The Last Primal

"[Reptilian] F-fine, let's go with that. But you most likely have to do most of the work, as just by keeping up the barrier would pretty much drain me dry."

Madam Dara silently muttered, not caring if her partner has heard her remark or not. Taking one last heavier than a normal sigh, she first took her attention towards the designated area, a small rocky formation with a stone pillar reaching the size of an olden oak tree's girth and began revolving all the energy, the [Soul Power] inside her body. She focused on hastening their speed and extending their reach, swiftly reaching to all ends, nooks, and edges in her figure.

As she continued focusing, she also began to reach out to her reformed core, which from its original inferior crooked reptilian one was like a shining beacon of the newfound hope, a Primal Core. Orbiting around the center star, her Primal Seed Core which was birthed through the injection of her beloved Master's divine power, two small rice grain-sized dots orbited. One had a gloomy, matte black color fluctuating the ominous energy, sending out eerie pulsations every couple of seconds whilst it circulated the central core.

Opposite of her current route, and only just slightly farther than the dark one, a dark crimson, vermillion colored rice grain-sized seed could also be seen. Like its elder brother it too orbited the same star, making up this void forming a miniature galaxy of their own, deep inside the crystalline walls of the mysterious organ.

They were the affinities, the recently reformed and already existing talents Madam Dara was gifted with, her Darkness, the [Dark Magic] and her original trait, given to her by the strange previously dormant Demonic Succubus bloodline, the Blood Magic. Whilst she was far from being as adept at the Arcane as her makeshift partner, Madam Dara still had a great deal of experience with it.

Most born through arduous, painstaking effort through the decades of struggle, whilst again, some simply appeared as her bloodline awakened thanks to her almighty young master.

Madam Dara focused on the dark, gloomy seed this time around, activating her [Dark Magic] utilizing all the gathered essences inside her core and infusing it into the magical bloodstream of the now rapidly revolving [Soul Power].

As the Primal Core began to shine due to it turning active, a dark, ebony string of peculiar energy escaped the confines of the crystal walls, merging into the golden stream turning it into a beautiful, yet terrifying gradient color of Dark Gold.

As if a kettle was placed on the stove and it was heated with some immensely intensive flame causing the water to boil in just mere seconds, the stream whilst also running its course lightning fast, also began to burst bubbles as its temperature seemingly begun to rise.

A strange reaction that whilst it wasn't transpiring on the solid plane, still looked similar to that of basic alchemy and chemistry. Matter, albeit spiritual, reacted to one another fusing and merging together and forming a new element, a new source of power for their host to utilize and command.

If a similar activity in the realm of physics would be termed metaphysics, would this process, this reaction be called meta-chemistry? Anyway let's digress…

(AN.: Apologies, the philosopher inside me took control, and the thought was just too interesting to pass.)

Madam Dara focused on her inner circulation, making sure that the energy infusion with the dark essence was smooth and -most importantly- quick. Whilst this process of fusion of energy may seem excessive and even downright pointless if one knows that she could still cast her [Dark Magic] related school of spells and complete the rituals the same the results would not be the same.

No, far from it.

By completing this fusion and making sure that her affinity, her related essence was directly infused into her [Soul Power] stream before chanting and casting a spell, its effects would be enhanced and in some cases, -like this one-, would be downright altered.

The ability to perfectly seal off an area was not something unique to the [Space Magic] school. Several other schools, just like the [Dark Magic] as well as [Light Magic] had a similar ability of their own. Even for those druids and nature fanatics, those with a high enough skill both in [Wind Magic] and [Life Magic] could cast a dome made out of torrentus, stormy wind resulting in a somewhat similar effect.

Still, whilst these three alternatives could result in a similar end result, it was nowhere near as effective as those cast by those fabled [Space Magic] casters. Their cost would be far greater for one, with all requiring the constant channeling of energy to keep the effect sustained contrary to how a [Space Magician] would just simply need to command the already present particles in the air to seal off the area and wouldn't need any extra, excess channeling to keep it active.

On the other hand, one positive to casting such an intrinsic dark ritual was that the magical dome the caster created by the result of his or her chant, would not only seal off sound and all kinds of [Sense] class abilities, it would also shroud the area from those prying eyes. Whilst it would seem like a peculiarity in the daylight, during the late afternoon, early evening and more so in the late midnight, the sealed-off area wouldn't even be noticeable at all, making the skill a highly effective addition to those trying to remain unseen, unnoticed.

Feeling as her preparations were completed, Madam Dara turned her attention to Lady Pyre lying next to her in the same bush, awaiting her signal.

"[Reptilian] Whatever you planned to grab their attention and lead them away… Do it. Once I initiate the ritual, I will need to focus my full attention on keeping the spell active and cannot help."

Taking a moment, to clear her mind Madam Dara continued.

"[Reptilian] As mentioned before, once we start, there's no turning back. I cannot do this a second time, I would need to rest for several hours before that. Your window of opportunity would be 5 minutes. 6 tops, but that would already be stretching it beyond the limit. Try to be fast for once."

Lady Pyre frowned at the thrown jibe, deciding not to speak up against and just simply ignoring it. She nodded to the woman before she too closed her eyes and began focusing on revolving, circulating her inner energies.

However, unlike the process that took almost a minute for Madam Dara, Lady Pyre was ready in just a couple of seconds. As her eyelids fluttered open, a fiery flicker sparked inside her pupils.

She raised her hand, pointing towards the same area as Madam Dara was focusing on and…

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