Revan was slumped against the stone walls of the labyrinth. She was tired. And had been running from some huge inanimate piece of armor for an hour at that point. But she had tricked it. And it had taken a wrong turn. It was very hard to run in the dress she was wearing. Which is primarily why she hated fancy gatherings. She had also gotten separated from Aria when the floor collapsed. She felt painfully powerless.
'Why now? Why here…?' She examined the powerful magic barrier on the wall and let out a sigh.
'If only I was an actual mage. Who could actually understand this…'
Of course she had a base understanding of runes. But the basic runes were weaved into the barrier so thin that one centimeter of the barrier was most likely full of millions of a single small defense rune. Whoever made the barrier had to be beyond even the abilities of an arch mage. Like people who wielded sword energy. Or weapon energy, depending on who you asked. Magic users also had a type of hierarchy.
Novice, Amateur, Expert, Master, Grandmaster, Archmage, and maybe even something beyond that. Something with no title. These rankings also split off into different types, an elementalist, who specialized in base elemental magic, like wind, fire, water, and air. A spiritualist, a mage who specialized in spirit magic and communicating with different spirits. A dark or light mage, who specializes specifically in light or dark kmagic. Barrier artists, who make complex defense magic. Alchemists, who make magic artifacts, and potions. And then fundamentalists. Who are basically elementalists, but use more complex forms of the world's laws, and are extremely difficult forms of magic to master. Such as Gravity, Time, life, and death. The laws of the world are much harder to understand than the basic things in them.
Right now. Revan estimated she was at the level of a low level expert. As she had been slacking in her studies as of late. And was starting to get less and less interested. Morgus Zephyr would always lecture her on her life during the 2 year period between Arthur's rude greeting and the current events. She was getting old. 19. Yet she was still getting cooped up in her room. Still complaining. Still having temper tantrums. She hated it too. She missed it. Back on earth. Well. Sort of. Back on earth she had a pretty simple life. Everything was already figured out. She went to work. And then sat on her computer until she fell asleep.
Yet now it was a bit more complex. Even though her path was figured out. Nothing else was. Where she would go. What she would do. She just didn't know. She used a basic water spell to form the molecules into the air into some drinking water and took a large gulp. She opened her inventory and took a quick swap between her outfit and her old hunting outfit and her bow and quiver. Her bow was wonderfully crafted. By the best craftsmanship on the continent. The people in the mountains who held a small piece of the giants lineage. It was black with red edges. It was large. About half of her height. And was enchanted, with lots, lots of layers of her father's reinforcement magic. He had spent days enchanting it. For her 18th birthday.
She smiled while she looked at it. And ran back to where she had tricked the inanimate piece of armor. It was much faster getting there now. With her more comfortable outfit and a free range of motion. She tied her long black hair back into a high ponytail and ran back.
'This time! I swear I'll destroy that hunk of junk…'
When she got there. The mana in the air was heavy. And there was a large gust of air. There were scattered pieces of heavy black metal on the ground. And Arthur was slumped up against the wall. Sleeping quietly. His body was exerting a heavy amount of mana. And his body was steaming. With large gusts of wind exuding out of him as well.
"…Arthur?" She kneeled in front of him and examined his face. Before being shoved back into a wall by the wind and letting out a grunt.
'Why is there always something weird going on with him?'