The Rebirth Magic Part 2

I dashed towards a nearby tree and quickly climbed up, using my small size to my advantage. The creature snarled as it tried to reach for me, but I was out of its reach.

From my perch on the tree, I observed the creature's movements, noticing its weaknesses.

It was then that I remembered the time, when I was a little kid in my previous life, consumed over fear. But I can tell why, or who is it, my focus, my motor function of this body, can I have upper advanced.

With newfound determination, I sprang from the tree, landing behind the creature. I kicked it hard in the back, causing it to stumble forward.

Taking advantage of the creature's momentary weakness, I grabbed a nearby rock and smashed it hard against its head. The creature howled in pain, stumbling backwards and flapping its wings in an attempt to stay upright.

I didn't give it a chance to recover, though. With all the strength I could muster, I launched myself at the creature, slamming into it with all my might.

The creature fell to the ground with a thunderous crash, and I pounced on it, using all my weight to pin it down. With trembling hands, I searched for a weak spot, a place to strike.

Then I noticed a glint in its eye, and I realized that it was not a creature at all, but a demon in disguise.

I could feel my anger and frustration boiling over as I stared into the demon's eyes. This was the reason why I couldn't become stronger than before. The demons were always one step ahead, always disguising themselves and hiding in plain sight.

I froze in terror as the creature quickly lunged at me. Its sharp teeth poised to attack, and before I could scream or move, it had already bitten into my back, pushing me away with such force that I hit the top of a nearby tree. I felt a sharp pain radiating from my back, and I knew that the creature had inflicted a fatal wound. Blood oozed out of the wound and dripped onto the creature's face, which was contorted with a mixture of rage and hunger.

I knew that this was the end for me, but I refused to go down without a fight. It was Seth's dying wish that I would live, and I would not let him down.

The aftermath of those bitter words and the terror and pain of their deaths weighed heavily on my mind. I closed my eyes as I shut out the memories that had been slowly seeping in, recognizing that I was no longer a child and feeling myself transform into my past, becoming an ancient magus of immense power. I could tell, even without opening my eyes, that my wounds were healing rapidly, as if by magic. And indeed, it was magic that was coursing through my veins, stronger than ever before. I could sense the demon's presence, feel its malevolent aura, but I did not fear it anymore. If this could be my final battle ever as child nor else, let it be as if I was born anew, as a powerful magician who could vanquish any foe.

I opened my eyes, and they shone with an intense light that the demon could not bear to look at. It recoiled from me, its face twisted with fear and pain.

"You shall not harm me or anyone else ever again," I said with a voice that echoed through the forest. With a flick of my wrist, this such creature spoken, " I have seen, You're not scared, I like to see more of you." Such demonic words to it, demonic eyes-like expression toward me, frighting, scaring and petrifying me.

Determined, my mindset, Seth, I sorry, if this my final good-bye.

As I made the decision, to attack, not to be some weakling-kid-like, from top of the tree above the sky,

As I landed on the ground, I faced the demon, my fists clenched and my eyes filled with an unyielding determination. I charged at the demon with all my might, knowing that this was the final battle.

The demon lunged at me, its claws ready to tear me apart. But I dodged its attack, using my speed and agility to my advantage. I landed a few punches on the demon's face, feeling the satisfying crunch of bones under my fists.

Within full-speed attack each-other bone, and faces, this battle feel more intense, feeling every blood pound my skin into my vein, the furious feeling, the savage ferocious fight. I'm feeling to go animal-inside like, monster-like savage-animal, fierce fight. My mind is the animal instinctive state, a wild beast in its inner soul, I can do this without becoming beast.

My hit became stronger, stronger and even stronger than before, every time I hit its jawbone and cheek. Blood poured from its wounds and my knuckles ached.

Hold my arm, forces put all-the might of strength into it, I chuckled, " This my most strong and powerful force-attack, and this is your final attack or demise." As the creature lurched toward me. its yellow eye filled with pain, its lips trembling with hate. I saw its bloodied teeth and its long nails.

Then, There was some magical Aura glowing from my fist, was it Seth own Mana- Aura, from it had given to me, the gift-giver of magic.

"With my powers," Seth whisper, "use the knowledge of magic to defeat a forces who seem evil."

Seth's spirit faded from the spirit realm. I seen, that Seth's spirit's final words.

But then, in the heat of the moment, as chaos reigned and desperation clawed at my heart, an intense surge of energy surged within me. My arm, the canvas of my destiny, underwent a breathtaking transformation, blazing with a radiant, otherworldly light. The mark etched upon it, once a mere curiosity, now emanated a resplendent, whitish glow that seared through the very fabric of reality.

The demon, a creature of malevolence and darkness, froze in abject terror as it beheld this luminous symbol. In the depths of its fiendish consciousness, it recognized the mark as a relic of ancient magic, a symbol of power that had been buried in the annals of history, whispered only in forgotten legends.