The Lost Mage 1 Beginning

"s.h.i.+t, what is happening."

He could not even understand because of the pain, he said something or his words remained in his throat.

After a moment, the feelings began to clear up, and the pain receded.

"I feel pain, so not everything is lost, it at least means that I'm alive."

Struggling with dizziness and trying to get up with his eyes closed, Balor recalled the previous event.

Balor, a second-level mage, a veteran of two magical wars, the Jericho campaign and the war for the inheritance of the great Archmage Milenius. In a world where wars do not stop even for a minute, and they have become a routine, where the destruction of villages and cities with a powerful spell is a mundane act.

And such a meager list of wars where he partic.i.p.ated, as it may seem to many of his fellow tribesmen, he received only because of the research activities of Balor. At 28, he was already known in narrow circles due to his discoveries in the field of fiery and black magic. However, it was in spatial magic that Balor saw the greatest offensive potential and most of all tried to penetrate the secrets of this particular magic.

But the world is full of irony, it was in spatial magic that he was most unsuccessful. For this reason, thinking about gaining experience, he did not think long when the proposal was received from a sufficiently great magician in spatial magic named Crane to be his a.s.sistant in an imminent research experiment.

A couple of days after the proposal, on the top of the magic tower located in the White Academy, everything was ready, the magic pentagram was drawn, all the materials were collected. The essence of the experiment was to test a new spell, which was to compress the s.p.a.ce in a certain territory at one point.

As soon as the experiment began, a dense stream of mana flowed into the magic pentagram, Balor immediately felt the danger, the keen feeling that he developed while surviving in this world affected. And as soon as he wanted to speak out for stopping the experiment, he saw a bright flash that blinded him, and then came a sharp pain throughout his body.

This is the last thing he remembered.

"And so, why did I fit into this d.a.m.n test of spatial magic. It will be fast and It will be safe, they said. d.a.m.n…"

Already almost standing, Balor stumbled and falls to his knees from a sharp pain in the trunk, holding with one hand on his side, and the other holds himself to the ground.

"My rib, it is broken. Okay, let's try to open our eyes first."
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At first, a bright light blinded him so much that Balor had to cover his eyes with his hand, but gradually he began to get used to it. The first thing he saw was his body. His magical robe was torn in some places, his whole body was sprinkled with light cuts, bruises, and blood.

"d.a.m.n, the second-stage mage is in such a deplorable state. That my teacher Morius would say when he saw this? Well, need to understand where I am and try to return to the White Academy. At the same time, I need to stay away from war zones, I'm wounded and there is too little mana left in me, even a pathetic group of adherents can kill me now if I'm not lucky."

Having said this, Balor began to slowly get up.

"Okay, let's first wait for the night and decide on the stars where to go, and then .... s.h.i.+t..".

The first thing that caught my eye was trees, trees with purple foliage, but Balor did not give a d.a.m.n about these unusual trees. As a second-level mage, he saw many more unusual things than these s.h.i.+tty plants.

What surprised and even caused shock were giant blocks of earth flying right above Balor's head. Not even the fact of the flight. He heard about the Black Fortress, which were raised with the help of a huge amount of mana and improved flight magic of the Archimages of the Jericho Empire. The Black Fortress carried wherever it flew death and destruction. However, this was a common thing, all that was created by the Archmages of the Empire Jericho brings death and destruction.

"Where am I, d.a.m.n it. How much mana you need to spend to maintain such a huge amount of land in the air. "

The shock on Balor's face lasted a couple of seconds, but a moment later, decisiveness appeared on his face.

"Okay, I'm a second-level mage, I survived even in a worse situation, remember at least the battle of Taurine. Although I was walking in the second wave of attack, stepping over the torn bodies of the holy knights, trying to dodge pieces of flesh flying here and there. After this battle, even the demonic wizards of b.l.o.o.d.y chaos said that it was too b.l.o.o.d.y and inhuman. Even then I survived, I will survive now. "

"First, restore mana, I feel it will be needed."

Balor slowly began to sit down in a pose of meditation, trying not to damage the wounds.

"For a long time, I was not so exhausted. I only have a small amount of mana left. I need half a day to recover at least a small part. Well, it's time to absorb the particles of mana. I'm sure that even in such a strange world, I can repel the danger when I fully recover. "

Magic was something common in the world Balor's. To survive, everyone should know magic, and in a world where total magical wars happen about once every decade, the ability to study magic has long been turned into a necessity for survival. Being an orphan, at the age of 13, Balora was accepted into the school of military adherents, and as always happens in this gray, death-full world, because of a new war, he had to learn magic right during the battles. Fortunately, prudence even in such a dark world was also natural, no one sent ordinary candidates for adherents to certain death, at least at the beginning of the war.

The world was filled with particles of mana, to be able to absorb and use it is what to know to live. The second-level mage is already considered a dangerous creature. He can single-handedly align the mountains, destroy the city unless of course there are two enemy mages of the second stage in this city.

"When I recover enough mana, I need to use healing magic, otherwise it will be sad if I die from simple bleeding."

Balor sits in a pose of meditation, his face showing calm and relaxation. After a minute, his face began to tighten, after two minutes, distrust was written on his face. Balor sharply opened his eyes in which there was only one thing, despair, and disbelief.

He quickly jumped up, ignoring the pain of opening wounds and a broken rib.

"d.a.m.n it, where is the mana !? Why in this place there is not a single particle of mana, where is it !? "

After a couple of minutes, he calmed down and sat down again.

"I probably look in the wrong place. I'll try again".

Ignoring what he said nonsense, because the particles of mana everywhere, wherever you look, there will be particles of mana, at least they were there.

"And again, not one particle of mana, only this strange dense streams of energy unknown to me."

Balor slowly opened his eyes, reflecting on something, after a moment, the determination was reflected in his gaze.

Closing his eyes, he again tried to feel the particles of mana, and again only this strange thick energy that was everywhere.

"I can try to absorb this strange energy, maybe it is an a.n.a.log of mana in this world, it still will not be worse."

Thinking about this, he began to slowly concentrate his spirit on this stream, and to Balor's surprise, energy slowly began to flow into his body. Having penetrated his skin, he felt a relaxing warmth, and after that, the energy went deeper into the body.

"Still, I chose the right path after I will recover ..."

The next thing he felt was a sharp, terrible pain right inside the body.

"f.u.c.k, what is happening, again the pain ... it ... is terrible. Get .... worse."

The next thing that Balor understands is that his consciousness eludes him, and he falls into darkness.