A Spell That Should Not Exist

Sean watched as the shield beside him flashed brightly in the raging wind, then burst open under the immense pressure of the surrounding Wind Element, and he immediately erected the next shield.

Sean desperately maintained his shield amidst the raging winds. If the shield broke, he would become a spiritual entity and detach from his body.

If he chooses to die, [Starshift Evasion] won't help him; he must deal with all possible attacks with all his might.

He was now completely trapped in the raging wind, and he didn't even know if he was still on that patch of land covered with weeds.

He was focused solely on maintaining the shield around his body, leaving him with almost no other options.

The Wind Element, having undergone three transformations, was far too powerful. Without a special Magic Scroll to counter it, he, as a mage of the Astrology School, had no means to deal with it.

No, as a mage of the Astrology School, he would never have set foot here in the first place. Why didn't he receive any warning?

It was only then that Sean realized something: none of the prophecies he had made when he entered this place mentioned the danger he would face.

"What's going on? Why...?"

His movements inevitably slowed down, and the outermost layer of the shield shattered prematurely due to his operational error.

He snapped out of his daze, his Mental Power re-attached to the shield, and his hand unconsciously reached for the Truecolor Star Sand at his waist.

To his horror, the bag in his hand was nearly empty; through the bag, it seemed that there were only a few grains of Truecolor Star Sand left.

"But these Wind Element, which have undergone three transformations, cannot penetrate my current shield. Based on experience, these Wind Element will disappear in three minutes..."

But the single grain of Truecolor Star Sand in his hand vanished, as if it had never existed at all.

This made him somewhat afraid. If things continued at this pace, once the four Elemental Conversion were completed, it would be Elemental Storm, Legendary spell that the Elemental School had relied on for thousands of years.

While a single cycle isn't enough to reach the level of a Legendary spell, completing four transformations and one cycle will create a [Minor Elemental Storm].

This spell is powerful enough to kill Sean, crushing his current body and shield into dust.

He was completely unable to resist.

"No, that's unlikely. What I'm trying to avoid is the attack launched by the Elemental School mage who's planning to ambush me after these Wind Element dissipate."

"Yes, that's it. Since he's already prepared to attack me, he must have made ample preparations. He's trying to deplete my shield."

"[Minor Elemental Storm], I've seen it before. It takes four Third Order Mage Yobner Society to cast it together..."

Sean recalled the process of unleashing a [Minor Elemental Storm] that he had witnessed before.

The first three Elemental Conversion were quite simple for Third Order Mage who Yobner Society; they were all basically proficient at them.

However, the fourth Elemental Conversion is not feasible; that's a realm that a Third Order Mage cannot reach.

At that time, each of the four mages possessed two elements, and two mages could cooperate when each Elemental Conversion.

In addition, the four mages forming another cyclical concept are what allow them to unleash a [Minor Elemental Storm].

Four third-tier elemental mages, all Yobner Society —what reason would such a group have to attack him?

That was the only way Sean could convince himself; otherwise, he felt he was definitely doomed.

If [Starshift Evasion] had evaded the elemental mage's sneak attack after the Wind Element dissipated, he would still have a chance to survive. But if it was Minor Elemental Storm, he would be doomed.

However, the situation did not seem to change as he had hoped. The Truecolor Star Sand in his hand gradually disappeared until the last grain vanished from his palm.

He fumbled around in the bag, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the last grain.

There were still two minutes left before the Wind Element dissipated, and his shield reserves were still plentiful.

But Sean was extremely nervous at this moment. He knew that [Starshift Evasion] had a limit, and once that limit was exceeded, the spell would have no effect.

When he felt the bag in his hand suddenly swell back to its original state of being full of Truecolor Star Sand, Sean felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave—he was doomed.

The Truecolor Star Sand was returned, meaning that even with the addition of magic, he would still find it difficult to withstand the next attack that would hit him.

"Um?"

At that moment, the Wind Element Wind Element around him changed; they did not transform into Water Element as he had desperately hoped.

In an instant, these Wind Element emitted light and heat again, as if they had transformed into Fire Element.

This was beyond Sean's comprehension. The elements he had seen that had undergone transformation would dissipate directly after lacking Mental Power, and there was never a phenomenon of them transforming back.

Immediately afterward, to Sean's astonishment, the Fire Element transformed back into the Earth Element, and his shield shattered in an instant, leaving only three layers.

Then, he felt the mud and water being squeezed in, expanding instantly.

Sean didn't know the fundamental difference between the Minor Elemental Storm that completed the cycle through four transformations and the current magical phenomenon that went through three transformations and then reverted to the previous one.

However, he knew that both were the same to him, because he couldn't defend against them even if he used [Starshift Evasion].

In this backward region, there was little light at night, not to mention that the stars and moon were mostly hidden behind the clouds, making it almost impossible for the guards to see anything except for the torches at hand.

They could only sense that the rain outside had stopped at a certain moment, and then a sudden burst of intense light appeared in the distance, as if it were dawn. The light dimmed, and a violent wind, unlike anything they had ever heard before, exploded in their ears.

The violent wind continued for a long time, during which the light in the distance shone again, accompanied by a rumbling sound as if the earth were moving. Finally, the rain poured down as if someone had poured it directly on, and the entire Lorinvik pass was flooded.

Fran arrived at the location of the trap she had set, where she was using her Telekinetic Hand to pull a figure dressed in a black robe, who was completely soaked.

At this moment, the original hill looked as if it had been uprooted, leaving only a deep pit, which was then transformed into a small lake by the torrential rain.

