Infinite Magus

At night, Clay took a stroll around the school. He had a lot on his mind. A lot of the pieces just didn't fit together. He was of no noble blood. It was impossible. So how could he hold royal echoes? It simply wasn't possible.

The royal echoes were created when the first king made a deal with the god of light. The first king was the strongest. He founded the continent they are on in this very moment. Though, nobody knows where he came from originally.

The deal with the god of light allowed them to create things called Echoes, empowered forms of their weapons that fused with their own power, the power of the god of light, and their original power.

The kings used to have their echoes passed down. But for some reason, it stopped during the 10th kings rule. The connection between the god of light and the kings was shattered. The kings were left with the ability to create. But they left nothing behind for the future.

The current kings echo was manifested during the war with the dragons 20 years ago. He defeated hundreds of them using his bow, Skyshatterer, which turned into an echo during one of the final waves. People say it was the only reason we actually won that war. It also greatly dwindled the number of dragons. Though, there's no doubt they'll be up and running in no time.

Clay continued taking his stroll. Nothing was really off, though, it certainly did feel like something was. He had noticed that ever since he entered a certain area. The cold area had gotten much warmer. And more stagnant. The mana flow in the area was also different. Like he had entered a different dimension. Or, a barrier made to block off sight and sound from the outside.

He figured it was probably the latter, since he could still see everything outside normally. His suspicions were confirmed when two people landed behind him. He took out his sword and swung it behind him. Being met with another clang of metal as his sword met two daggers and two cloaked people. One was visibly a woman, the other a man.

"Hmph, you should calm down. Usually you don't greet new people with swords…" The man spoke and Clay looked over to him.

"And who the hell are you?"

"Oh, that's a bit of a secret."

"Is it now?"

"Yes, it is."

The man strut forward and grabbed his hand, examining the tattoo of the star and slowly caressing his hand. Clay jolted back. But the man's grasp was strong. 

"What the hell are you doing?"

"What? Can a man not be fascinated…no bonds have ever had this tattoo before…"

"How did you create this kind of barrier? That blocks sound and sight from the outside?"

"Hm, it's just simple spacial separation. A bit beyond your reach though. Unless you're that kind of prodigy, of course."

"What do you mean?"

"Hm, I've said too much it seems. Well, farewell then."

The man was about to waltz away when Clay flung a stone wall at him.

"No! You don't get to just leave!"

"Ooh, a feisty one. Get him."

The woman jumped forward with her daggers. Clay blocked her blades with his sword, but he could feel the force of her daggers against his blade. For some reason, the woman jolted a bit, like she was surprised by something. Clay kicked her back and created a gust of wind into his hand. He rubbed the mana particles together at an incredible speed before shooting them out in a bolt of lightning.

She jumped back. Dodging the bolt.

"Hmph…still a work in progress."

The woman's daggers started to glow a translucent bright red as she dashed forward at a speed that Clay couldn't see. Slashing across his chest.