The Arks 201 The Ark Of Monody

Despite his chubby appearance, Z was agile. Like Mavislin, he was dodging attacks with ease and propelling his own body up into the sky with just one hand.

"What do you mean by life force?"

"He is taking the years of his life to supply and make up for the lack of Elemental Energy he needs for the spells. In other words, he is aging quicker than us when using strong spells."

Mavislin looked at the man in horror.

"What type of Magecraft is that?!" she exclaimed, dodging another blast.

"It's not a type. If the Mage is desperate enough, they can take away years of their future to make sure the spell functions properly. It's called 'Using your Lifeforce'," explained Z.

"The days that never came, the moments that never were," she murmured as she looked at Raiyen.

Z was surprised at the small child's use of words. Whenever she was in battle, it seems that her words and behavior would mature significantly. Even the look in her eyes changed from a small child to an adult's in seconds.

She knew she had to end the fight soon, even Z was beginning to waver. He was unable to finish the battle without killing the young boy, which was a huge hurdle on his part. Mavislin stood still as she allowed her Aura to flare up.

"Let the light flow. Let the dark fade. Divine punishment descends from the heavens. Overturn this spell for this land to strive and flourish once again..." chanted Mavislin, as she closed her eyes.

Streams of golden light were being brought from the area and towards the Valkyrie, but there was something out of the norm. As the golden light got absorbed, the Valkyrie's fingers were laced with black streams instead.

"What are you doing?!" yelled Z, as he took down another Flashbang.

As he witnessed Mavislin, he couldn't help but remember the good old days. Days that the Mages spent carefree. When the conversion of Elements was allowed. When it was used to defeat the Husks, all those years back.

The true nature of the Elements. The reason why the Mages used Elements, why nearly anything could be used as an Element. It was due to the law of Conversion. The Elements were meant to be mixed around to extend the potential of what Elements and Mages could do.

Mages who are experts on a particular Element would eventually learn how to convert their Elements. They usually start small but a Valkyrie is a different being altogether.

She was converting her power. The streams of black soon morphed into a circular shape, still be controlled by her hands. Gillian took a peek at the battle. He realized the shape of the s.h.i.+eld was making the same emblem that what she had conjured up in the tryouts.

The Emblem of Valokia. Only those who were born there could ever come up with that symbol. The mark of the mightiest race in the Universe. Z was impressed. Since when was the young girl able to perform such a conversion?

Unlike the usual conversion, Water to Ice, she performed a Contradictory Conversion, converting Light to Dark. Baldwin looked from the porch, while the couple was still in the Old Chapel. It was a huge jump, which could mean that she was finally embracing her true self.

No more hiding. No more nightmares. No more deceiving herself. She finally dared to understand who she was and use it to her advantage. But the next question was the spell.

Each Mage has spells that they have learned and spells that they have made. Common Spells, ones that can be taught are usually small spells. Spells like Negation, Combining Elements, and Cascada were all trivial spells for new Mages.

Origin Spells, ones that a Mage invented, are like Ultimates. Those cannot be taught, copied, or handed down. Spells like Raiyen's Radiant storm, Z's Aegis, and Mavislin's Fire Feather Whip are all examples of Origin Spells.

The spell that Mavislin was currently conjuring was dangerous for one reason. It was a spell being created right then and there. No one knew if it was an Origin Spell or a Common Spell.

"Heaven's Wheel Alter: Monody!" yelled the Valkyrie, hurling a flurry of attacks towards the Time Mage.

A tune was made. A melody. The circular s.h.i.+eld was now s.h.i.+ning brightly as it produced an infinite number of black, smoky arrows, all aimed towards the Time Mage. Raiyen finally managed to snap out of his frenzy as he faced with the opposing spell head-on.

"c.r.a.p."