I regressed and became the Sword Ice King - Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Chapter 386- Festival 117- Raid on a Rainy Night 56
The night air was filled with the rippling tension of a growing tide of mana and magic.

Wands and Staff stretched across the expanse of the sky. Rain falling haphazardly with the intensity of its flow.

Mana surged, palpable and evident. Filling the air with a rhythmic crack.

Mana, unlike Aura, was always considered to be a volatile form of energy. As one was used within the body and the other used outside of it.

Knowing this, its explosive nature and strong wavelengths that disperse space in bits to large amounts were all properties of a battlefield.

Especially one for Mages.

Time ticked in slow motion. Bodies tensed. Muscles gripped and soon, the strong current of wind that had formed a cyclone over the Lecture Theaters had begun to come to a slow stop.

Little by little. Form by form. The energy dispersed.

And with it, free will of the Robed figures was returned. Once again returned to them.

Roland had observed enough by now.

There was nothing impressive about the sight before him. However, the same question that lingered in his mind a moment ago, remained still. Unwavering, creating a blister that refused to close up.

If, as he thought, they did set themselves free from the Spell. Then their plan was to collapse backwards by at least three steps.

Its number, while sounding little, was anything but that.

The disparity of the situation had only settled in after witnessing it. But perhaps, it was better not to confirm it.

Something like this was much better when the Caster was aware through their eyes than what they hear.

His eyes blinked. His thoughts snapped into order.

He tilted his body to the side, glancing behind the Lecture Theater Complex.

Beyond that, was the Staff Building. Standing a fair distance away.

He could reach it.

‘Just with one jump. Or…or a push?’ He wondered.

His arms tightened around his captive. The one thing he seemed bent on not losing that night.

Darrell Silvan was a chess piece they could use in many instances.

Presently, he may seem dead, but Roland knew quite well that he truly wasn’t.

Hibernation. That’s what they call it.

They take an arrow to the heart and still come back a week later like nothing happened.

He grinned at the thought.

The only way to kill an Elf was to cut their head off. That way, mana flowing from their heart wouldn’t reach their brain and ignite their body systems. They’ll stay dead that way.

But he wasn’t going to do that. At least not yet.

Darrell was much more valuable as a chess piece in hibernation. If he so decided.

They could ask for a ransom for his wellbeing. Or even better, start a Civil War between the Kingdom and the Elves.

Now that was a plan.

He suddenly shook his head.

‘Not now. Focus, Roland.’

He tensed his muscles, mana, and energy twirling into his body mass. Filling what needed to be filled for his next action.

Veins bulge out, pumped by the flow of blood and adrenaline.

He waited for a second, focused his vision on his target. And in the next, he lunged forward like a stone released from a catapult.

With an eruption of sound and blast of wind in concentric waves, his body blasted through the Cyclone, dispersing it totally into whiffs of wind.

The others screamed in surprise as their bodies descended at a sudden and drastic speed when the air ripped with the sounds of ensuing danger.

Some Robed figures looked up, only to gap at the incoming fall of doom. Fireballs flared through the skies. Lightning bolts and streams flowed Luke raging dragons, crackling the surrounding air.

Water bullets and balls surged forward with the speed and ferociousness of an aquatic predator, filling the air with a somber hue.

Wind whipped out like a lash. Surging with such speed that the atmosphere warped around them.

The barrage of attacks came like a reckoning. An iridescent cascade of energy and elements, warped in its rawest form.

The time had come. And it comes with style.

In the next moment, the air was filled with a chain of loud explosions.

Eruptions that thundered with the ever-increasing intensity of the spells cast by the students.

Its shockwaves spread through the earth. A tether of destruction crawling in cracks against the earth and air.

The atmosphere went into a frenzy. Molecules splitting and dispersing with the strong current of the

And the sound. The sound hummed, vibrations spreading like thunder through the skies.

Tension and adrenaline was left hanging in the air in its primal form. Expectations and Hesitation evident in the expressions of the Students as they watched it unfold with quiet pressure.

Roland had not looked back once since he escaped the cyclone prison.

In fact, he had not cared less of the explosions that rained below him.

Nor the pained screams that ensued from his subordinates.

It was no surprise that the attack struck them without as much as waiting for a form of retaliation.

They had simply fallen, only to be met by the strong hands of the Mages.

Not that it bothered him. He simply looked ahead.

Surging through the air at an exponentially

increasing speed. He held his arms and legs tightly pressed together on his body. Giving his figure the shape of an arrow.

Darrell was placed firmly on his shoulder like a prized possession. His prized possession.

The distance covered halved instantly, and the building had become much clearer now. Distinctive. Only an inch away from him.

His mind settled, satisfied with his decision. His lips curled into a grin. A knowing grin as his thoughts reeled in.

‘the others will be pleased with my decision. Though, Crown might bring up a good argument against me.’

His thoughts paused. ‘It doesn’t matter. We need any form of win as it is.’

