Chapter 185: Crimson Jaegar - 2
"Headmaster!" Isadora exclaimed, a sense of alarm in her tone.
Ashfield, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity, regarded Isadora. Her presence in this moment of urgency did not go unnoticed. He queried her, "Did you also feel it?"
"How couldn't I?" Isadora replied, her voice reflecting the raw intensity of the power they had sensed.
The monstrous force that had surged through the air had left an indelible impression, and its echoes still resonated within her.
Ashfield gave an apprehensive look as they shared the gravity of the situation. He contemplated the possibility that the disturbance may have been caused by a legendary being, one of the enigmatic and often reclusive entities that rarely made their presence known. Many of these beings were known for their penchant for a life of leisure, rarely venturing into the affairs of the world.
Only the legendary levels could extrude such power level.
As the arch wizard who had traversed the path towards becoming a supreme being, Ashfield possessed the knowledge and power to discern the significance of this event.
Their haste in reaching the source of the power surge was a testament to the enigma that had unfolded.
Together, Isadora and Ashfield navigated the corridors swiftly, their steps driven by a sense of urgency.
They followed the trail of power surging through the air, their determination unwavering.
Before long, they arrived at the site of the disturbance, deep within the heart of the woods.
The scene that greeted them left them both in shock, their expressions mirrored by the magnitude of the discovery.
Jaegar stood at the epicentre of a burnt and smouldering section of the woods, his body surrounded by an eerie, crimson aura. His face was upturned to the sky, his mouth seemingly open in a silent scream that resonated with the raw power he had harnessed.
The devastation of the forest around him told a tale of untamed energy and cataclysmic transformation. The very earth seemed to have borne the brunt of the elemental force that had surged through Jaegar.
Isadora and Ashfield, their hearts heavy with concern, could only watch in awe and trepidation as they beheld the conundrum that was Jaegar, a being now transformed by an unimaginable power.
Ashfield, his voice tinged with a mix of shock and awe, could hardly believe his eyes as he gazed upon Jaegar's incredible transformation. The headmaster, well-versed in the mystical and arcane, had never witnessed anything quite like this. He uttered in astonishment, "What in the gods' name is that?"
Isadora, equally taken aback by the extraordinary spectacle, stood in stunned silence. Her thoughts and words seemed to escape her as she too beheld the incredible display of power that unfolded before them.
The sky turned cloudy as the dark clouds swirled around the spot where Jaegar was standing.
As they watched, a beam of radiant light descended from the heavens, converging upon Jaegar as if the very cosmos itself recognized his transformation. The radiant beams of light encircled him, their ethereal glow painting an enigmatic tableau of power and transformation.
Neolights, like radiant constellations, danced around Jaegar as his metamorphosis continued. The very air around him seemed to quiver with the intensity of the energy he harnessed, and the forest responded with a symphony of whispers from the old trees.
The transformation was a testament to the incomprehensible power Jaegar had invoked. As the column of light bathed him, he was a being touched by otherworldly forces, an enigma that left both Ashfield and Isadora in a state of awe and wonder and two more figures.
The world held its breath as the transformation continued, a testament to the depths of power that Jaegar had unlocked. The very fabric of reality seemed to shift and warp in response to the energy that coursed through him, leaving all who witnessed the spectacle in a state of profound astonishment.
Jaegar was pushed to limit what invoked the power within him.
His shirt, unable to withstand the intensity of his transformation, began to smoulder and burn wherever the cracks appeared. The fabric erupted into crimson flames that danced and flickered like an otherworldly fire, leaving behind only ashes in their wake.
His once-tamed hair, now transformed by the inferno of power surging within him, sprung to life like a cascade of crimson flames. Each strand appeared to burn with an insatiable fervor as if ignited by the very fires of creation.
But it was his eyes that truly embodied the magnitude of his transformation. His gaze, once a reflection of his human essence, had now become like two orbs of molten lava. The fiery orbs blazed with an intensity that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying as if they held the secrets of the universe itself.
As the transformation coursed through his being, Jaegar's cries pierced the stillness of the night. His ear-splitting screams were a testament to the desperation that had driven him to seek this
overwhelming power.
The pain and the burning sensation that accompanied the transformation were agonizing, yet they were a small price to pay for the limitless power that now flowed through his veins.
The very essence of the forest seemed to respond to his transformation. The old forest, with the branches of trees swaying in acknowledgement of the elemental power that now radiated from him, stood as silent witnesses to his metamorphosis.
In his newfound crimson form, Jaegar felt an indomitable surge of power, like an untamed force of nature.
The world around him seemed to bow before his might as if the very earth acknowledged the elemental force that he had become.
The moon, with its ethereal light, cast a radiant glow upon him, and the mystical energies of the enchanted woods resonated with his presence.
As the transformation continued, Jaegar was consumed by the overwhelming sensation of power. He had sought it with an unwavering determination, and now he had become an embodiment of primal energy, a force to be reckoned with.
His level had increased to eighth, a considerable progression.