Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Divine Abilities: Lightning

Primal ancient magic: Chaos Arts of Purple Mist

Immemorial Arts of Empyrean Magic

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As the awe-inspiring phenomenon began to subside, the beam of neon lights that had enveloped Jaegar gradually dissipated. He stood there, his head tilted back, his hair resembling a cascading crown of burning flames. The crimson glow that had enveloped him still lingered, as if he were a living ember from the heart of a wildfire.

Then Ellamaria, who was watching from the shadows, made her entrance.

She observed her Jaegar for a moment and spoke for the first time, "Finally."

"It's about time you bring out your cards."

Jaegar tilted his head, wondering what she was saying. Not that it mattered, he was going to kill her while extracting what he needed. She had given him the reason.

Ashfield and Isadora weren't completely shocked to see such a unique werewolf.

Ashfield seemingly identified the breed as he named her 'Ember Wolf.' That was what she was.

Ellamaria was an emberwolf, a special breed of wolf who was born with the divine blessing of the gods. They are the main enemies of vampires, and they absolutely detest them and shred them to pieces the moment they see them.

But what Ashfield didn't understand was that Emberwolves stay hidden in their cove and never really leave their place except for hunting. And the last time he remembered, the cove was present in the northernmost of the ice glaciers.

So, he wondered why the ember wolf would be here and what was going on with Jaegar.

From the looks of it, they have been fighting for quite some time, and the destruction in their wake could be clearly seen.

Not to say the least, Ellamaria was a beast at the divine level, an A-grade beast.

How was Jaegar standing his ground against her?

As they both watched, there was another figure shrouded in the dark watching them.

Jaegar and the newly transformed Ellamaria stood locked in a tense standoff.

The werewolf, aware of Jaegar's mastery over ancient arts, bore her menacing presence with a sinister grin. Her massive claws, now elongated and razor-sharp, gleamed in the ethereal light as she taunted him.

With an eerie sense of determination, Ellamaria's words rang out, a threat that held a sinister promise. "I am gonna carve your heart and make a great offering to the great ones," she declared, her voice growling with a feral edge.

Jaegar, growing increasingly bewildered by her words, watched as she lunged at him with a swift, ferocious movement.

But he was not caught off guard. In a display of mastery over his ancient arts, he defied gravity itself.

Levitating in the air, crimson squares formed at his wrists, etched with intricate runic symbols.

With the grace of a comet, Jaegar descended upon Ellamaria, the ground cracking and shattering upon their impact.

The werewolf, formidable and relentless, held his wrists in a vice-like grip, her growling voice filling the air as she sought to overpower him.

Jaegar, his expression calm and collected, only smirked in response. His eyes were like lava orbs that glittered with an ethereal glow. His face, marked with cracks, added an otherworldly aura to his already imposing presence. The tattoo on his back pulsed with faint, pulsating energy, amplifying his strength and resilience.

With a deliberate and measured move, he slowly bent her hands downward, using his sheer strength to gain the upper hand. As

a final, calculated strike, he delivered a powerful kick to her midsection, sending her hurtling through the night air and crashing into a pile of woods.

He landed gracefully on the ground, his crimson squares still aglow with power.

Ellamaria, undeterred by the impact, kicked the debris away from her with her gleaming claws, each razor-sharp talon shining like shards of silver in the moonlight.

Jaegar, undaunted by the ferocity of his opponent, raised his hands once more, the crimson squares on his left hand forming an intricate pattern.

A small array of shimmering orange orbs materialised around him, hovering like embers ready to ignite.

With a graceful and precise gesture of his right hand, Jaegar unleashed the orbs one by one, each darting through the night air with incredible speed. The orbs blazed like fiery meteors, leaving trails of radiant sparks in their wake.

Ellamaria, still recovering from the previous onslaught, found herself faced with a relentless barrage.

As the orbs struck her, they detonated with a dazzling display of light and force. The fiery explosions enveloped her, casting a radiant curtain of orange flames that surrounded her in a brilliant spectacle.