With a settled mind, he leaned for his goal. Completely clueless at the shadow that suddenly hovered him in the process.

It took a second of processing before he realized it. And with a subtle nudge of his head. His eyes flared up in shock.

“Where to, Roland?”

Jane’s voice cut through the air like a whip. His hand curled into fists as he bashed through the air in a blur.

Slamming into Roland with a sudden force and a sonic boom ensuing from the strike.

Roland’s body descended out of course in a matter of seconds. Like a bullet, his body turned to a blur, and with gravity, he was dealt a heavy hand. He crashed into the concrete pavement in a loud explosion.

Rocks and dust rose into the air. A thunder-like sound ensuing from the force of the fall.

A compression formed in the ground. A crater, under which the mass of Roland’s body laid, sprawled on the ground.

His eyes narrowed. Fingers twitching as he sat up and looked to the side.

His gaze grew thinner.

‘He’s gone.’

Darrell’s body, which he had held with such delicacy and firmness a moment ago, had been yanked from his grasp without giving him a chance to retaliate.

His jaws clenched as he glanced up while his mind replayed the collision again. Slower and slower.

There, he could see it vividly.

Jane’s sudden descent, his arms stretched as it pulled Darrell away from him. A golden energy had been spilled into the air.

It’s holy tendrils reaching for his mind, a slow corruption to his thoughts.

‘He made me give the body up.’

For a moment, he had lost himself during the confrontation.

It was why he had not invaded it. Despite the distance and speed, he moved, Jane was still just a Master at the 8th Circle.

Roland was a Level 93 Magic Swordsman. He had every time to dodge. But he couldn’t.

‘Hm….if he could do that to me. Then I wouldn’t be surprised about the spell.’

The properties of Divine mana had never been understood before. Then and now, it remained a mystery. Its properties. It’s manner of flow.

Compared to mana or even Dark Mana, Divine Mana seemed to pose a much more profound meaning than the surface of just ‘healing.’

He sighed at the thought. Slowly standing to his feet as he dusted his body.

Just then, his ears perched up to the sound.

The sound of screaming students. Not one of pain or anguish, but a cry of battle.

It seemed like they had charged into the battlefield. Hell-bent on confronting their Lecturers.

He froze for a moment. Processing the distant cries. The screams. The anger. The pure emotions on the battlefield.

He scoffed.

‘Pitiful children.’

From above, Jane landed to the ground with a light thud. Golden energy suffused around him as Darrell’s form was enveloped in it while he laid in his arms.

His attention focused on the Elvin Prince.

Standing still without a trace of emotions while he worked his way through the boy’s body.

The flow of golden energy. Divine Mana. Suffused from his body to Darrell’s body. Permeating through his sweat pores. His orifices and every form of outlet provided by his body.

It crept through his body. Amending. Fixing. Pulling its raw energy into the boy’s form and refilling what had been taken from it. Or what was missing.

Jane’s gaze narrowed at the process. His thoughts lining in order.

‘His mana. It was nearly drained out completely.’ Their flow of mana was what kept them alive even in death. If his mana had run out while his body had not been fixed and restarted.

He licked his lips slowly.

‘I would have lost a friend today.’

Footsteps echoed in his ears, causing him to raise his head. His eyes meet at the same point as the source of the disturbance.

“Roland Sunrise.” He said slowly. His voice filled with a repressed, boiling emotion. “I must say, you are stupid.”

Roland froze for a second. Taken aback by his statement. Artificially so.

He shrugged, tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sky, before turning back to him.

“What nonsense are you saying now, boy? Isn’t this a good thing? The Elvin child is dead. Won’t the Lucia Household be pleased?”

Jane clicked his tongue. “While you may be right about that. I would be more worried about the cause of his death. The Lumbrica Kingdom, Divine Kingdom and Elvin Federation wouldn’t let such an anomaly go by after all”

He scoffed.

“You should place more worry on yourself than leach for praise for a fool’s errand.”

Roland raised a brow. His lips curled into a tight grin. He was surprisingly amused.

“Oh?” He muttered. Too startled to think of what to say, but it seemed Jane wasn’t done.

“I gave you enough time to escape, so if I were you. I would run like the rat you are and escape.”

He paused. “Don’t seek a death not worth finding.”

A moment of silence passed after that.

Tension hung in the air as they stood apart from one another.

Under the canopies of the walkway. Or what was left of it, the dented iron zinc reeled with the wind.

Rain trailing down its edges, adding a somber hue to the silence.

Add the occasional explosions from the fight behind them, the silence was quite predictable to what it would lead to.

Roland suddenly took a step back, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

He rolled his shoulders and cracked his neck.

Mana swirling within his body as he stretched his hand in the air. A white light sparked into life, forming an executioner blade. Hard. Sharp. Large.

It held the very foundation of his techniques.

He swung it through the air, slicing through the rain in the process, and pointed it at Jane.

He licked his lips as the inevitable settled.

“I shall see it. And I shall conquer it.”

___A/N___

Will post the second tomorrow.