Chapter 8- Ancestral Symbol Ignition (2)

Simon repeatedly cast fire magic left and right, burning all the wolves charging and encircling him along with the trees and ground behind. Many trees were burnt into charcoal, due to his high magic stats which was greater than his other stats.

But even this had a limit. His (MP) which was around 7000 had reduced to 3000 something. He knew that this cannot go on for long because as soon as he runs out of mana, he will be completely defenceless.

He had to come up with something and fast. Among his offensive skills, two stood out – [Fire Magic Mastery], which he was currently relying on, and [Ancestral Symbol Ignition]. The latter, however, came with an enigmatic skill description that made him hesitant to use it.

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[Ancestral Symbol Ignition]:- ignites the ancestral symbol in your body to drastically increase both stats and skills for a limited period of time. Skill duration- [10 minutes], the duration increases as the owner ranks up.

Temporarily fuses all the skills the user has, leaving them unable to use any skill after the duration ends.

[Warning:- places a heavy burden on the body]

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The skill description sounded like a last resort of sorts which made Simon cautious to use the skill. He did not know what might come after, which was why leaving the body completely exhausted was a bad idea.

Awoooooooo…Grrrrrrr... Suddenly, the leader wolf issued a bone-chilling howl, signaling the relentless charge of the wolves. Trapped and outnumbered, Simon knew he had only one choice left. And so he activated his last resort skill.

At that instant, a wild gust of wind burst out of his body, blasting the wolves and uprooting the surrounding trees along with it. His body became the centre of the storm. The complex markings on his body started lighting up with a golden-black lustre, igniting and disappearing into nothingness

After the storm stopped, Simon slowly stepped out. His body had grown a few centimetres, muscles brimming with energy and his hair which was previously pitch black, now had few golden strands mix within them.

The entire aura around him had changed drastically.

Simon extended his hand and cast fire magic once again. But this time the scale and power brought forth by the skill was on a whole different level.

BOOoooooooMM

Everything in the trajectory of the magic disappeared without any remains. The land up to a few dozen meters was gouged out as the magic displayed its might. All the sounds echoing inside the forest disappeared at this moment and a scene of carnage unfolded soon after.

Simon started charging towards the wolves, the speed at which he moved was many times faster than before and the ground cracked wherever he stepped.

Before the surrounding direwolves could ascertain what had transpired, they were grabbed by their tails and smashed onto the ground with so much force that they instantly turned into a meaty paste.

Simon dished out a storm of punches and kicks powerful enough to kill all the direwolves that were unfortunate enough to run a step too late.

BANG… BANG… BANG… his body was filled with destructive power, and his mind felt refreshing to the extreme when slaughtering these wolves.

Simon unaware of these changes that were happening inside him, continued his charge towards the pack of direwolves who up until now looked at him with the eyes of a predator.

Even though he now outclassed them in stats and had gained an upper hand in this clash, it was a temporary strength. He was still aware that once the duration of the skill ends their position would reverse and he would become the prey instead. As such, he needed to end this swiftly. 

"Let's start by reducing their numbers," Simon muttered unaware of the wicked smile that spread to his face.

'If fire magic isn't enough then let's add wind to it'. Simon raised his hand high and imagined flames combusting with increased power as the wind propagated them even further.

Under the effects of the [Ancestral Symbol Ignition], he felt like could do anything at this moment, even harnessing different attributes of magic felt natural to him. 

With wind aiding the fire magic, a fireball soon took shape. It was rotating at a rapid speed pulling the surrounding air towards it. The intensity of the flames was so great that lit the surrounding area brightly.

The air distorted from the sizzling heat of the fireball as it started growing rapidly in size, and before long it grew up to a size of five-meter.

The Direwolves being creatures of instinct, probably smelled the scent of danger coming from the fireball and started retreating back towards the forest.

"Haha after cornering me to no extent, you still wish to retreat? Too late! Now then it's time to end this farce."

"Fire-Wind Magic [Flare Sun]."

With those words, the fireball surged forward, consuming everything in its path. The forest, the land, everything that was in the trajectory of the magic, was scorched into cinders.

The fireball instantly caught up to the retreating direwolves after a while. Simon who was standing still, saw the scene with eyes of indifference and slowly clenched his hand. Immediately after the fireball exploded.

BOOOOOOoooooooooMMMM

A small sun appeared in one part of the forest, it looked dazzling in the darkness of the night.