A shockwave. It was a shockwave. Because the power that formed the magic was too strong, the shockwave was annihilating everything around him. The way thunders pulverized everything around it, the way eye of the tornado was localizing, they were only miniaturized version of what would happen in the near future.
“T, that’s the precursor….? It doesn’t make any sense―”
― That was right. There was no way for the Demon Chief Rajas to know. Abra Merin, Abrahamic magic type. Commonly known as “Divine Magic” or “Holy Magic”. This magic was the most famous and powerful of the magics that burrowed power from holy guardian angels to repel, dispel and control demons ― Abrakadabra (Pour the thunder unto your death).
He took the spell as a framework and turned it into his greatest offensive magic spell against demons and ghosts using modern magic theories.
Behind the back of the man who appeared like a haze was a figure of a woman. There was no feeling of life from the figure shaped like a woman. It was as if the sculpture was made from colour of minerals existing between grey and grey. It was neither holy nor evil. But there was immense power emanating from it.
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh…….”
That sculpture opened its mouth wide and shouted to summon a pillar of lighting from the sky.
…. I had never seen something like that before. A mere human commanding this unknown power, a mysterious power. That kind of power was not something a human of this world could possess. Even if he was a hero called from another world, it was impossible. A hero received the goddess’ power when summoned. A hero could never possess an ability like that.
That was right. A hero was a being summoned with absolute blessings of the elements and strength far surpassing a normal human. But that man did not possess any of the traits. So it was not possible.
That was a magic without the elements’ blessing. It controlled uncontrollable ideas, changed the reality and changed this world created by the Goddess as it pleased. That thunder in front of my eyes was holier and more frightening than anything ever encountered before.
I’ve never heard of anyone possessing that kind of strength, that kind of abilities. No human in this world wielded that kind of unreasonable power. None whatsoever.
But where did that man.... How…
― Magician, Akagi Suimei.
“A magician….? What’s that?! That boy isn’t a mage?!”
The thunder split into thousands of strands, leaving torrent of echos after a loud noise and gathered at the centre of the pile of magic circles.
The sculpture shouted endlessly and blue flashing light filled up the world from the sky to the end of horizon. At the end of my sight was the face of a similarly shocked and resolved crimson eyes from that cheeky boy. And the unmistakable aura of death that cannot be dodged―
“Damnittttttt!!”
― Now, you evil creature that sucks on humanity’s despair like honey. Rot away and disappear before the association magicians’ holy path.
I could see the man’s lips moving clearly.
After that, he placed a finger at the centre of the magic circle.
In a moment, deafening thunderous noise passed by. Thousands of strands of light inside the radius of the magic circle formed a gigantic pillar and consumed everything in sight.
The darkness of the god of death I worshipped did not exist anywhere. Nowhere.
And thus, the Demon Chief Rajas screamed in rage before being sucked into a strand of light created by the holy thunder.