Arcanist Tales
“The tale never ends, until a hero conquers the demons. May science and will prevail.” *** Alistair Neon Percival. The True Apostle of the Luminiferous Aêther, The Reckless, The Defender of all Beings, Self proclaimed king of emotional blackmail, Reborn in the year 1980 NC. His goal? To be the strongest and attain all magical, scientific, and economical knowledge in the world! However, with the flames of war staining the vast world, soldiers bidding their family farewell, and kingdoms of the realm butting heads to see who has the biggest stick. Institutions on the rise, large and small, each competing for benefits while experimenting on the common populace in the name of science. This is the tales of the Alistair, the practitioner of all things Arcane and most especially. The Apostle Of Aether. Note: contains strong themes of violence, real world knowledge, and slightly opinionated narration.
a draft again
Max was slowly gathering a ball of electricity into his hands, which enclosed a metal ball, as he jumped across the trees at breakneck speeds.
Max felt a bit panicked for a reason, but he did not know the reason, so he planned to attack from afar.
"From the reports that were retrieved about the undead, they are also weak against electricity-like attacks. Which is in line with the web novels, I read in my past life."
Max smiled at the thought and found a vantage point.
"I just have to wait for the entire team to get into position. Although, I still feel somewhat… uneasy!"
After a few seconds, everyone was in position. Max smiled and the light in his hands brightened up in sparks. Lighting arcs brightened up his hands as he concentrated.