《Madness with a touch of sanity》Chapter 14: Titan, Wings
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I shot up, immediately falling forwards and collapsing on the hard and icy ground, my lower body was numb and I was dizzy, my mana still hadn't regenerated, or even began to flow. I looked around, It was white, and snowy, and cold, I looked down, to my great confusion and disappointment, I was still trapped in the ice, and naked.
I tried breaking free again, but the methods were just as fruitless as I thought they would be, so I tried something different.
"Appraise ice"
[Frosty The Titan Lvl 12]
[Titles: [Calamity] [Mage Killer] [Frozen Kingdom] Error!]
[Passive Skills:[Mana Drain Lvl 60] [Physical Resistance Lvl 40] [Blinding Snow Lvl 40] Error!]
[Active Skills: [Impact Lvl 14] Error!]
[Unique Skills: [Hopeful Dream] Error!]
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Shit! Out of the frying pan into the sun, I can't even hurt the thing with my fists, and my magic is fucked... unless... no, my magic is fucked, I would rather die than sacrifice my pride and disgrace my people.
[Your actions have earned you favour with your chosen deity, you know the drill champ, good luck]
The revolver materialised in my hand, heavier than I remember, the metal the gun was made of should be freezing and sticking my skin to it, but it was warm and comforting, especially against the bottom of my jaw. BANG!
[Received skill: Enhanced Mana Regeneration Lvl 43]
I felt a warm feeling flowing through me, not warming my body, but it felt good, like power filling me, and I knew just what to do with it. I started compressing one fireball after another, burying them in the icy giant, thick white steam pouring out of each new hole, the fireballs more chaotic nature was working to my advantage, pillars of light pouring through the mist, that was once snow, melting the monster slowly, and thawing me out bit by bit.
After a while my legs were free, so I used my threads to slingshot my way into the sky, forming a pseudo hammock for me to watch the destruction from, I was in the clouds, and I could see the creature perfectly. It was made up of three balls of snow covered ice, the biggest at the bottom and smallest at the top, with big, round, black eyes and an off-looking top hat, scarf and pipe combo, each of a dark brown colour, similar to its arms, which looked deceptively small, but would have been at least twenty metres thick and four hundred metres long, incidentally, I was stuck in the central ball of his body.
I'm not one to drag out a fight, you never know what could happen, I formed hundreds of compressed and chaotic fireballs around the creature, and before it could melt from the sheer torrent of heat assaulting it, I fired, turning the surrounding land into more of a burning crator. I stretched my tendril-like threads towards the burning ground, lowering myself into the centre of the hole to inspect my unexpected prizes.
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[Cloud Pipe]
[A remnant of an older time, given to a magic snowman to give them a more human feel]
[Allows the user to release a cloud of poison/paralytic/aphrodisiac/hallucinogens/mist, provided they know the basics of the substance]
[Heart-warming Scarf]
[A remnant of an older time, given to a magic snowman to give them a more human feel]
[Allows the user to stay cosy and warm, even in the coldest of climates, also allows the summoning of child-like remnants, they are able to do manual labour or act as cannon fodder, however their physical capabilities are low, they cost little to summon or maintain]
[Magician's Hat]
[An odd trinket created by an odd, and somewhat mad, enchanter, It gave life to a pile of snow, that ended up killing him, in his effort to save his life, he accidentally burnt his research notes, which were written on leaves, meaning this is the first and only magical item that gives sentience to materials, made by a mortal hands]
[The hat contains a subspace that can store items and rabbit based species, it also gives sentience to materials or lifeless bodies]
There was also a large, pulsing, white monster core, which I stored in the hat as I equipped the rest of the items, which fit perfectly to my body, of course. My limbs hung loosely as I walked across the icy mountains with my threads like hundreds of tiny legs, sometimes a monster got in the way, and it turns out I can store corpses in the hat as well, so I should have no problems with food for a while, unfortunately, I still have no idea where I am.
I passed hundreds of mountains, but there seemed to be no end to them, it was just mountains and mountains, as far as the eye could see, which, incidentally was not very far, considering the heavy snow that riddled the place, and I tried teleporting, it just exploded in my face, that shouldn't happen, as any mage knows, unless the spell wasn't completed correctly, which I made sure it was.
I was getting tired, the mountains didn't have a very dense mana, in fact, it barely had any, which is odd for a mountain, unless it was just recently created of course, or something had been sucking all the mana out of them. I needed a place to rest, so I started carving out a side of a random mountain, slashing it to pieces with my threads, blowing a hole to the centre with my fireballs, and of course, setting up a giant, flaming barrier that siphons mana directly from me.
