Low-Fantasy Occultist Isekai

The outcome of this fight had never been uncertain. The rock worm was indeed dangerous, but Nick was wily, and with the potion supplied by Rhea, they would have killed it sooner or later.

In fact, Nick was almost kicking himself for his hesitation, as he could have tried his hand at this new magic sooner and spared them a precious resource. But what was done was done.

He had learned a valuable lesson nonetheless. That, in itself, was worth everything.

Watching the cyclone of multicolored winds blow through the worm, he was unsurprised to find it caused no physical damage, even though it slowed the beast's lunge.

No, this new magic he'd summoned did something far more dangerous.

Its very essence was devoured, completely circumventing the physical defenses that had allowed it to withstand foxfire and Wind magic. Read complete version only at NovєlFіre.net

[Wind God's Third Eye] allowed him to perceive every single detail. How the spiritual gale tore through the worm's essence, separating it from its body. It ripped, churned, and performed everything [Vacuum Sphere] did in the physical world, but to the immaterial.

[Spiritual Hurricane] seemed like an appropriate name for something like this. It represented the culmination of his efforts in both Wind magic and his more esoteric arts, and Nick could already envision half a dozen new applications of the principle that had led to it.

The drain he experienced was also comparable to his other spell. It was still a significant investment, but given what this magic could do, he didn't feel too bad about it.

Finally, the worm crashed down, its energy spent and spirit exhausted. It lay there, silent and still, almost resembling a statue.

No, that's wrong. It is a statue.

Indeed, while it was his new spell that had killed the beast, Rhea's potion had been hard at work, transforming what was once a living creature, despite its rocky armor, into a statue.