Chapter 3. Aftermath.part 1.

In the royal capital of Milday, a caped man armed with a sword stood before an underground entrance. He had with him a hooded figure shrouded in mystery.

Crack.

Suddenly he tensed up as goosebumps run on his skin.

"this is…?" He asked with his gaze fixed at the hooded figure.

"Kikikikiki"

His ears was ringing with the sound of the crack and every cell in his body was reacting to it.

"Absolution" he said "but it can't be…it's too early"

"Kikikiki, do you feel that?" said the mysterious hooded figure "Kikiki, do you feel the shift in the world? Ahh, such bliss, such mystery kiki… Something is coming, something even you didn't see coming. Oh great knight commander August"

"Silence demon" The caped man, knight commander August ordered in a fit of annoyance and the hooded figure, the demon was thrown against a wall by an invisible force.

Thud.

"kikikikiki… what now August? The key has been found. Destruction is coming. What will you do?" asked the demon lying on the floor as he laughed at the knight commander August.

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Painting on a canvas was a being with a majestic appearance. Two great horns protruding from his head, his eyes golden and shining divinely as his tail laid behind him in a coil. He had a wicked handsomeness to him and stood as tall as a giant clothed in regal robes made of gold and the night.

Crack.

His pointy ears pecked to the sound echoing into them and his hand with the brush in it came to a stop.

"No" he protested and broke the brush in his hand. "the great wall. The key has been found"

There was visible rage on his face as he said that.

"but wait, regardless, there will be chaos. Kakaka" he reasoned and just like that his mood changed again and he picked up a different brush to continue with his work. A painting that could only be described as chaos, after all he was the chaos God, Calzrath. The Dragon Primordial.

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'Albeom'

'My grandson was the source of the magic storm'.

The amount of magic coming off of him was outrageous. In all my years, I have never seen or heard of anything like this.

This is beyond all sense.

A "magician's absolute", means that there is a capacity to a magician's power.

After awakening, you can only grow it to a certain level then that's all. Not matter what one does it doesn't increase. It means one's vessel has reached the limits of the amount of magic it can wield. Which is why wizard's equip ourselves with magic items, tools and artifacts that can however slightly increase our magic.

The only exception to this rule is the Arch wizards who stand as the pinnacle of magic. They wield so much power that they have been likened unto natural disaster.

But what I am seeing of my grandson is a phenomenon that defy the "magician's absolute".

Even now, as I look at him, the quantity of magic power coming off of him keeps growing. It's like it's,

"limitless."

This is abnormal. He doesn't even seem to be in any kind of pain or stress.

I bit my teeth and tried to rouse my magic to lessen the strain of the storm on me but it got blown away instantly.

The village and everyone in it was going to be destroyed.

I made up my mind to come up with something quick when all of a sudden I felt a powerful gaze on me.

When I looked up, I made eye contact with Albeom, my grandson.

In that one moment, I felt like he understood the situation because in the next moment he stretched forward his left hand and the magic storm seized.

I don't know how he did it but it felt like the magic power got sucked away.

And then as if a reversal of time. The collapsed and destroyed village began to repair itself. All the buildings erected themselves and the villagers health was restored. Even my magic power got replenished.

The damage done during the battle between the arch wizard and Arshüdehem was also repaired.

And as I beheld all this wonder I realized, not once was there the use of a magic circle. This was a pure command of magic power itself.

A feat reserved for beings of myth and legend.

"Just what manner of entity is my grandson?"

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I had seen something words couldn't describe, an entity that made me realize all over again how vast reality is. And in fear of that I ran.

But when I came to, the world was tearing apart and so I fixed it.

I had only just awaken my magic power but I had all this knowledge of it's make-up and how to use it. So I did.

The first thing I saw was the oppressive storm of magic I was in.

It was so violent that I feared for those down below.

So I instantly created another dimension that sucked in the magic storm.

And then I restored the village and healed the people.

Doing all this came as natural to me as breathing but even still I knew better than to become complacent. There are beings in this universe whose mere existence is beyond all talents.

I'll have to be strong if I am to keep my family and myself safe.

