Bounded Field

The battle began immediately with Fafnir charging in.

「Skill 'Wrath' has been activated」

「All offensive skills and spells has been greatly enhanced」

A scarlet-red aura surrounded the blood-red dragon as soon as he did so, raising his power and speed by multitudes, while at the same time chipping away at his sanity…what's left of it, anyway.

The spirit witch just gave a casual glance as the blood-red dragon charged in with astonishing speed. She raised her hand in a quick and smooth manner, forming dozens of mana plates in the space between her and Fafnir.

With a scream alike to somebody being burned alive, the evil dragon, Fafnir activated another skill.

「Skill 'Vanity' has been activated」

「All support and buff skills has been greatly enhanced」

The scarlet-red aura turned into pink as Fafnir's power increased once more, at the cost of even more sanity.

*crash crash crash crash crash crash crash*

The pure-white barriers shattered one by one as Fafnir easily barreled through them. The piercing sound of something like glass shattering echoed within the cavern they were currently in, and the barriers the spirit witch summoned were easily taken care of with Fafnir's vicious charge.

*clang*

However, before the scarlet-red dragon's maw could reach the witch, a translucent green sphere of Conjuration and Enhancement blinked into existence around the witch's person.

The spirit witch didn't even cast the evil dragon a glance as she effortlessly drifted forwards, right where Regin was.

She raised her brow and crossed her arms. "And what are you doing here?"

Regin gulped as unbelievable pressure started welling up in his draconic chest. "Just…damage control." He barely eked out.

"Hmmm…" The spirit witch fell into contemplation, ignoring the repetitive and ineffective attacks of the blood-red dragon just behind her. "Very well, just make sure not to interfere and I'll water down your punishment—you know, for letting this incident happen in the first place.

Regin slowly nodded, making absolutely sure not to offend the witch in any way.

She nodded as well. "Good." With just this simple response, she turned back, but barely looked at the fuming red dragon behind her. "Are you finished?" She questioned mockingly.

Fafnir was already out of breath in the short amount of time since the battle—if you can even call it that—began.

The spirit witch caught sight of this and raised her arm with one fluid motion. An alarming amount of mana started gathering just above it, passing through her barrier and coalescing at the tip of her index finger. "You've gone too far this time, proud lizard. By the power granted to me by the High Spirits of this labyrinth…die."

*pew*

An icy-white ray of fire shot out of her fingertip in a straight line, passing through her barrier harmlessly and piercing the evil dragon's heart without any visible resistance whatsoever.

"…!!" Fafnir's eyes went wide as a crystal ball. Before he could even think, his heart had already been pierced.

Regin watched with a calculative gaze as he witnessed the blood-red dragon's be pierced in a near instant. This is bad. If this continues, that monster might even need MY help. If that happens and the witch realizes that I formed an alliance against her, then it would be my heart being pierced. With her level of authority in this place, though unlikely, she could interrupt my reincarnation. I cannot let that happen…not yet. I still have so many questions, and so little answers.

A message lit up in Regin's vision.

「Your attribute 'Pathfinder' has been activated」

「Skill 'Melancholy has been activated」

「All defensive and evasive skills and spells has been greatly enhanced」

Regin focused deep within himself and into his own core—the main question inside of him, the one thing that seemingly grew further he tried to reach into it. Regin closed his eyes and began chanting.

"To you, O forgotten one

To thee, O fragmented part of me

To the one and only thing I cannot grasp—"

"…!!" The spirit witch turned back to see the blue-blooded dragon with various runes of various spells and natures glowing in midair, covering him in a shade of brilliant blue, along with a couple of purple motes here and there.

The world began to change considerably, the once rocky cavern being gradually painted over by the world inside of blue-blooded dragon. Regin's eyes lit up with a purple tint, glowing brighter by the second.

"O, illusory world of the forgotten, I calk for thee—" Regin looked at the spirit witch with a determined and ethereal gaze. "—Glemt Nov."

The world began to shift over as Regin's Bounded Field took over the entire space, constructing a spire of confidence inside of Fafnir's pierced chest.

The spirit witch raised her hand and summoned her staff.

*thunk*

The bottom part of her staff slams against the shifting world of Regin's inner realm.

"Åndelig skjebneplan" The witch muttered softer than the wind itself, almost casually, in fact.

"—!?!" Regin's eyes went wide as a wheel, his pupils dilating in horror and awe as his inner self is rejected and defeated as quickly as it came out.

The world began shifting once more. This time, the world to the witch's favor. Her inner self spoke out and the outer world responded. Two different planes of existence collided with each other as spirits and other phantasmal beings materialized out of thin air.

The terrain began changing as well. The deep ocean that Regin tried to summoned was quickly dominated by the beautiful green fields of the spirit witch's inner domain being let out into the dream world. Just beyond the horizon, a cobblestone spire could spotted reaching for the heavens, maybe even reaching it if one hopes. The spire continued to stretch for what seems like an infinity. Beside it is a small platform, a cheap imitation of the mighty spire. It looked premature, the edges of it being made of some kind of obsidian material. However, as it grew, the obsidian base of it became pure-white.

The spirit witch looked at that sight with a sense of longing and nostalgia, along with a little bit pride and self-respect.

Regin felt a great weight on his shoulders disappear. "At least, if I die here, then—" Before he could finish, however, a burning hot blade pierced through the witch's chest.

Fafnir glowered with madness as he drove the purple fire into the witch's chest.