Master Of None

2184  2184. Instinctual Magic

This battle was not one of physical might. While Walker knew that he could charge at the immortal king and deal massive damage to him using physical strength and the eternal orb, he was completely unable to move. The mana around was forcing him to focus on just stopping it from running amok. The immortal king had shown his hand. Had shown how he had emotions that were not just cold and hateful things. He was actually sounding like a normal person. One that had been scared and broken by the things that they had lived through. If Walker was not knowledgeable about the evils that the immortal king had committed, then he might feel bad. His heroic side might even wish to help him. Luckily, Walker knew it all.

He had found history to learn about the races in the years of war and ancient monsters. He had heard the stories and seen the ruins of what the immortal chasing race had done. Beyond that, he had seen the undead that the immortal king experimented on. So many people had been his victims. Whether it was from the years of guarding his own prison or the recent deaths he had caused while trying to find more information about how to raise those that were long dead to become proper immortals. Every single action came with a price that the immortal king exacted on others. Now was the time to put that to the end. Leaving the immortal king be was just going to lead to a worse future. One that might be a war. One that might be a slaughter of other races. Or even worse, what could happen in the immortal king raised another immortal properly? Would they act the same? Or would they have consciousness that saw the evil and resisted it? None of that was what Walker wanted to figure out though. He knew that he had to grab on to the mana here and alter it. Stop it from being thrown out of control by the immortal king. The elemental planes were delicately balanced since they were constantly changing and growing. When one of them was negatively influenced, the others felt the waves. The boundaries between them might shift. Those living within them might be harmed. Battle should be born because those planes might be smashed too closely. Might overlap and cause new manas to form which were too dangerous to be near. As the immortal king drew on fire mana, Walker began to draw on water. The clash caused steam and a collision of manas which pushed both backwards. As Walker adjusted himself again, he sensed earth mana surge around him before hundreds of earth javelins flew through the air. They had been shot forward using wind mana that the immortal king controlled. But the wind was not only controlled by the immortal king. Walker was able to grasp it and alter the course, sending several earth javelins back at the immortal king. They gathered dark mana on them as well. Making it clear that the mana was sent toward the immortal king to degrade his bones and weaken him. Hence why he used light mana to create a shield in front of him. The immortal king had long surpassed the natural weakness that an undead had for purifying light mana. He had made sure that when he changed bodies that he would be free of resistances. Every rune carved in to bone, every material used to meld with the bones, and every single magical spell he used strengthened them. He had even used natural mana to forcefully unite the body together so that he would be able to tear his soul from the tower he was sealed in and meld it along with this new body. The bones were deneser for a reason. They had to resist greater elemental manas and surpass what an undead would be weak to. Hence Walker's surprise when the immortal king used a light spell to boost his magical might. A buff like that was not supposed to work for an undead, yet here he was, watching it happen. Walker could only use his will to drag more mana toward him and keep it from spreading out in a wave around the area. He could sense the unease though. The death elemental plane was meant to be peaceful. Like an image that showed true calm, now it was forced in to turmoil causing various shifts in the gray mana and the scene of a calm field with mountains in the distance to change. Walker used the natural mana he could meld together to create a biff for himself. He was able to call on denser manas all at once by doing so. It would cost more of his own mana, but he could substitute that with the mana around him. He was deeply connected to mana now compared to who he had been before. "You can not bring back the dead from the death elemental mana. Nor can you bring them back from this plane. It is against the natural flow of all things. If you attempt this any longer you will bring worse fates upon yourself and the remnants of your people." Walker was not playing around. The mana being controlled by him had gathered and begun to take shape instinctively. "You are just a pathetic human! Your species ran and hid as they developed through the years. They were just experimental test subjects for us to use skills on. Barely worth the effort we spent on them! Take your sentiments and keep them to yourself. You would make a better undead mage than a hero.

Hearing that the immortal king would want to turn him in to an undead as well hit a sour note in Walker's heart. He would not fall and become a tool. He did not want all that he had accomplished to equal just another undead in an army of evil. He would never allow his heroic efforts, and those of all within Genesis to be undone. As his mana solidified, Walker began to realize he was using magic he had never used before. Earth and fire fused in to javelins of magma which were boosted by light mana to pierce through the air faster. He was controlling the wind and darkness to make vicious waves of decaying mist when water mana was mixed. But more so, the eternal codex had taken the form of a heart. The eternal codex was floating right in front of Walker as if it was an outer heart. It shifted through manas drawing them in and returning them to Walker. Perfectly calming down chaotic manas that would get out of his control. "Petty tricks will not work on this body. I am the peak of what any indeed can ever be. I made these bones from an ancient dragon's body. I made these runes from the blood of ancient monsters. I created these spirit veins from the ended life of a nature spirit just being born. You have no way to counter what I am capable of."

As proof of what the immortal king said, mana surged like waves around him. Fusing together in to natural mana, but then taking on a gray exterior as he forcefully added death mana. The result was a shifting mass of mana that mimicked the look of a skeletal king. Standing over Walker as if looking at an ant. "Do not look down on me!" Walker's anger seeped out. He felt every hateful feeling of those the immortal king killed. He felt every bit of fear that those experimented on felt. His heart ached with the knowledge that so many had suffered and watched those they loved suffer. The mana formed around him and rose to counter him. But when anyone would look at the skeletal king made of mana, they would still be unimpressed compared to the draconic, angelic, and mysterious form that Walker's mana took on.

Large wings reminiscent of an angels' had taken form using wind mana. Scales made of multiple manas, mostly balanced natural mana formed like a define. The body mimicked that of a human without features. However, the bright sparks and dark shifting grays proved that more was hidden within. Both life and death mana countering one another. What would have struck Walker as wonderous would be the spatial mana and the time mana also reacting to him. Manas were brought to him in a balanced form from various nearby areas because of space mana. Time mana surged to counter the sudden growth in space mana. Something that Walker had barely managed to even confirm he could sense had appeared due to his instincts. If even just to naturally balance the space mana. Being a member fo the origin race was on display right now. Clear as anything else. The strength it came with too, was being shown to the immortal king who felt proper fear for the first time in hundreds of years.  .…

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