Vel sat cross-legged in the dirt, leaning against a wooden fence post while Celia drank from her waterskin. The afternoon sun turned the packed earth into a dusty arena.
His fingers twitched as he navigated his interface panels discreetly. The spell window appeared, showing the incantation for [Light's Blessing].
"You're being awfully quiet," Celia said, lowering her waterskin and wiping her mouth.
"Just catching my breath," Vel replied casually, studying the spell's details. A faint smile crossed his face at the memory of Landre using him as her test subject, eager to showcase her progress while he endured her magic's tingling sensations.
The spell showed improved resistance to dark elements, but the mana cost made him wince. He noted the incantation—"Sanctus Lumire Aeghis"—differed from Landre's whispered prayers that achieved the same result.
Apparently pushing his mana limits, casting spells until exhaustion set in can improve your mana pool lik muscle. Yet, progress felt agonizingly slow.
"Ready for another round?" Celia asked, brushing dirt from her practice clothes.
"Give me another minute," Vel replied, still absorbed in the spell's details. The contrast between Landre's divine magic and his systematic spellcasting intrigued him. Same result, different methods. There had to be a way to optimize this...
Vel furrowed his brow, mentally mapping out the sigils from the spell's magic circle. The intricate patterns glowed softly in his mind, each representing a vital function.
The first sigil pulsed with energy. Amplification. It could increase the caster's light resistance. He envisioned how it might enhance his defenses against shadowy attacks, a crucial asset in a world where darkness lurked around every corner.
The second sigil radiated warmth, representing the light attribute. It served as a conduit for all things bright and pure, channeling Shizka's grace into the spell.
Lastly, he focused on the mitigation sigil. Its purpose clicked into place like a piece of an intricate puzzle. This one would absorb and soften incoming dark attacks, reducing their impact significantly.
He tried to translate these components into something only he could understand—
enhance(caster.resistance.light, spell_level)
It felt so simple yet profoundly powerful. He visualized it clearly:
If(incoming_attack.element is element.dark): mitigate(incoming_attack, spell_level).
"Hey! If we don't get back to practice soon, Von's gonna scold us!" Celia's voice cut through his thoughts, pulling him back to reality.
Vel chuckled softly but nodded in agreement. That was true; Von had taken a newfound interest in their training sessions lately. His strictness caught them off guard at first. The unexpected intensity left Vel questioning what had sparked this change in their father.
"Let's not keep him waiting then," Vel replied, pushing himself up from the post and shaking off the lingering fatigue in his arms.Vel furrowed his brow, mentally mapping the sigils from the spell's magic circle. Each intricate pattern glowed softly, representing a vital function.
Vel adjusted his stance, wiping sweat from his brow as he prepared for another round against Celia. The air buzzed with anticipation, their laughter and playful taunts ringing through the clearing.
Suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted their practice. Vel turned to see Von approaching, his face more serious than usual. Each step seemed deliberate yet burdened, as if he carried a weight that pressed down on him.
CZYTASZ
GameDev Reincarnated into His Own Creation
FantasyWhen renowned game developer Giri meets his untimely end, he awakens as twelve-year-old Vel in the magical realm of Aeonalus-his own creation. Five hundred years have passed since he crafted the world, and Vel finds himself in the village of Oakhave...
