The Power Of English

The sky had been calm just moments ago, the sun shining brightly over the vast meadow, but now it was cloaked in darkness.

Thick black clouds churned and spread across the heavens, casting an ominous shadow over the land below.

The air was charged, crackling with an energy that felt almost alive.

And at the center of it all stood Adam.

From his outstretched hand, a blinding white light erupted, a brilliant streak of lightning surging upward with a deafening roar.

The raw power was overwhelming, and the sound reverberated through the air like the earth itself was groaning in protest.

The lightning bolt tore into the sky, shattering the calm and igniting the clouds.

Jagged streaks of electricity danced wildly through the darkness, illuminating the stormy expanse with bursts of intense light.

The once tranquil meadow was now transformed into a spectacle of nature's fury.

Adam stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock as he watched the chaos unfold above him.

His heart pounded in his chest, the adrenaline surging through his veins as he struggled to comprehend what had just happened.

The magnitude of the lightning was far beyond anything he had imagined.

"What… what is this power?" Adam whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the crackling of the storm.

He glanced down at his hand, the same hand that had unleashed the unimaginable force.

His fingers trembled slightly, a faint tingling sensation still lingering in them.

Adam feels that seeing this power, he can do anything in this world, he is the king of this whole world, if he can perform so much destructive magic by just saying one thing.

But before he could make sense of it, his body betrayed him.

Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion swept over Adam, stealing the strength from his legs.

His vision blurred, and his limbs felt like lead. He barely had time to register what was happening before his knees buckled, and he collapsed backward onto the soft grass.

He landed with a dull thud, just a few feet away from the massive tree that had been his anchor earlier.

The impact forced the air from his lungs, and he gasped, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

"What… what's happening to me?" Adam thought, panic rising in his mind. He tried to move, to lift his arms, but they refused to obey him.

It was as though his body had been completely drained of energy, leaving him paralyzed.

"What's going on?" he muttered aloud, his voice shaking. "Why won't my body listen to me?"

This has never happened to Adam before. He is very confused. He feels as if he has done too much workout and now all his muscles have become stiff and none of his body parts are supporting him.

A deep sense of fear settled over Adam as he lay there, helpless.

He stared at his hands, willing them to move, but they remained limp at his sides.

It was as though his own body had turned against him, ignoring every command he tried to give.

His thoughts spiraled as he lay there, staring up at the swirling clouds above.

The lightning still arced through the storm, faint flashes of light dancing in the shadows.

He couldn't take his eyes off the scene—it was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

"This can't be normal," Adam thought, his mind racing. "I only cast one spell… could that have drained me completely?"

Adam is extremely shocked to think that he has done just one spell on him, this spell has drained all his energy and has left him in this state.

The idea struck him like another bolt of lightning. He blinked rapidly as realization dawned, his thoughts piecing together the events.

"Could it be… that my mana is completely depleted?" he muttered. The possibility seemed both logical and devastating.

Adam's lips curled into a wry smile as a bitter laugh escaped him. "So, my mana reserve is that small? That's… ridiculous."

Adam knows that his age is still young but he does not know the standards of this world yet, so he cannot say anything right now that he has an average mana reserve.

The thought frustrated him, but as he looked back up at the sky, a flicker of pride warmed his chest.

The storm he had created still loomed overhead, the lightning weaving through the clouds and casting eerie shadows over the meadow.

It was proof of the power he had unleashed, however brief it had been.

Despite his helpless state, a faint smile spread across Adam's face. "At least I know one thing now… I do have a cheat code. My voice—it's the key."

The realization filled him with a renewed sense of hope, but it was a hollow victory. His body remained motionless, and the exhaustion was unrelenting.

His gaze shifted from the storm to the ground around him, his mind clouded with uncertainty.

"How long am I going to be stuck like this?" Adam wondered, his smile fading. The vulnerability of his situation was sinking in.

The meadow was vast and open, but that also meant he was exposed.

"What if something finds me here?" he thought, a shiver running through him. The idea of a wild animal or some other creature stumbling upon him in this defenseless state was terrifying.

The tension gnawed at him as he lay there, unable to move, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. But then, cutting through the silence of the meadow, came a sound.

It was faint at first, barely audible over the distant rumble of the storm, but Adam's ears caught it. It was a voice—a girl's voice, soft and distant, but unmistakable.

Adam's heart skipped a beat as his mind clung to the sound. Was it real, or was his exhaustion playing tricks on him? He strained to focus, his body still unresponsive, but his thoughts now fixated on that faint voice in the distance.

And with that, the chapter came to an end, leaving Adam staring at the sky, waiting for whatever—or whoever—was coming his way.

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End of Chapter Five