The world Althea is a relatively young awakened world…
A few millennia ago, when the world's will awakened and essence permeated throughout..
The natives of Althea, being subject to the cruelty of beasts who naturally adapted to the presence of essence, deduced 2 different methods of gaining power..
They were later known as the two major pathways.
The MANA PATHWAY..
Those who followed this path were generally known as Mages..
They learned to harness the power of raw essence, condensed what was known as a mana core and through this core, converted Essence into pure magical energy called mana, which they used to perform powerful and well… magical abilities…
The PRANA PATHWAY..
Or as it would later be called The AURA PATHWAY..
Practioners of this path generally have stronger bodies, they're the "warriors" in a sense..
They channeled raw essence into their hearts and then convert it to prana/aura, which they use to strengthen their bodies and perform feats beyond human capabilities…
Practioners of this path are called Aura masters..
Now, both pathways have their advantages and disadvantages..
Where mages have devastating attacks and crowd annihilating strikes, they're generally weaker physically..
Aura masters, whilst boasting supernatural physiques, tend to be limited in their pure damage abilities..
Where a mage can wipe out a thousand people with a single spell, an aura master would take a significant amount of time doing the same….
Now, later along the line, it was discovered that some exceptionally gifted individuals had the natural affinity for mana and the constitutional integrity for aura…
And thus the third, and most would argue, most powerful pathway was born…
The WARLOCK PATHWAY…
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"9,996"
Swishhhhh
"9,997"
The sound of air being shredded could be made out within a sprawling garden…
A multitude of flowers and rare herbs decorated the whole enclosure…
The concentration of essence so thick, it misted and formed clouds…
And right in the middle of this surreal location,
Swishhhhh
"9,998"
A young man stood..
Hands steady, legs spread apart, a massive great sword in his hands…
His body damp with sweat, hair clinging messily to his charming face, his golden eyes blazed with an intense focus as he zoned out everything else…
As he lifted the great sword for another swing, every chiseled muscle on his body seemed to move with him, he wasn't fast, yet he wasn't slow, no rash movements, just perfect form…
Bringing the blade right above his head, it's tip pointing skyward, he brought it back down…
Swishhhhh
"9,999"
And again
Swishhh
"10,000"
Hoooooooo
Heaving a calming breath that misted in the essence rich air, he slowly relaxed his tense body…
Raiden agares stood motionless for a while, now 10 years of age, he stood at an impressive 5'10, a height no 10 year old had any business being…
But other than his impressive height were the muscles, his body looked like something that was carved from immortal bronze jade, no single piece of fat, just pure chorded and compacted muscles that gleamed in the sun…
Staring at his calloused palms that were already healing, he shook his head…
"Myra, I can feel your eyes tearing a hole through my back" he said with an amused chuckle..
Behind him, Myra, the little girl (that wasn't so little anymore) he had saved from a traumatizing event, couldn't help blushing hard, face down…
"Thi…this…young master… Myra…Myra wasn't staring" she stuttered over her own words..
"Sureee~~~ you weren't" he slurred, clearly enjoying her tomato red expression…
Myra, now a 17 year old young woman, was a far cry from the little girl of 5 years ago..
She had developed in all the right places, with a bust that was straining against her maid's uniform in protest, an ass that raised the gown that was supposed to be beyond knee length to above them…
Silver white hair framing a face so enchanting it seemed the gods were playing favorites when sculpting her, that, combined with her current blushing expression?
Raiden froze for a heartbeat when he turned around..
"Beautiful" he unconsciously muttered…
Myra, hearing his complement couldn't help blushing harder, but still allowing an enchanting smile to grace her features, lighting up the whole space…
Sadly, before she could get into the feeling…
"Hmmm, Myra, wasn't your uniform adjusted just last year for being too small to fit?" Raiden asked, analyzing her with a quizzical look, the straining bust, the poking rear..
"Aren't you just asking for trouble looking like that?" He added…
"Young master… Myra seemed to have grown a bit since last time" she replied, embarrassed..
"'Growing a bit' every year is a bit exaggerated no? I mean, wouldn't you practically grow to being a ball by, what, 25? That too from being too endowed?" He said casually, as if he didn't just teeter on the edge of calling her a busty cow…
"Humph… young master, Myra isn't a cow" she huffed..
"I never said you were one though" he retorted..
"Myra isn't dumb… Myra knows what you're implying" she pouted cutely…
"Alright alright, don't pout, I didn't mean it, I don't want my little Myra sad" he said whilst somehow already standing in front of her and patting her head..
Leaning into his touch, she huffed whilst puffing out her chest.
Jiggle~~~~~~
"Myra isn't little" she declared proudly..
"Oh, I can see that very clearly" he snickered..
Being of the same height, despite their age differences, he had a clear view of everything…
Myra, seeing the direction of his gaze, couldn't stop herself from blushing hard..
"Young master!!! Stop bullying Myra!!" She yelled cutely whilst chasing after him…
Anyone seeing this would be hard pressed to believe that the boy was actually 7 years younger than the bombshell of a maid chasing after him…
Worse yet? That the maid 'having a hard time catching him' was actually a perfected stage expert level mana practitioner..
And not just a normal one…
Thanks for reading!