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Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers. The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed. Magic Fell. The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world. Normal Mages, that is. The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception. For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic. Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir. That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family. Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison. That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent, The ‘Hope’ was born. A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures, A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born. “Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!” And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear. ... Cover: AI-Generated (Plus little editing) ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: sleepdeprivedsloth

SleepDeprivedSloth · Fantasie
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I-I am really sorry!

"W-What are you doing!? I-Is that how a Mage supposed to fight!?

Just where in the hell did you learn something like this!?" 

Elric screamed, his annoyance was clear from his tone. Elara was throwing those stones at her at a constant pace, not giving him a break even for a single moment. 

Elara, on the other hand, didn't reply to Elric's words, she was focused on throwing the rocks while calculating how long could Elric keep this up. 

No matter how optimized a spell was and how much Elric had practiced and used the same spell, every spell needed Mana, for Spells that practically allowed a Mage to fly, the Mana consumption was even higher. 

Right now, the Stone Plate Elric had summoned was around 10 meters above the ground and was holding all of Elric's weight while moving around, Elara was sure that Elric didn't have enough Mana to continue this for long, at least not until she ran out of stones.