(Third-person perspective)
As Aermir stepped out of the weirwood tree, a sharp burning sensation enveloped his ankle, a sign that the magical barrier surrounding the Night's King's mark had collapsed. Aermir gritted his teeth against the pain, refusing to succumb to despair. He began to precisely draw a ritual circle on the ground, the intricate symbols forming channels to the power he wished to harness.
The pain intensified, flowing through his veins like liquid flames, but Aermir persevered. He used the crisscrossing lightning bolts to summon the power of water and earth; the pure magic contained within the lightning bolts answered his call. He slammed his hands into the ground.
(Rivers winding through the embrace of the earth,
And stones that bear the weight of time and space,
I summon the ever-flowing essence of water.
And the steadfast strength bestowed by the earth.
As Aermir chanted, the ritual circle shimmered with magical energy. All the elements responded to his call, converging within the drawn symbols. Finally, he mustered his courage and merged water and earth together, weaving them into a harmonious dance of the life elements.
• Vyguēsin Modocalcinum (Summon Medium Nature Elemental)
The ground beneath his feet trembled, and the summoned natural elements took shape in the soil like a growing tree, embodying the delicate balance between water and earth, representing the vitality of wildlife and forests.
The natural element stands slightly taller than a human, emerging from the illusory energy, majestic and primal. Its form blends the resilience of a rock Giants with the ethereal beauty of a tree-man.
Its shoulders were covered with branches, adorned with vibrant green moss, hanging down in layers like nature's mane. Short, stubby legs supported its weight, and its long, winding arms stretched out like tendrils, each appendage a composite of rock, tree branches, leaves, and moss. This elemental monster resembled a gorilla. Unlike other elemental spirits, this elemental sprite didn't possess spells or other magical abilities, but it had something else entirely: it was brimming with life. As long as the sacrificial circle remained intact and within a 100-meter radius, it could slowly regenerate itself.
The fire element worked well in temporarily sealing the mark, but he knew that a more effective method was needed to completely remove it. Fire, the Night's King's enemy, needed to be strengthened. He considered using wind, but wind could only amplify the destructive power of the flames, which was not what he needed.
Instead, he needed to focus on the life force within the flames, a dormant power capable of restoring vitality and purification, but his flames were only strong enough to seal. The missing piece was the need for a rich source of pure mana to summon sufficiently powerful natural elements as a crucial catalyst. He had summoned other natural elements before, but they were less than a third the strength of this one.
Aermir's every movement was filled with urgency. He swiftly drew a larger ritual circle on the remnants of natural elemental magic. He meticulously erected a massive stone within the circle, its imposing shape resembling a conduit for the powerful force he wished to harness. Aermir used his own magic to inscribe runes on the stone, hastily completing the ritual.
As the Night's King's merciless influence assailed him, Aermir felt his magic dwindling; a countdown to an imminent confrontation was underway. Time ticked by, each second crucial.
Aermir focused his will, and flames erupted before him, taking on the ethereal form of a wolf. Wildfire Spirit are creatures of unstable energy, always ready to obey the summoner's commands. Without hesitation, Aermir also summoned a medium-level fire elemental, pure fire essence forming around him.
Aermir initiated the next phase of the ritual, Sacrifice natural elements in a burst of magical energy. The life force within him intertwined with moderate fire element, their essence fusing into a humanoid entity enveloped in flames. The color of the flames changed from the usual red and orange to a vibrant green, a testament to the successful fusion of elemental powers.
To test the effects of this magical alchemy, Aermir carefully placed his hand into the green flame. Instead of burning his hand, the flame embraced it with a soothing warmth. Watching the small wound gradually heal, Aermir felt a surge of satisfaction—he had indeed awakened the life dormant within the flame.
However, the triumphant smile on his face made him realize a problem. Although the combined elements possessed the essence of revitalization, they lacked intelligence, unable to actively utilize this newly discovered power, or respond to complex commands. The solution lay with the Wildfire Spirit, which possessed the necessary intelligence but lacked the powerful flames of the elements. Currently, the Wildfire Spirit was of a very low level, with basic intelligence comparable to that of a two- or three-year-old child. Aermir turned to it and said...
Āeksio atrābagon (devouring elements)
The Wildfire Spirit, like a playful flame and resembling a wolf, leaped onto the combined elements and sat cross-legged atop the emerald flames. In an instant, a surging crimson flame enveloped the scene, forming a hellish tornado that devoured the merged elements.
In the scorching tornado, the green flames of the elements began to intertwine with the crimson flames of the Wildfire Spirit. As the energy merged, the colors deepened, turning into a deep, dark green with hints of crimson. From the center of the flames emerged a colossal creature—a giant, dark green wolf, its size comparable to that of a small elephant.
Aermir stood exhausted on the edge of the cliff, feeling the Night's King's relentless thrust emanating from the mark on his ankle, a force seemingly determined to erode his very essence. Aermir's magical reserves were depleted, and the intense drain on his magic brought him to the brink of collapse.
The pressure from the Night's King's influence intensified, Aermir could feel the evil tendrils of dark energy creeping silently through his body. Every step forward felt like an eternal struggle against an unyielding force. Aermir stood on the verge of unconsciousness, his vision flickering.
With his last ounce of strength, Aermir turned his gaze to the Wildfire Spirit. "Se haejagon azantys daor (Transform your being into purifying essence)," he commanded in a weary but resolute voice. The Wildfire Spirit answered its master's call. It bowed its head reverently, transforming its essence into a dazzling light—the very embodiment of the purifying power Aermir sought.
As the spirit of fire engulfed him in the verdant hell, the flames did not burn him but resonated with a purifying warmth. Aermir turned his gaze to the towering monolith within the ritual circle. With trembling hands, he touched the surface of the stone, chanting incantations that sang rhythmically through the air like a melody:
(At the heart of the elemental dance, fire and nature mingle.)
Beside the ancient form of the megalith, the essence of purification is elevated.
Let the flames of purification and freedom merge with the harmony of the earth.
As the shadows of night attempt to advance, they try to dispel the stains and restore balance.
Aermir's desperate, pleading words echoed in the ritual space. The stone tablet absorbed the essence of the incantation, and as Aermir burned in the purifying flames, it regained its vibrant life. A transcendent energy surged within the sacrificial circle.
As the infernal fire of the Wildfire Spirit mingled with the ancient power of the stone tablet, a transformative alchemy unfolded. The flames took on rainbow colors, shimmering with emerald and silver hues. Aermir's form blurred in the purifying flames, becoming a silhouette against the radiant energy of the ritual.