My Servant System

It was incredible how swatting these pesky Faeries out of the sky didn't really get me that bored when compared to before; maybe it was the fact that they were being satisfyingly crunched against my ice paddles, or maybe it was the sheer amount of gore that was surrounding me, but either way it was just... mwah~!

Chef's kiss all the way around and the deepest compliments to these little things since they seemed to be immensely strong in terms of their magical capabilities but otherwise weak to anything physical, making them the perfect punching bags to release stress.

Their magic couldn't really reach me since I was constantly and randomly pulsing out my own magic to counter theirs, meaning all they had left was to fly straight at me and hope to slip past the giant ice walls or my ice paddles.

In other words I was playing ping pong with fleshy balls that never returned to me, also known as some of the most fun I've had in a long time, especially since I was able to reallocate my mental resources to something else as I did so.

What might be more important than batting around these Faeries and watching them explode into brilliant multicolored mist, you might ask?

Why, learning how to use their magic in the midst of me turning them into that glittery rainbow splashes against the brilliant snow that was settled all around us~!

It was becoming rather obvious that their magic reacted to their emotions and required nothing more than their will to shape - much like my Lust Mana that was seldom utilized - while also being something that was tied to the land around them.

A mixture of their emotions and what the world itself was willing to provide them with, something that fluctuated randomly without much warning; I noticed their waning power in the midst of my bloodbath and could immediately piece together why they were growing weaker.

The world noticed that they were dying quickly and without achieving much at all, so it just... slowly began to sever the connection between itself and them, so as to save this resource for something or someone more worthy.

Becoming that someone seemed like a good first start, so after I funneled a surplus of mana into both my paddles and the walls around me I dragged all of my mana back inside of myself and focused on feeling the magic around me.

Not what was being targeted at me, nor what I had pushed out into the world, but what was already here; the magic that was lazily emitted into the air in abundance, the magic that was untouched and untamed, waiting for someone to grab at it.

Typically you grabbed it and pulled it into your Core to become your own mana, but what the Faeries were doing was pulling it towards themselves and then shaping it externally, meaning this was a version of magic that didn't necessarily require a large Core.

You were the in between of the magic around you and the spells you cast, meaning that I needed to forgo the structure that I was so accustomed to using and instead try and shape it while it was still in the atmosphere. Your support at MV^LEMP^YR keeps the series going.

Sounded difficult since absorbing it was completely separate from my normal function, and I was worried that I might just keep absorbing it even as I tried to shape it, but the moment I grasped one of those threads that 'fear' became unfounded.

I didn't need to use my hands to give it shape, nor did I need to use my vocal chords as a medium to cast the spell; I just... asked it if it wanted to be used by me and told it what I wanted.

So simple yet slightly difficult since that required concentration on this initial attempt, but it came out - albeit shoddy - as a wave of icicles that crashed down in front of me, impaling a fair share of the Faeries and forcing the rest to evade the projectiles.

First attempt was a success and it was something I was so accustomed to casting anyways, so the next attempt was for something a bit more uncommon in my arsenal; I let my desire for a snowstorm be known to the magic that was lazily drifting around me, and before I knew it the winds were tugging at the trees all around us, shaking any and all snow free from those needles.

The snow on the ground was whipped up into this growing frenzy that whirled around me, and with a mere thought it encompassed the area I was occupying, limiting vision and scratching at any of the Faeries that didn't have perfect 'armor'.

The winds were strong and the snow became sharp, slicing through their mana and cutting into their flesh as I created a perfect cloud of white around myself, isolating me from everything and making me grin as I lowered the paddles.

A tornado of ice and frigid cold raged on all around me, reacting to my amusement and desire for even more as I listened to the Faeries screech out in agony as they were torn apart or slammed into trees.

This was a far more powerful Domain than anything I had cast ever before, and it also faded away far quicker than I expected as I thanked the magic for what it had done, the Faeries no longer shrieking at me for the sudden flipping of this power.

Silence fell in the forest once more, but this time it was serene and peaceful, somewhat warm and familiar as everything became calm; there was no longer a deep chill, I wasn't jumping at shadows nor was I looking over my shoulder multiple times a minute.

It was just... quiet, and that was all I wanted after everything that had happened; stepping over the rainbow snow and ignoring the broken and smashed bodies of the Faeries, I strained my hearing and listened for anything at all, searching for Draka.

Immediately I caught on to the strong winds that tore at the forest in the distance, so with my destination set I began to run through the evergreens and prepare for another battle, all while I puzzled over what made the sigil on my neck so special.