Fran stood atop one of the mountains. The heavy rain was still falling, and ordinary people here could hardly see anything more than a meter away, as everything was blocked by the thick curtain of rain.

Although the environment was harsh, Sean's location was actually easy to find because she heard Sean's screams.

After Third Order Mage's physical body dies, they will indeed transform into a spiritual body, which is not considered a true death.

However, judging from the fact that Fran has not seen a single High-Order Mage who is merely a spiritual entity, this spiritual form will also have an impact on the mage himself.

She could hear a violent wail, an unconscious reaction from Sean after his spiritual body formed.

When the spiritual body is separated from the physical body, it's like an ordinary person losing their limbs; the scope of things it can influence is naturally greatly reduced. For High-Order Mage, the so-called spiritual body is merely an excuse to remain immortal; it's far from comfortable.

Of course, this form also has its advantages, namely that low-level Profession are helpless against it, as it is not a spirit body, but pure spiritual matter.

Low-level spells and Combat Technique are almost entirely ineffective against this kind of spiritual substance; it seems that one can only watch a spiritual entity escape or have a low-level Profession try to kill it with their life force.

Fran left the believer outside and went closer to the source of the wailing; Sean's spirit was still unable to move freely at this point.

The dense Water Element around him made him feel as if he were carrying a thousand pounds of weight, and his subconscious physical attachment made it difficult for him to leave.

Upon seeing Fran's approaching figure, Sean's groans were punctuated by a few hints of surprise.

"It's you... No, this isn't right, why didn't my prophecy warn me at all?"

He couldn't understand why the prophecies, known for their ability to avert disaster, wouldn't give him any hints; this completely overturned his worldview.

He and Fran were in such close contact that they had met and communicated in person several times.

The fundamental theories of Astrology School, which are based on the core concept of connection, would never allow such a situation to occur.

That's because the theories of Astrology School over thousands of years, are wrong?!

At the very least, the prophecy should have reminded itself when Fran was about to take action, or when she showed any strong hostility.

But he was never warned by the prophecy!!

"Why didn't the prophecy warn me?!" Sean, who was used to relying on prophecies, roared in terror.

Fran didn't have any special means to hear what Sean's spirit was saying at that moment, nor did she want to know.

All she could hear was the increasingly large and erratic roars of the spiritual entity.

When Fran saw the light blue, transparent body of the spirit, the red crystal in her robes emitted a dazzling light.

She didn't give the spirit a chance to cast any spells, and directly activated the [Smelting Blood] Spell Ring at full power.

After some thought, the spirit form realized that it was almost certain to die. It was powerless to resist and could not escape the range of the spell's influence.

In despair, he subconsciously used Prophecy Spell; this was the only arrangement he could make in such a short time.

Behind that familiar magical fluctuation came a chilling voice.

"Now, you can die at the hands of this sorcerer, just like your son Connor."

"No..." The spirit body let out a final wail, and an extremely audacious idea surged through its entire body.

A sorcerer once said that in the realm of astrological prophecy, the most powerful thing is not concealment. Because any prophecy that points to a concealed target will only reveal a blank space and will not return any result, just like a failed spell.

However, as long as an investigation is conducted to find objects that cannot be predicted, there is still a possibility of finding them.

The most powerful aspect is bias; any prophecy that points to or is related to it will lean in a direction that no one wants to see—one that is beneficial to the goal you are prophesying about.

You'll keep going down the wrong path, unable to grasp any useful clues, just like Sean before. If he had been led to the Northern Territory, the Divine Statue in the church would have been enough for him to find the name of the Lord of Radiance on his features, but he only got some basic information and kept going around in circles, hitting walls everywhere.

You will disappear from your target's sight in a way that is most advantageous to them, just like Sean is doing now; only now has his prophecy revealed its fangs.

Perhaps for Fran, killing Connor first, and then his father to eliminate any future trouble, was the most beneficial course of action, at least in the eyes of the Stars.

The wails of the spiritual entity nearly subsided until the moment its transparent body and the surrounding water curtain were enveloped in red— Sean lost his last consciousness.

The unconverted rainwater evaporated instantly, and the water vapor formed a dense fog around Fran.

Fran then manipulated the scorched red liquid, using her Mental Power to squeeze and twist it together.

She didn't seem to be shaping something correctly at all; instead, she was twisting it like a pretzel, wanting to twist it as many times as possible.

The wailing that had been echoing in my ears had long since disappeared.

When she felt it was about time, she used her remaining Mental Power to convert the burnt red liquid back into its original state.

The previous Elemental Conversion and [Elemental Regression] had already consumed a large amount of her Mental Power, and now she had used [Blood of the Furnace] once more.

Her Mental Power was nearly depleted at this moment, barely enough to sustain [Blood of the Furnace].

The spiritual body was transformed back, but the original spiritual body was humanoid, while the current spiritual body is a distorted triangle.

It was as if someone had poked a hole in the spiritual body, and the spiritual matter inside was leaking out wildly.

At this point, Fran believed that Sean was probably really dead.

A smile appeared on her face, and her left hand, which was not idle, emerged from her sleeve, revealing a bright white mark on her wrist.

That was the Divine Power given to her by the Lord of Radiance, and now she was going to use that Divine Power to fabricate the true cause of Sean's death.

She glanced at the stars in the sky, having already calculated the time; it was now precisely the opportune moment to use the [Falling Star Spear].

Three beads on her pearl bracelet disappeared while she was making a wish, which made her feel a little heartbroken.

But the effect was excellent. At this moment, Sean's physical body reappeared, and it looked as if something had pierced through the sides of his head, chest, and knees, emitting a special aura.

"Using Divine Power to repair the physical body of the spirit is quite convenient..."