SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar
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"It would probably take about fifty to sixty percent of my stockpile... 'To others, sixty percent might have seemed like a reasonable amount of power--perhaps not even plenty enough--to wreak this level of havoc, but... 'For someone to deal the same level of damage as what would require sixty percent...
"It would probably take about fifty to sixty percent of my stockpile...
"'That's an awful lot!
'To others, sixty percent might have seemed like a reasonable amount of power--perhaps not even plenty enough--to wreak this level of havoc, but...
'Neron has the highest pool of Mana I've ever seen!
It far exceeds anything in the level of common sense.
'For someone to deal the same level of damage as what would require sixty percent...
I was honestly frightened.
"Of course, that's because the process is complicated.
If it's just blowing stuff into buts, then it shouldn't take that long.
The problem is...
" Neron gazed all around him.
"...
This place seemed to have been blown to bits, so it's most likely the work of an explosion.
"But, an explosion that could get rid of the Souls and Bodies of the target--especially on this scale--had to take a vast amount of energy.
"The device you built, Jared...
I checked the specs.
It could have been capable of something like this, right?
""Ah, yes.
"I made sure not to use that function, though.
It would have been a waste to let all the Demon souls perish, rather than just absorbing them.
"But, that's only because of The Sun Arcana.
That's why I think it has to be the work of one.
""Not necessarily.
Arcanas didn't come from the gods, you know?
They were made by people.
If people made them, it also goes without saying that they are capable of performing something to that effect.
"Neron's reply shook me, but I had to admit that he was correct.
"We shouldn't make any assumptions.
That'll only cause us to arrive at the wrong conclusions.
I understand that you're agitated and shaken currently, Jared.
I'll be your voice of reason here.
""T-thanks...
"Neron closed his eyes and inhaled, taking in the atmosphere--or probably extending his sensory function.
"There's a survivor.
""What?
" His sudden voice shocked me.
"Over there.
There's a survivor.
" Neron pointed in a particular direction.
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