Piertotum Locomotor Spell の小説・ストーリー

“Starting with you,” She raised her hands and before she could spell out a word, I whispered. “Morator,” The ancient spell word left my lips like a breath of exhale, instantly altering the perception of time, so she moved in slow motion before tossing her in the opposite direction. I tightened my hold around the wooden cross in my hand, and the airways of her lungs tightened, choking her.

"This locator spell requires three components. First, a clear mental image of the person you seek. Second, a physical connection to that person. Blood, hair, or an object they treasured. Third, enough emotional connection to power the spell. The stronger your bond with the target, the stronger the pull." I kept reading. The spell itself looked simple enough. Just a few words in the old language. A circle drawn on the ground. The physical component placed in the center. Could I do this? Could I figure out where she was?

“And the necessary visualization?” “Yeah, I think so,” Leesa replied. “Me, too,” Ralin agreed. “Okay. The incantation is pronounced like this: ‘Evictus memorum personius ablottum.’” He said the words very slowly. “Now let’s hear it.” “Evictus memorum personius ablottum,” Leesa and Ralin repeated in unison. “One more time,” Dominic instructed. “Evictus memorum personius ablottum,” they repeated again.

Hoping that some deep instinct tells one of them to try the locator spell one more time. I hold my hand over the bowl, letting my blue glow as my powers build and combine. Thumbs side by side and close my eyes. Putting my entire self into visualizing their faces and into pouring intention into being heard. “Hic sum, non lateo. Lux mea surgat, iter monstret. Amica manus, ad me veni.” I chant it slow and sure. Hand warming as I cover and lay them on the bowl, sensing my magic growing and building under what I have contained, until gentle heat forces them away. This spell is underwhelming but effective.

'Now my lady," the captain yells at me. “We cannot hold on much longer.” I glanced at Gulliver who gave a nod and together we proceeded with the spell. "Zeruko.. kateak moisten dizugu zoramena lotzeko!" We chanted in unison. The words flowed out of our mouths repetitively and despite the immense drain from my still depleted sources I could see the faint inklings of the spell coming to life around him, my consciousness wavered but I needed to keep going, at least for Dracul's sake.

I saw her exchange a look and nod with Aurien. “Bloody, hm?” the warlock murmured to himself. “I wonder why.” “Agarak, etiquine intelin sa,” Aurien replied under his breath. “Fine. Fine,” Daerton smirked. “Escarpil yindoe na isk sa?” Something at what are you? I translated. “Anyway,” he helped himself to more bread. He ate neatly, but with great efficacy, clearing his plate, and whatever remained on the table in quick order. “I will need to obtain some spell components, and then I will cast a far-seeing spell, and see what there is to see.”

Tarloh said, giving Nat a glance. "Leave that to me," she replied. She had a good amount of cash put away, and they weren't asking him to do anything but help find weak spots in the dimensional membrane. It should be enough. "I'll put word out. If he's interested, he can apparently get in touch really quickly." "I've got a locator spell that I've devised," Lothar started. "It's not perfect, but it should put us in the same area as these Raptors." "You weren't planning on going after THEM were you?"

Unique skill- short distance teleportation. Tem>> Air Tank 'S class' [ Sea Turtle appearance with an extremely hard exoskeleton and 'surf the sky'. Air and ground mobility. Normal S class type, support class air defence and ground defence, low ground mobility , medium air mobility. Low aggressive combat familiar. 90% Immune to physical damage and 85% Immune to spells with 10% evasion rate. Unique skill- No longer consumes spiritual energy after summoned.]

“All right, study it well tonight. Try some intermediate spells, too. I know you can do it.” “I’m putting my mind in it.” When Enkille left, he wasted no time learning the basics of Protexerium. The spells were quite complex, especially that he found it hard to read the ancient faerie language. Eleand spent hours before he could memorize the spell. Hoping he didn’t make any mistake. He felt the shiver run through his body when he finally wielded the spell. Sweats dampened his temple, and his heartbeat was abnormal. Eleand was satisfied with the result. Slowly, he dozed off, facing the thick book. Until the same nightmare haunted him again.

If a wolf isn’t careful, it runs a high risk of misquoting the spell and that would mean starting again. I didn’t think I would have a problem. I always spent time reading and have managed to master as many spells as possible. Plus I had a good memory so it wasn’t difficult for me. “You don’t have to get it right now. You can take the frogs to your rooms so you can keep practicing. Now, let’s begin,” I watched as each student transformed into their semi-wolf, their fangs out as they bit their flesh and drew blood and began to recite the spells. Some of the students began to bite their fingers in frenzy, trying again and again but nobody could resurrect their frog.