"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." Ikaris, a genius student admired, exploited, and hated all his life for his brilliance, suddenly finds himself transmigrated into The Forsaken Lands, a fantasy world of myriad species born with the ability to use magic with imagination as their only limit. Alas, this gift carries a curse. The more you use it, the closer you are to death. After thousands of years of decline, the Free Races are fast approaching their demise, their survival threatened by this curse and an enemy that will not rest until it has devoured them all. Literally. Former allies and enemies, prey and predators are now cornered behind a huge wall, forced to collaborate to resist their invader. But can so much resentment and hatred be washed away so easily? Can predators and prey really overcome their instincts in the face of a common foe? Follow him on his journey from an ordinary human to a shining existence that will overturn the order established since the dawn of time. From an innocent soul to a merciless demon. From a human to something else. ----- Discord link: https://discord.gg/d8udP7Q
His strength would increase much faster than practicing any spell and by becoming a true Nephilim of Faulch he would feel more confident to pray to the Night Saint and obtain his blessing.
"I'm sorry, but I have to practice another spell today." Ikaris apologized with a white lie.
Malia's face crumpled as she was turned down, but she didn't doubt him for a second. Magic could be practiced in all sorts of ways and she too had been forced to meditate at length by her parents when she was young to develop her visualization and focusing skills.
"Okay... Tomorrow then?" She asked hopefully.
"...I don't think so." Ikaris didn't dare make any empty promises. "It will take a few days."
Malia was undoubtedly disappointed but accepted his answer with a nod. Seeing her reaction, a playful smile fleetingly graced the boy's face.