SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

Nether naturally corroded anything it touched.

The more intense and it was, the more powerful the decay would be—and the quicker it would take for anything to devolve into nothing. That was what made this radical, perverse element so dangerous.

One would expect the magnitude of Stefan’s Nether to have the same effect, considering how incredible the power was.

But, it didn’t!

The air around him remained the same. The ground remained the same. The city, the Beastfolk, the flowers… everything maintained its purity.

And it was all because of one being.

“Your last chance to stand down is now. You can not emerge victorious.”

“SHUUUTTTT UUUUUPPPPP!!!”

Stefan went critical, gathering all the Nether that leaked out of him so he could expel all of it at once. The moment he did so, not only would the entire area be destroyed, but the corrosive effect of Nether would return everything to nothingness.

‘I’ll ruin everything!’

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