Physics The Greatest Magic

Inside of a small and dark shop, the young silver haired elf could be seen seated on a table, opposite to a young dark haired women with a red gem on her forehead. 

A crystal ball stood on the table in between them. 

The young dark haired women began moving her hand over the crystal, in the motion of a circle.

The little magic lamp in the room began to lighten up and then dim itself down, repeatedly. Wind began gathering and flowing around the room. A cold sweat could be seen forming on the dark haired womans face.

Her mouth then opened and she began to speak.

"Ah… Yes… I see it… A young man… Long Dark Hair, eyes darker and more hollow than the abyss… He seems to be heading somewhere… Alone…? No, I see another… I hear a name… Di- Diabla? A-And another name…"

*Crack* *Crack*

Cracks began forming on the crystal ball as a dark mist could be seen forming inside of it.

"T-The wandering… Devil-"

*Shatter!*

The crystal ball shattered into tiny pieces, letting out a dark mist.

"Seal!" The dark haired woman shouted

Highlighted runes began glowing on top of the table, before the mist dispersed. 

Serena hadn't said a single word throughout the whole process. She was speechless and didn't want to disturb the young woman's concentration. 

At first she had thought it was another scam or fake psychic. But this girl's powers… They were the real deal. Although it was faint and was just for a moment, just a single moment, she had definitely felt John's presence and something else.

"It's over…" Muttered the psychic as she let out heavy pants.

Blood could be seen flowing down the corner of her lips.

"Thank you." Said Serena as she placed her hand over the Psychic's shoulder. A golden flame passed through the edge of Serena's hand over to the Psychic before enveloping her whole body.

"Hm… This is…"

"Yeah… Sacred Flames, it's good for the body and provides top-notch healing."

"No, I know what it is, I just didn't notice you had it." 

"Yeah, that's pretty much the point." Replied Serena 

"… Thank you…" 

"No, Thank you… If it wasn't for you, I'd have really ended up believing that, that idiot was dead…" Muttered Serena

The psychic looked up at Serena's face and noticed tears swelling up in her eyes. 

"I see… I'm glad I was able to help… I won't ask you what sort of relationship you have with this person, but I must urge you, if you plan on going after whoever this is, be careful. He's… Dangerous, not of this world… And there's something even more dangerous hidden inside of him…" She muttered

Serena wiped away her tears and with a smile said.

"Yep, that's John alright. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." Said Serena

The Psychic doubted Serena's words in the beginning, but after looking at the determination in her eyes, she had gained faith. She didn't speak through arrogance but a genuine believe in her abilities.

"Is that so…"

"Mhm, so, I'm guessing I'll have to go to Diabla? The continent? I heard you mention it." Said Serena

"Yeah… That's right. That way, I'm sure you'll find him." Said the Psychic. "He somehow noticed me peeking after all…" She added

"I see… As expected of John…"

The psychic was speechless when she noticed Serena's change in both expression and attitude. When she first walked into the room, all she could feel was a deep sadness coming from her, and yet now… Her air had completely changed.

'It's more lively, just what does it mean to her?' 

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John and Hexo were sitting beside each other on the floating platform heading north east at around 90 Miles per hour. 

No words were being exchanged in the beginning as they were just trying to appreciate the fresh breathe and the natural environment.

They were approaching another village, but planned on passing it without making a stop as they had done for the previous city they had reached.

Behind them was Shera and Satire talking to each other, they seemed pretty excited for the trip, or at least Satire did. Satire was probably the only one who could tell what Shera was thinking.

"Hey, boss. Remember that girl who was with you in the village? The blue grayish hair girl?"

John nodded.

"Did you sort things out with her? Did she not want to come on this trip?" Hexo asked

Upon hearing this, John hung his head and with a slight smile said.

"No, There's someone that needs her more." 

A smile was formed on Hexo's face as he 

"Then who? Before you said you were guilty, so unless that there's someone that can control you…" Hexo muttered

"There was…"

When he heard those words, his eyes widened.

'Oi… You're kidding me, right? You're telling me that there's someone that can control you? What kind of monster is he?' Hexo wondered

"Was… So that means he doesn't control you anymore right?" Hexo asked nervously

John gave a nod, and Hexo let out a sigh of relief, until it was stopped half-way, nearly choking him as John said. "For now."

"H-He won't try to kill us, right?" Hexo asked

John turned towards Hexo, and remained silent. Hexo on the other hand, could hear his heart beating out of his own heart beating out of his chest.

In that moment, he let out another sigh. 

"Guess I'll just beat him out of you, if he comes back." Said Hexo as he slammed his fists together.

"Yeah, thank you." Replied John

John didn't doubt Hexo's abilities. He knew there was still a lot left to be shown. In fact, he genuinely believed Hexo had much more potential than the dragon they had taken out. 

Occasionally, a strange aura would radiate out of Hexo. It would happen whenever his emotions fluctuate or become unstable. An example of that would be

'Anger.' John thought to himself.

***

"John, on your right!" Shouted Satire

The wolf leapt through the trees, lunging itself at John. Since the hunting had begun, John had stood completely still.

The reason? Simple, to make himself a target.

"AAAWOOOOOO!" The wolf howled

It's fangs stood proud as they were about to pierce into the neck of the young man ahead of them. However, the moment they stepped within a one meter radius.

*Slash*

They went right past John. One went through the left, while the other went through the right. However, it was no longer in one whole shape. It had been cut cleanly, right down the middle. 

You could see it's severed organs as it's corpse laid dead on the floor.

While this happened, the others also finished their fight. Hexo slammed a fist into it's jaw before grabbing it's wide open mouth and tearing it open. It was a brutal sight.

Shera, didn't use her poison as they were planning on eating it. Instead, she decapitated it in a single leap. 

Satire took out the remaining four in one single spell.

Fire, water, earth, and air lances were all formed above her, each aimed at a specific wolf. 

The moment the first wolf lunged, it was pierced right in the middle of it's head. Excellent precision and aim.

The wolf following after that, and the one after that all suffered the same fate. One hit kill.

"Is that all?" Hexo asked

"No." Satire and John simultaneously replied

The two then turned their head towards the trees behind them. They had left the snowy biome, so it wasn't unusual to start seeing some more monsters. 

However, they hadn't quite expected this.

A Large white tiger with stripes running down all over it's body. Tiger was used, but at the same time, John couldn't help but think of it as a panther from the way it sneaked around them.

Whatever it was, It wasn't a regular beast, that was for sure.

It remained hidden amongst the trees, but John could see it clearly. 

"Hey, John. Do we fight-"

Satire didn't bother to finish the question after giving a quick glance in his direction. He was no longer there. 

'Where'd he…'

She then noticed him heading straight to the trees, in the direction of the dangerous presence. He was carrying one of the dead wolf corpses.

He then stopped right in front of the trees in it's direction, before placing it down. 

Hexo, somewhat understanding what was happening thanks to his sense, gave John a thumbs up, while Shera and Satire both remained clueless.

The tiger went out from it's hiding and walked out of the trees. 

Satire's eyes widened when she saw it. It was big, over three times the size of John. It could probably swallow him whole in one bite.

Shera readied her daggers in case of confrontation, but Satire reassured her that it would be better to wait and watch.

John and the tiger panther stared at each other for what felt like hours, before it eventually took the corpse in front of him and left.

"Let's go." Said John after appearing beside another corpse and picking it up. He froze off the wound so that the blood wouldn't get on him.

"What was that? Am I hallucinating?" Satire asked