Chapter 62 Voidwright (2)
Atlantis Magic School Tower – Laboratory Three
Thirteen Magi sat in a circle. In the center of the room was an empty space—not an ordinary emptiness, but an active void. Thin cracks vibrated in the air, like clear glass on the verge of shattering. They referred to it as the Null Space.
"This is the remnant of the magical field when Fitran used the Voidspell," said Magus Tenebril, recording the reactions in the air with an aetheric pen. Tenebril, a former prominent student from the oldest magical institution, had long been obsessed with forbidden powers. His deep insights drove him to boldness, yet his desire to understand the Void gnawed at his morality.
"There are no elements. No temperature. No gravity... as if this space is unacknowledged by reality," remarked the other, Archmagus Orliun. Renowned for his philosophical approach, Orliun consistently questioned the limits of magic. The bitter experience of losing a friend due to the dangerous use of magic had taught him that some things are better left unexplored.
"And if this develops..."
They all knew. The world could become flawed. Voidwright Magic is not destructive magic—rather, it is anti-structure magic, which attacks the fundamental ideas of existence. Among them sat Magus Cyndar, an innovator who once shook the world of magic with new discoveries, now deep in thought. He felt the pull of the Void with an insatiable curiosity, even as shadows crept back: the monumental failure when he ignored warnings and attempted to breach boundaries that should not have been crossed.
They had tried, inserting living beings—never to be found again. Sending signals—never to echo back. Reciting high-level spells—as if those words never existed. The youngest and most ambitious, Magus Lenthar, exclaimed, "We can control it! If we can bind a piece of Fitran magic and trap it within a runic seal, we might be able to... restructure the Void into something replicable." Raised in a family of magi, Lenthar always felt pressured to prove himself. He saw Voidspell as a bridge to the power and recognition he had always dreamed of.
Orliun shook his head. Struggling to control his emotions, he recalled the harrowing journey of battling unforeseen forces during the sealing ritual. "You cannot imprison something that has never acknowledged your existence." Even though he disagreed with Lenthar, his curiosity burned bright, yet he was acutely aware of the dangers involved in grappling with darkness.
In the corner of the room stood Magus Verithra, known for his healing skills, silently reflecting. The bitter experience of losing his friend during the Voidspell experiment while trying to save him lingered in his heart. He wanted to remind the others of their responsibilities, but fear of the Voidspell's repercussions made him doubt his own voice.
Beside Verithra stood Magus Zorath, a master of communication magic, contemplating the potential consequences if the Void were to touch deeper aspects of life. He understood that power should be used to unite, but in the face of this undefined threat, he felt haunted by nightmares depicting an emptiness that could engulf everything.
In the tense atmosphere, the exchange of glances among the Magus enriched the space, hinting at a fragile alliance before they became ensnared once more in a tangle of desires and fears: Knowledge or emptiness, pursuit or retreat.