Tale of a Hedonistic wizard
Chapter 91 - 91: Dead skeleton in the cave

Jaegar remained undeterred by its piteous plight, his attention shifting to his surroundings. He was not one to rest on his laurels, and he looked at the limbs of the creature, examining them. It was something he hadn't seen before.

Yet, as the tension ebbed and the seconds ticked by, an ominous disturbance rippled through the environment. Emerging from the very earth itself, a colossal reptilian form unfurled its presence with an earth-shaking roar.

The ground trembled beneath Jaegar's feet as he stared in awe at the massive creature before him. Its scales glistened in the sunlight, reflecting its immense power and dominance. Jaegar's heart raced with excitement, and he started to feel the rush in his body. It has been a while since he felt like this.

This new arrival stood as a stark reminder that challenges in this untamed domain were far from over.

"Let's get this fucking party started." He said it out loud, grinning ear to ear.

Unknown to him, his image was being displayed on the crystal screen, which sent them to Isle. It was showing all the images of the other twelve students.

Almost everyone had started fighting those distinct creatures and wild beasts.

On the east side of the isles, there was one more who was effortlessly killing the wild beasts, and he had summoned his familiar, a giant white wolf. They were both killing their way through the horde of beasts.

It was Ivar Hustad; he was like a natural killer with fire dancing at his fingertips.

As he was done with them, he saw Veronica, who was coming towards him. After walking for several minutes, she ended up here.

While some of them froze in the place where they landed and were stuck in an illusion, others managed to break free and continue their rampage.

Lorcan, in the far west of the isle, hadn't found any beasts or creatures, so he kept on walking ahead. With him, Parkar was there; they had met while wandering in the forest.

The roars of the beasts and a deafening sound resonated throughout the isles as the fights were started by all the students. The chaos and mayhem grew as the battles intensified, with spells and curses being hurled in every direction.

Back to the place where Jaegar was; he was entangled in a fight with the reptile creature. As he was fighting it, his main element circled his palms as he dodged its tail and big blades like claws.

In that moment, Jaegar heard someone calling him. A distant, crisp voice resounded in his head. He glanced around to see who it was, but there was no one. The reptile launched its attacks as he dodged them, trying to find the source of the voice.

The voice then said, "Jaegar!"

He heard a voice but couldn't quite concentrate on who it belonged to as the giant creature was attacking him.

As the reptile bore down upon him, its immense power exerted with an intensity that demanded his full focus, Jaegar's instincts ignited. Lightning crackled and swirled around him, a tempestuous shield of energy that embodied his command over elemental forces.

In a calculated manoeuvre, he pressed his hand against the reptile's scaled form, channelling the latent energy within him to temporarily disable the creature. The writhing force that had been aimed at him was hushed, even as the storm of lightning danced and thrummed around them.

Yet, amidst the fading echoes of the reptile's attack, Jaegar's senses were drawn back to something far more enigmatic. A haunting voice seemed to drift through the air, beckoning him towards an unknown destination.

"Now, what is it?"

Intrigued and wary, he ventured forth, following the spectral whispers that seemed to tug at his very being. The terrain shifted as he traversed the path, leading him towards a small valley enveloped by an air of mystery.

Outside, on the crystal screen, the image of Jaegar suddenly turned blank.

Ashfield, who sat in a chair, suddenly stood up. "What happened?"

Everyone was also surprised to see it. This sort of incident has never happened before. While everyone was trying to guess what happened, he went into the valley.

The narrowing path eventually unveiled a cavern of prodigious proportions, its yawning entrance marked by rocky spikes and remnants of long-gone beings. The atmosphere within was palpably heavy, laden with an aura of ancient secrets.

As he ventured deeper into the cave's depths, his footsteps echoing softly, his gaze settled upon a chilling discovery. Resting against the cave's wall lay a human-like, tall skeleton, about two meters in height, adorned in the remnants of garments that spoke of sophistication, now mired by the passage of time.

Yet, the eeriness of the cave was not confined to relics of the past. A spectral light radiated from within, its ethereal glow beckoning him to draw nearer.

However, the instant he stepped into the luminescent embrace, the world around him spiralled into disarray. His senses became unmoored, and his physical form seemed untethered from the tangible world. The sensation was akin to being trapped within a tempestuous void, his very existence hanging in an uncertain balance.

Struggling against the engulfing tide, he grappled to regain control, his consciousness clawing for a semblance of order.

An intrusion into this surreal state emerged, the presence of an old man shattering the bounds of his mind's confines.

As soon as the old man entered, the darkness that had once enveloped the mental space was consumed by a searing crimson that was suffocating and relentless.

He fought to resist, to assert his will, but the pressure was overwhelming, his own consciousness buckling beneath the alien force. The old man's voice echoed through the chaos, commanding him to surrender and submit to the power that held him captive.

But there was something, a source of power within Jaegar, that didn't let him have his way.

It whispered to him, giving him strength to resist the old man's control. Jaegar's determination grew, fueled by this inner force, as he summoned every ounce of his remaining willpower to break free from the suffocating old man's grip.

The old man couldn't take the storm; he was being engulfed by the crimson radiance, so he retreated.

Emerging from this psychic turmoil, Jaegar was granted a renewed clarity, yet the lingering traces of the old man's influence clung to his awareness.