Aur walked out of the carriage while the spell slowly floated towards him, following like an obedient puppy.
He looked at the tier six spell strangely. Since he couldn't store the spell in his mental space, it had to float outside like this.
However, there was a huge drawback to keeping it in the open because, not only would he be unable to control it, the spell will be variable to all external attacks.
Even a normal person could destroy a spell, no matter its rank, whereas in the mental space, there was absolute safety.
"Does this spell feel like it has a consciousness of its own?" Aur thought. This was similar to the tier four spell he had, but the consciousness and the will seemed even stronger than before.
"Hey, Lily." Aur muttered as his consciousness sank into his system's storage space.
"What is it?" Lily said with a frown.
"Does the spell gain consciousness as it grows stronger?" There was strong confusion in Aur's tone.
To this question, Lily replied calmly. "Yes, the stronger and older the spell, the more mana they absorb. They eventually gain some sentience and even have a chance of gaining life."
"Interesting." Aur's eyes shined. "As expected of a spell from a succubus sect, even the tier six spell is so..."
He paused abruptly, not because of his thoughts, but because he saw three people kneeling in front of him.
"We greet master." The three echoed in unison as if of their own free will.
"When did I become your master?"
Naturally, the three people were the two old wizards and the old wizard with a goatee.
Their lust had already faded, and there was no tree in sight in front of Aur. It was likely the trees had suffered a devastating fate at the hands of their creator, Lord Forest.
"I don't know," the trio said in unison with an extremely servile tone.
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"Is this the effect of the tier six spell?" Aur's spine felt a strange chill as he collected his thoughts.
How could a tier six spell be so simple?
The higher the tier of the spell, the more complex it becomes.
Tier six spells were on another level entirely.
The soil itself had been obliterated, leaving behind a vast expanse of scorched earth.
Deep beneath the surface, red-hot obsidian glowed ominously, creating the impression of a fiery underworld that had risen to the surface.
The devastation was complete.
The North Village, once a bustling hub where children played in the streets and normal people lived with numerous wizards that had been produced since the establishment of the village, was gone without a trace.
The buildings, the people, and even the very essence of the place had been eradicated.
In their place, a vast chasm revealed the molten core of the earth, bubbling and seething as if a meteor had struck with cataclysmic force.
The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning, and the ground radiated an intense heat that distorted the air above it.
Amid this hellish landscape, a rumble emanated from the depths of the lava.
Slowly, almost agonisingly, a figure emerged. He was a man with long black hair, now scorched from the intense heat.
His body bore the marks of unimaginable suffering. One of his limbs was missing, a grotesque wound that oozed blood and left a trail of crimson in his wake.
His skin was charred and blistered, the flesh beneath exposed and raw.
He was soaked in his own blood, his face twisted in pain as he struggled to move.
Each breath seemed to tear at his insides, causing him to cough up more blood.Despite his grievous injuries, he clung tenaciously to life.
In his remaining hand, he held a piece of charred flesh.
"Even though he should have died already, the mental space is still intact; it will take a long time for it to decay," the man muttered as he hovered above the magma and obsidian, surveying the ruined landscape.
His long black hair fluttered in the wind, a stark contrast to the fiery hell below.
"Let's see who has survived," Lord Sky murmured, forming a strange sign with his hand which looked like the Hamsa.
Lord Sky, as he was known, had somehow managed to protect himself from the catastrophic explosion that had consumed the entire area.
The presence of a tier six radiated from him.
"Aur and Noah," he said, squinting his eyes as he focused on his surroundings.
With a wave of his hand, he instantly healed almost all of his injuries. His body, which had been ravaged by the explosion, now showed no signs of the ordeal he had endured.
His eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of life amidst the devastation but there was nothing even he almost died there was no way other could escape within the range of explosion.