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Mages of Ascendancy

In the ancient world of Eldoria, gods reigned supreme. They ruled from their celestial thrones, wielding power that shaped the very fabric of reality. Mortals, insignificant in the eyes of these deities, lived in fear and reverence, offering prayers and sacrifices to appease their divine overlords. Magic was a gift bestowed upon a chosen few, and even then, it was a mere fraction of the gods' limitless power . Among these mortals, a group of visionary human mages began to question their fate. Why should they, who possess the potential for such greatness, remain subjugated to beings who saw them as mere pawns? Thus began a saga of rebellion, ambition, and the quest for ultimate power.

SenseiSama · Fantasy
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36 Chs

The First Trial

Chapter 19: The First Trial

 

The sun had barely risen when they reached the river. It roared and surged with an almost unnatural fury, swollen from recent rains and fed by melting mountain snow. The bridge that once spanned its breadth had long since crumbled, leaving only jagged remnants on either bank. The remnants jutted out of the water like skeletal fingers, a grim reminder of the passage of time and the relentless power of nature.

 

Aric, Elara, and Darius stood at the edge, contemplating the treacherous crossing ahead. The river's current was swift and unyielding, its surface dotted with slippery stones that offered the only semblance of a path across.

 

Aric stepped forward, his brow furrowed in concentration. "I'll try to calm the waters," he said, his voice steady but tense. "It won't hold for long, so we need to move quickly."

 

Darius nodded, tightening the straps on his gear. "Let's do it. Elara, you go first. I'll be right behind you."

 

Elara looked at the stones with a mixture of determination and apprehension. She tightened her grip on her staff, drawing a deep breath. "Ready when you are, Aric."

 

Aric closed his eyes and extended his hands over the river. The air around him shimmered as he chanted an incantation from the ancient tome. The words, infused with primordial magic, seemed to resonate with the very fabric of nature. Gradually, the raging waters began to calm, the currents slowing to a more manageable flow.

 

"Go now," Aric urged, his voice strained from the effort.

 

Elara took the first step, testing the stability of the stone before fully committing her weight. She moved swiftly but cautiously, her eyes focused on the path ahead. Darius followed close behind, his larger frame making each step more precarious. He kept a watchful eye on Elara, ready to catch her should she slip.

 

Halfway across, a misstep sent Elara teetering on the edge of a particularly slick stone. Her arms flailed for balance, and for a heart-stopping moment, it seemed she might fall. Darius lunged forward, grabbing her arm and pulling her back to safety.

 

"Careful," he said, his grip firm but reassuring. "We can't afford to lose anyone here."

 

Elara nodded, her heart pounding. "Thank you, Darius. I'm alright. Let's keep moving."

 

With renewed determination, they continued their cautious journey across the stones. Aric maintained his focus, sweat beading on his forehead as he struggled to keep the waters at bay. The river, sensing the weakening of his spell, began to ripple and surge once more.

 

"Move faster!" Aric called out, his voice taut with urgency.

 

Darius and Elara quickened their pace, each step a calculated risk. The stones grew slipperier as they neared the opposite bank, the moss and algae making every foothold treacherous. With a final leap, Elara landed safely on the far side, quickly turning to help Darius.

 

"Come on, Darius!" she urged, extending her hand.

 

Darius took her hand, using his momentum to pull himself onto the bank. They both turned to see Aric, still standing on the other side, his face pale with concentration.

 

"Your turn, Aric!" Darius shouted.

 

Aric nodded, releasing the spell with a sigh of relief. The river roared back to life, but the temporary calm had given them the window they needed. He began his crossing, his steps measured and deliberate. The stones were slick under his boots, each one threatening to send him into the churning water below.

 

Halfway across, the river surged with renewed ferocity. Aric stumbled, catching himself on a protruding rock. He glanced up, seeing the worry etched on Elara's and Darius's faces.

 

"You can do it, Aric!" Elara called out, her voice filled with encouragement.

 

Gathering his strength, Aric pushed on, his movements swift and precise. With each step, he could feel the river's power growing, as if it were a living entity determined to thwart their passage. Finally, with one last leap, he landed beside his friends, breathing heavily but safe.

 

They stood together on the opposite bank, taking a moment to catch their breath. The river raged behind them, a reminder of the first trial they had overcome through sheer determination and teamwork.

 

"Well done, everyone," Aric said, his voice filled with relief and pride. "We've passed our first test."

 

Darius clapped him on the back, a rare smile breaking through his usually stern demeanor. "One trial down, many more to go."

 

Elara nodded, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration. "We'll face whatever comes next, just like we did today—together."