As I hovered above in the air, the villagers began to rise to their feet and there in their midst I saw my mom and for the first time since this event, my dad. Their faces held various expressions as they looked up at me. My mom's was glad, my dad worried, granddad shocked. And the rest of the villagers faces held awe.

Suddenly I got hit with a wave of tiredness and yawned as I fell from the sky.

"Albeom"

Mom and dad quickly rushed forward and caught me before I hit the ground.

"A-Albeom…" Mom's voice softly echoed in my ears but I fell asleep.

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"..strange, I don't sense any magic from him" I woke up to granddad's voice.

"…"

"I'm telling you, he was the source of the magic storm. I saw it" he added insistently.

He wasn't wrong. My magic is in a separate dimension that's why he can't sense it.

After I woke up to find a magic storm devouring the village I created a separate dimension to house it.

It wasn't anything difficult or grand. After all, I've seen granddad summon his staff from a different dimension too.

And I saw the arch wizard summon, the solistar from a separate dimension.

I then linked the dimension to myself and am unconsciously sending my magic power there as a form of storage.

It's easier that way for everyone but for some reason it seem dad didn't really believe him.

"No one is denying what you're saying but in the wake of such a disastrous battle, a magic storm occurring is not unusual. We're only thankful that Albeom is safe" said dad.

"you haven't had a proper rest have you? It's been two days, even now Gwen is unable to be here because of the movement of the orcs. It's just one disaster after another." He added.

'two days' I stirred in bed hearing that.

"oh, He's awake"

Dad shouted at once and rushed towards me.

"call me senile if you want but I know what I saw" granddad said that while fixing me with a look and left.

Apparently, after the incident I slept for two days. In that time frame, the presence of orcs was detected near the village which spurn mom into action.

She gathered a few men as scouts and ventured into the nearly destroyed forest to try to ascertain the number and movement of the orcs while granddad took shifts maintaining a barrier around the village while periodically checking in on me. Suffice to say everyone was busy and exhausted.

"Excuse me, coming in" one of the village gatekeeper announced as he entered.

"Draeu" confirmed dad as he saw the villager.

"Chief, err, some soldiers are on their way here" said Draeu.

"from the capital. How far out are they"

"err, I don't know. Gust says the missus told him to tell you this"

"Hah, Draeu. Help me understand something. Was Gust the one asked to deliver the message?"

"er, yes sir"

"so why are you the one delivering it"

"…"

"I suppose there is a reason for that right?"

"erm"

"right Draeu?"

"Y-yes sir"

"well, tell me. I'm listening"

"Erm, koff, G-Gust asked me to deliver it for him err because he had to go and see if Ellie was doing okay. She lost her brother during the err incident and she's grieving"

"Ellie huh. There's been far too many losses for all of us. I'll have to check in on her later"

"erm, chief you'll be paying her a visit too. She's Gust girl you know"

"Draeu. I'm the village chief. Supporting my people by being there for them in their time of grief is also my duty not what you're thinking. Okay"

"right chief. I figured so since the missus would sooner hang you by the balls if that ever happened. Oh that's what she said though not me"

"got it. If that's all you have to report then please go back to your duties"

"okay sir, I shall not allow any danger past the gates sir" Draeu imitated a salute and exited, leaving us alone in the house.

"god. why am I the one always dealing with the eccentrics"

With that handled, dad turned around to attend to me but I wasn't there.

"Albeom.." I heard his call but ignored it.

See I was starving and so I got up and went to the kitchen.

You're probably thinking that, how is a few weeks old baby able to move around. Well, the answer is I walked.

It's not that difficult, you just put one foot in front of the other and bingo, it's a go.

But I can understand your confusion and shock. You're probably thinking that an infant's bones are not strong and developed enough for walking and you'd be right except I have magic. Well truth is, I'm not actually using any magic to aid me in walking right now.

My bones are just that strong. You see, after I woke up and was floating in the storm, I instantly realized that my body felt different. Lighter, more durable, stronger and freer. I am no longer helpless and that how I am able to climb the shelves to get myself some food.

Chump, chump.

I was stuffing my face with everything edible I could get my hands on when Dad entered the kitchen.

"A-Albeom" he stuttered with his eyes wide open in front of me and I flashed him an innocent smile.

Teehee.