Despite the ferocity of the attack, Ellamaria's formidable resilience proved to be her salvation. She braced herself against the explosive onslaught, the flames washing over her fur-covered form. The searing heat and blinding light did little to deter her resolve, but the annoyance was building too much.

But even as the fiery explosions continued, they began to take their toll. The force of the blasts sent Ellamaria tumbling through the night, each impact wearing away at her strength. Her growls of defiance were met with the relentless assault of the orange orbs, leaving her disoriented and battered.

Jaegar, standing with a sense of unwavering determination, observed as Ellamaria attempted to recover from the onslaught. Her fur was singed and matted, and her azure eyes blazed with defiance, even as she struggled to regain her footing.

The relentless barrage continued until Jaegar finally ceased his assault.

Ellamaria, growling and snarling, remained poised and ready to continue the fight.

"Would you care to tell me why you are trying to kill me?"

His question was only met with a snort and a snarl.

Ellamaria's lips curled into a feral smile, her voice dripping with venom as she replied, "You will never be able to get answers from me,

And I am going to kill you, little weasel."

Jaegar, his crimson squares still aglow with power, watched his opponent with a sense of weary resolve, tilting his head yet her answers. She was awfully annoying, he thought.

The moon hung overhead, casting an ethereal glow on the scene, as she was ready to pounce on him to attack.

As the intense battle between Jaegar and Ellamaria raged on, the spectators watched in stunned silence.

The duo's mouths hung open in astonishment, unable to fully comprehend the display of power before them.

Isadora, in particular, was left in a state of utter shock, her voice trembling as she addressed Headmaster Ashfield.

"Headmaster, how is an apprentice capable of wielding such power?" Isadora's incredulity was palpable. She, like many others, had underestimated Jaegar's abilities, and the sheer magnitude of his mastery left her bewildered.

Isadora's thoughts raced as she tried to make sense of the unprecedented display of power she had just witnessed. If her assessment was correct and Jaegar was indeed below level 10, it left her awestruck. She couldn't help but ponder what incredible heights he might reach as he ascended the levels of magical mastery.

Ashfield, though equally shocked by the unfolding spectacle, was more engrossed in watching Jaegar's incredible display of power.

The ancient arts Jaegar was wielding were beyond his previous knowledge and understanding. These were primal arts believed to have been lost to time. Wielding such complex and intricate arts was no matter, and Jaegar seemed to have no problem using them, although what he was using right now was one per cent of the arts.

The headmaster's thoughts raced as he sought to make sense of the extraordinary events.

If Isadora were to know this, she would faint just right there.

In that moment, a realization struck Ashfield like a bolt of lightning. He remembered Angelina, the enigmatic and powerful woman who had taken a special interest in Jaegar. He knew she had taught him, but the level of growth Jaegar achieved was simply astounding.

Her knowledge and guidance had clearly played a significant role in Jaegar's rapid growth. The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place, and Ashfield's understanding deepened.

The forest, the silent witness to this epic clash of power, seemed to resonate with the energy that coursed through the night. The moon, still casting its ethereal glow upon the scene, bore witness to the extraordinary talents and the hidden depths of Jaegar's abilities.

As the battle continued, Ashfield and Isadora remained locked in a state of shock and amazement.

Jaegar, unfazed by his opponent's fury, raised his hands once more, the crimson squares on his left hand forming an intricate pattern.

This time, the woods behind Ellamaria began to tremble.

The pile of wood that had surrounded Ellamaria began to move of its own accord as if they were living entities bound by the ancient magic at his command.

The wooden fragments slowly encircled her, rising to her feet and enveloping her like a spectral prison.

They reached up to her knees, and with a deliberate and methodical motion, they captured her hands, effectively pinning her in place.

Ellamaria, bound by the ancient power that Jaegar wielded, found herself immobilized, the moonlight casting an eerie glow on the scene.