..... Three months later....
Cerci is seen in her study, books of different sizes are scattered on the table
Massaging her temples she thought back to what she had read about dragons, how they can take on humanoid form while retaining their horns and how they only rely on mana to sustain their bodies.
But that sill doesn't explain how Kyle has an absurd amount of mana, even for dragons. I have fought a dragon or two but their's don't amount to what his, really what is he
Having heard Kyle's cries, she came to where the baby laid in a white cradle and infused mana into her outstretched hand, making it glow subtly. She touched his cheek releasing the mana that had coalesced in her hands, into his body.
Letting out a gasp, she smiling weakly, patting his head and taking note of the slight decrease in his horns, before returning to her study
On reaching there, she collapsed in her chair from exhaustion, glancing back at the baby, she lets out a sigh before going over the books she was reading.
There were so many things on her mind. Where had the baby come from? Why did he had horns and why where those horns reducing? Why does the baby depends on mana instead of food to survive?
These questions had been left unanswered, pushing these thoughts aside to continue going over the books scattered on the table. She consoled herself, hoping to find the answers in the near future.
Picking up a book that had a worn out cover, she went through it until she found a text stating.
Time passed in a blur as Kyle began to showcase his talent for magic and swords By Kyle's first year, his horns were no more, having manifested the ability to regenerate limbs
During his second, Cerci had forged a mana suppressing bracelet and had begun n teaching him how to control and utilize his abilities as a quadro-elemental.
In his fifth, he became a 4th circle mage, his mana control surpassing that of a high mage. He was able to cast high grade spells that even 5th circle mages struggle to cast. In his sixth year he excelled in both sword and magic.
Six months after his ninth year, he ventured deeper into the forest to hunt, before stumbling upon a penthria - a race of demonic feline, with black fur and some shades of ash at the tip of their ears and tail, known for their high control over mana, able to release a mana blast from their tail and condense it into their claws to make it more resilient.
Locking eyes with Kyle, the penthria vanished from Kyle's line of sight, appearing beside him. It swung its claws at his side. Kyle reacted out of instinct, side stepping out of the way. Blood spilling from a few deep cuts where the claws had made impact with his skin. Had he been slower, he would have sustained more than a few cuts.
Leaping to the nearest tree, he held his side, preventing blood from sipping out of the injury before it could heal itself.
He landed on a branch, manifested a bow and arrow from wind, firing the arrow to slow down the beast advancing towards the tree he was on.
Seeing his plan had worked, he launched himself at the beast conjuring an ice sword to deflect the claws aimed at him, using the momentum of the impact to twist his body to the side, he landed a kick to its side sending it tumbling, crashing into a near by tree.
Enraged by the attack, the beast abandoned any form of caution. It changed at Kyle, releasing the mana blast formed from its tail.
Kyle having side stepped, conjured an earth slab and kicked it, hurling it at the beast, while the beast was distracted, he used that as an opportunity to follow up with a fireball.
But the beast blocked the slab, and deflated the fireball. Using the slab to launch itself at Kyle.
Kyle conjured a mist to obscure the beast vision, stepped to the side, allowing the beast to land, before striking it, sending it flying through several stone slabs he had set up.
Shockwaves travel as the beast broke through each of the slabs, landing roughly on the ground. It laid in a pool of its blood
Looking down at his mangled hand caused from the impact, Kyle cladded it in an earth goblet
Switching his stance to a defence, his eyes fixed on the beast, calculating it's next move
"Whats wrong, you've given up" mocking the beast trying to shift its weight from its broken leg.
The beast, realized that it was no match for Kyle, sneered at him, then took off deeper into the forest, luring Kyle into the demon realm.