron raised his hand, summoning his spell. The winds picked up around him, causing his clothes to sway as they turned calamitous.

A gigantic hall of swirling current then appeared right above him, the ball glowing brightly and creating loud whirling sounds akin to a raging storm.

Estelle stared at the winds, her eyes wider in shock.

Not only had Eliron completely rendered her attack useless without breaking a sweat…

Now he was creating a spell so great that she could fathom it.

’You monster…’ she frowned lightly.

SWOOOOSH!

The wind exploded into her abdomen, causing her to tumble over the floor several times. Her vision blurred, and then she slammed hard into the trunk of a tree.

Tingggg!

Estelle could hear a loud ringing in her ears, accompanied by the sounds of people rushing towards her.

“Damn, did I over do it?”

“You fool! Were you planning on killing her?? I’m not a miracle worker you know!”

Those were the last words she heard before she succumbed to the darkness.

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