Denser wanted to be a mage in dark arts. Similar to a necromancer, but not to be confused. Dark mages, were powerful offensive mages. They treasured the world around them. Dark mages could easily manipulate the powers of nature to their own will, if well-trained. Wind, Water, Fire, Earthâ?¦they were the elements. And the mana stones. Most basic spells revolved around these. If Denser were able to become a dark mage, he would laugh at those warriors, whom flex their muscles foolishly. Denser would send them to hell, to live a life full of pain and suffering, with advanced fire spellsâ?¦. â??Eruptionâ?¦â?? He thought. Eruption would do it. It was his dream to become a dark mage, and he was already in training, he smiled a little. He could cast spells like Firerain. A incantation that sent down droplets of burning hot inferno from a fissure in the sky, melting things almost instantly, and burning flesh on contact. This spell was almost always useless though. It only lasted a few seconds and was usually uncontrollable and inaccurate. Icicle. This spell, literally chilled to the bone. It froze your blood. Sending a cone spiralling head one it would freeze, or rapidly decrease the amount of heat from any object it touched with itâ??s icicle-like, appearance. Advanced mages were known to be able to control the direction of this cone, instead of one straight line, and holding the mana shape for longer, causing total destruction. Hellball. A huge flaming orb, like a giant, hollow meteor, one rains from the sky, molten lava. It was different from Firerain. Hellball let you really feel the pain, it slowly burned instead of quickly killing you. Denser had seen people with twisted faces and heard gruesome screams when Hellball had been cast. Death and destruction. Itâ??s what he wanted to bring about. But those were just basic spells. Anyone who had the power to harness and control the deep power of mana could cast those spells. You didnâ??t even need to understand what mana was. Or see it for that matter. But, Denser had potential, he really wanted to be a mage, he wanted to own what should have been his in the first place. But he did not live well, he was just a poor farmer. He needed to master the power of mana. He thought of all this while changing into his training clothes. A glistening black robe, with a shoulder left out, brown, leather gauntlets, and mage sandals. He was ready for todayâ??s training, but first he was going to stop at the pond.
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