Aethan's gaze sharpened, his Aether churning vigorously. He retreated calmly, watching as wind began to rush out from the three holes and accumulate before him. In no time flat, three faceless, humanoid creatures formed and began attacking him. Aethan moved immediately, dodging awkward blows coming from the flying creatures. They lacked finesse and cooperation, attacking at every opportunity. Their movements were like that of newborns; decisive, yet stupid—most of the time. They didn't think twice before committing to an attack, not caring if it hindered them in the process. ‘Wraiths,’ Aethan thought, trying to grasp the intricacies of the creatures moving about. They were formed from the holes in the walls… or more likely, from something within the walls. The wind didn't come from within the wall, but had gathered when the wall opened up, affirming his thoughts of it being the work of an object. The object—whatever it was—was, perhaps, what had created the Wraiths an

Aethan realised that he was wrong to call that affinity Wind. The real term was Gale, an affinity tied to an extinct race of Humanoid beings known as the Stormcallers. They once occupied this Realm’s Dungeon—living there, to be precise—before they were forced to leave after being attacked by an enemy race. “How do I know all this?" Aethan suddenly mumbled, feeling like the new knowledge he gained wasn't normal. Yes, he had received the memories of the Wraiths after absorbing their Essence, but they had just been born, and the only memories they possessed were of using Gale effectively in combat. The memories he had received from the two Wraiths contained what he was thinking of at the moment, but not enough to give him such an in-depth understanding of the Stormcallers. “So where did it come from?" Aethan mumbled. He studied his surroundings, searching for something—anything—that could help him solve the dilemma. He raised a brow when he caught sight of glowing spots on the

“This just proves my thoughts,” Aethan mumbled after crossing a few meters, his feet tapping against the obsidian floor with astonishing speed. As he got closer to the throne, the oppressive feeling coming from the charred figure on it increased, and the frequency of the Thunderbolts multiplied, their deadliness becoming more apparent. Aethan was then forced to slow down and calculate his steps more often. He was still moving quickly though, and at that rate, he would reach his target shortly. Yet, that didn't prevent him from sustaining his first injury in this stage of the Dungeon. A particularly large thunderbolt struck the floor with dire force after Aethan weaved out of its way, albeit the branching arcs of electricity caught his ankle, sending a jolt through his body. Aethan spasmed. The paralyzing effect of the thunderbolt affected his next moves, and a second thunderbolt struck true, charring his flesh. Lichtenberg figures appeared on his skin immediately. Simultane

Aethan picked up the third scroll, activating the Runes on it as he returned Volt Edge into his Space Ring. He had successfully enhanced Volt Edge after the second try.The Runes on the blade now glowed with a brighter light when activated. Its sharpness was elevated to another level, and above all, when Lightning or Thunder Aether was channeled through it, it amplified it by a certain margin, boosting its destructive and piercing power.It was only a First-Circle weapon, but it was certainly sharp enough to cut an average Second-Circle Sorcerer if enough force was put behind it, and the Second-Circle Sorcerer in question didn't possess a strong defense.Aethan watched as the second Enhancement Scroll burned away. Silent Fang had been enhanced once, but the second Enhancement Scroll had failed, unfortunately. “Hmm." Aethan's brow furrowed as he studied the Runes on Silent Fang.They looked… familiar to him, as though he was seeing them again after a very long time. He had wielded Si

A familiar white space welcomed Aethan—to his surprise; but unlike the previous white spaces that had an orb floating midair at the center by some mystical force, he found nothing.He took a few cautious steps forward, crouching as he moved and preparing himself for anything. For all he knew this place might be dangerous, having hidden traps that could put his life in danger.Aethan inched closer to the center of the white space, taking note of where he stepped and how many steps he took. As soon as he got close enough to the center, a flash of light forced him to close his eyes, and he didn't hesitate to retreat a few steps back, his Aether churning.His blades appeared in his hands like they had been there all along, and Aether circulated in the next second, activating their Runes.Aethan dropped into a defensive posture, his feets spread apart, his knees bent slightly, and his swords raised before him. Volt Edge flickered with sparks of lightning, it's penetrative amd destructive p