The Master of Uradan

Rohan leaped toward the red threads after launching his spell, but before he reached the dome to try to force his way, he realized he had been slightly wrong. The Intermediate Warrior was even faster than he thought, and for the first time in his life, he saw what was exactly a mana blade, a skill from an Intermediate Warrior.

The warrior simply cleaved his sword while dodging the wind blade. A white beam curved like a quarter of the moon flew at high speed. Time slowed down. Rohan didn't even have any more mana to activate Overload, but his senses increased on their own. There was less than a meter from him and the red mana dancing there. But that wasn't enough.

The old man had cleaved his sword horizontally with his sword, directing with precision the blade made of pure white mana. This blow was simply perfect. Even if he knew how to enter this dome, and that wasn't the case, Rohan would be hit by the skill. If he didn't move, then he would be hit as well, and if he tried to dodge to the other side, the warrior already moving rapidly under the slowed world would catch up to him in a breath of time.

The world furtherly slowed down. Death was near. Rohan felt a grey veil encompassing the whole area. Rohan felt his whole body heating up as he tensed up under the certain death approaching.

A maniac smile appeared on his face. At least he would try everything before dying.

His mana boiled inside his brain and surged toward his arm. He continued forward, while he materialized immediately three wind blades.

The spells from a wizard cost far less than the skills of a warrior. Furthermore, the wind spells were known for their low cost, not that Rohan knew about it. With his capacity of 10 points of mana inside his mana stone, he had the ability to launch five times a wind spell as it cost 2 points of mana.

He used everything he had and while the three wind blades tore through the air to meet the mana blade, Rohan crossed the short distance remaining. He didn't look anymore at any result. He had nothing on him anymore. His mana stone was now empty, and his mana core as well from the numerous times he had used Charge to come here earlier.

He gritted his teeth. On his right, the blades meet each other in a loud crash. Rohan wasn't watching, but the old man couldn't believe it.

Apart from the possibility that this young man was playing with his life, he was sure that the boy was only a rank 1 Beginner Wizard. But the might of his spell was far more powerful than that. It was almost of the level coming from a rank 3 or 4 Beginner Wizard!

A stalemate appeared when the different kinds of mana met each other before the three wind spells broke apart from the power coming from the mana blade. It wasn't even for a second, but Rohan had already reached the dome, and without wasting time, he put his two palms fiercely on it.

The Intermediate Warrior, seeing this, asked himself if this young boy was tired of living. Touching this dome with his body was already self-torture, but with the openings of the meridians? Even a Supreme Warrior wouldn't dare to do this, less himself!

The next scene almost made Rohan scream from the top of his lungs, but he couldn't. It wasn't because he didn't want to, but because the pain was so intense his breath was cut off.

His skin was torn apart while countless small cuts appeared on his palm. But it wasn't the worst. The mana from the red thread entered through his two meridians, with the first one being slightly larger since Rohan was enlarging it to create a vortex.

An explosion resounded on his body as something seemed to break. It was the meridians. Red mana flowed in toward the almost empty mana core. Numerous cracks appeared on their way under the might and pressure coming from this strange mana.

The instant it arrived inside the mana core, the red mana trampled against the white, as if a violent battle broke out between two factions. But one was clearly stronger. The white mana, which could be found everywhere and said to be the purer form of mana a mana user could use, slowly turned red.

Not even a second had passed since Rohan had put his hand against the dome, and his whole body was shaking under the red mana filling up his mana core. The mana blade, weakened by the three winds blade, struck him on his right.

The horizontal mana slashed at his waist before disappearing. Blood flowed out immediately as the remnant of his armor flew around. The shock from the blow crashing on his body sent Rohan away.

His hands were stuck against the red dome. He couldn't move them. Thus, the shock could only move his body in one direction as Rohan was now spitting blood. He violently collided against the solid wall made of mana. His whole body was instantly cut everywhere, but the difference with the first time he had hit this damn dome, was clear. He couldn't move away.

The strands dug his body and clothes as they slashed everywhere. A pool of blood formed at his feet, but Rohan overlooked this pain. It was nothing. Nothing at all compared to the following.

His head leaned on the dome. Apart from the threads ravaging it, the red mana flowed inside his head, heading straight toward his mana stone.

The old warrior watched with a solemn expression. It was the first time he actually saw this hell, but he knew what was happening. Since this place had been discovered, no one, no matter their strength, had gone through this barrier. If someone let this strange mana enter his body, even if it was a Supreme mana user, he wouldn't be able to leave as he would be stuck against it.

No one could resist this mana, and this was for a peculiar but dreadful reason: even after entering the mana core or mana stone or whatever, the red mana couldn't be used. No one could control it, as if it was a being that dimmed no one was worthy enough to control it.

The result of this was that it was impossible to make this mana leave the body in normal ways, as all other forms of mana were destroyed by it. For this young warrior as well as a wizard, a legendary magic warrior, to finish like this, the old man could only sigh out loud.

But this boy had dared to sneak here, so there was nothing to be sorry about. He wielded his sword and decided to show a bit of mercy. He approached, ready to shorten his torment.

The young boy couldn't even scream or shout under such unimaginable pain. His mana stone and mana core should now be on the verge of being shattered, and once such a thing would happen, the red mana would flow everywhere.. Even imagining this pain was torture, and with a last show of clemency, the old man slashed his sword and aimed for the throat of the boy.