The barrier made it bright inside the freshly hollowed mountain, warm too, the only thing it didn't do was provide bedding, but the corpses in my hat would fulfil that role just fine, as well as satisfying my hunger, and need to paint the walls in screaming faces. I would only need a few days of sleep and I would be fine to keep going then, so I closed my eyes and slept.
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I had a very relaxing sleep, the corpses were soft, the temperature was comfortable, the billions of flying white pixies constantly screaming for twenty four hours a day, forty days straight was nice, no, not nice, what's the word, marvellous, no, ah yes, fucking infuriating, yes thats the word, worse still, the little shits are fast as fuck, they dodge my threads, my fireballs, even when I enchant random pebbles and throw them, dodged.
I get lucky sometimes, so far I have killed twenty, and that is with days of constant attacks, I need a new way of killing them, like a giant explosion, or a flaming tornado, or maybe I should do something with another element, you know what, let's do all three. Creating spells are much harder than just receiving them, first I have to visualise the effect I want, a tornado of fire, mix in some explosions at random, maybe some bits of razor sharp ice flying around, and to finish it off, lets add another tornado going the opposite direction and make it out of lightning, perfect.
Now I need to hold that image, add mana into the magical formation, rearrange the elements into working form, and summon destruction, starting off small.
[Achieved skill: Vortex Of Nightmares]
Lovely, now all I need to do is unleash it, one hundred times, overcharged with mana, then we will see how the pixies scream. I unleashed the V.O.T's, almost immediately realising my mistake, I was blinded by the bright light and deafened by the noise of the raw power exploding around me, I was even sucked into them, getting tossed around like a sack of rocks sliced by the razor ice, smashed around by the explosions, and shocked by the lightning, both the bolts and the pure static in the air.
I would occasionally slam into one of the pixie fucks caught up in the vortex, splattering their bodies all over me, covering me in creamy blood and tiny wings, until I was glittering with the sparkly cunts, they were definitely dying though, so the main goal was achieved, I was heavily damaged, but it was worth it. The magical vortex continued on for another hour, completely turning the bodies into a pale mist, leaving only their milky green cores behind, peppering the scorched ground with tiny glowing orbs.
I had been smashed directly into the ground, leaving a me shaped hole where I landed, my limbs were mangled in all different direction and my body was marred with laceration, little bits of me where missing, chunks of flesh, some fingers, even an ear, but they would all grow back, so I wasn't concerned with that, what I was concerned with was the scars, even with my constitution, my body would be covered in them. I healed what I could and left the hole, picking up the cores littered across the landscape with my threads, slowly funnelling them into the hat, I also shattered the bracelet, it may have been more trouble than it was worth.
Thanks to my little tantrum, the landscape was mostly destroyed again, not just in the close vicinity, I couldn't see mountains that should have been miles away, and not from the reduced field of vision either, I was slowly turning this snowy mountain range into a misty gravel path. Maybe it was time I went a different direction, either up or down, but only one would let me slowly destroy this accursed stone, so I started firing a stream of fireballs in a downwards direction, slowly crawling down the hole I was creating with my threads.
Something interesting was happening, the density of mana was increasing the deeper I went, by incredible amounts, it was like I was in dry desert land then I was tossed into a river, it was hundreds of times thicker than my cave, which was good for me, considering my hand was slowly regrowing and the more serious wounds on my body were healing into scars, as well as some additional appendages growing.
My wings were finally sprouting, and growing at an astounding rate, they were about three times the size of my body and made of a thin membrane covered in a durable, yet flexible, black scale with a red trim, the membrane was connected to a beautiful second set of arms growing out of my back, on the shoulder blades, they were lined with small, blade-like, spikes to cut things apart mid-flight, my wings folded neatly into themselves, each wing folding into half of its size.
My wings weren't the only appendage growing, my horns were lengthening, going straight up, stopping only when they reached the size of my forearm, they were similar to blades in a way, sharp and hard with a dark sheen to them, my ears and tongue were lengthening too, both becoming sharp and pointed, my ears being tipped with red, becoming visible behind my head, and my tongue growing to be two metres in length, and incredible thin when stretched to that extent, also taking on a blood red colour, my tail grew too, but half of it was missing, so it filled out to its previous size, growing flat and blade-like.
I misjudged this place, it was better than I had expected, I could probably get used to this level of mana density, although it's still pretty low, I may even just live here, it would need some work, sure, maybe a few plants if I can find them, but maybe I could find a better spot if I kept digging.
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