Chapter 72
Ancient Saiti language is a very precise language, unlike the various languages that have evolved today with their pronunciation dialects, semantic dialects, simplifications, and changes. It hasn't had the chance to undergo these changes and has been fixed for a specific purpose. With almost no exceptions, this has simplified Sylas's work quite a bit.
"Large enough for a powerful water lord to pass through," the modifiers and qualifiers in this sentence are also in standard usage. Referring to the reasons mentioned in the previous point, along with the testimony of the "Book of Elements, Scroll of Water," this sentence also lacks evidence. However, from a grammatical standpoint, it is also flawless.
"My magic delves deep into the depths of the Endless Water Realm," the book "Magic, Spell Intensity, and Syphoning Phenomenon" provides corroborating evidence. It points out that a mage must control their own magic to enter the depths of the Endless Water Realm in order to find the water lord that only exists here. Additionally, similar corroborating evidence is provided in the fantasy novels written by Sashara. Furthermore, the structure of summoning covenant spells indicates the need for a similar conditional clause to be placed here.
In that case, there is no other choice.
At this moment, I solemnly request," from "Intensity and Severity: The Impact of Adverbial Expressions on Spell Intensity.
A water lord of equal power to me," from "Magic, Spell Intensity, and Syphoning Phenomenon.
"Become my servant, obey my commands," from a firsthand experience of a fire lord chef, and from a syntactic perspective, this sentence is a necessary conditional clause.
The last two sentences are from Xerath's paper, there won't be any problems, otherwise her paper will be pointed out as wrong.
"I've been washing dishes for five years, teacher, I know exactly how to control this water, and with my spell, I'm sure I can predict all the outcomes."
"What if I can't regret? You're turning thirteen soon, and I have to teach you a simple but difficult lesson: taking responsibility for your words and actions."
Sylas frowned slightly but looked at Xerath firmly, "I'm still certain. I'm certain that I'm right."
Xerath giggled softly, her eyes curved up, all the previous contempt and provocation suddenly softened, scattering into bright silver fireworks.
"Then let's give it a try."
Sylas's uncertainty made her heart pound, feeling like the test wasn't over yet. Xerath stood up, and Sylas could only follow her queen with a blank gaze.
Xerath walked straight towards the door, then halfway turned back and raised her chin, "My little wild beast, what are you standing there for? You're not seriously thinking of using an unverified large water elemental spell in my precious library, are you?"
"Oh... oh!" Sylas suddenly ran after her, chasing her from behind.
The only real wild beast in the house seemed to smell an unusual scent, and it scurried out of the living room onto the resting platform on the stairs, poking out half of a cushion and looking down.
Xerath actually waved at it and said, "Come here, cutie pie, come be a witness."
The stool stumbled and clumsily ran down. Xerath's footsteps didn't stop, and her rhythm didn't change. She walked with light steps, and the crisp sound of her leather shoes echoed in the staircase.
A glowing light overflowed from her fingertips. As she walked, she tore a crack in the void, and a large amount of blue water gushed out, unexpectedly forming complex shapes. Hyectra floated and bowed to the archmage, then joined the shrinking line.
The archmage walked with agile and light steps, and the fawning wind element opened the door to the bottom floor of the mage tower for her. The outside wind flowed in through the porch. Today's environment was stable, with a clear blue sky without any sand screens, appearing purplish-blue when staring at it.
Xerath walked into the sandy area, turned around with open arms, and squinted at Sylas, shouting, "Come out, right here!"
Sylas followed her and Xerath whispered in her ear, "Go ahead, just remember that all the elements in this world will obey me and won't harm you."
Sylas glanced at her gratefully. Xerath had already returned to the porch, standing in the shadow of the tower. The wind pressed against her thin clothes, making her look even slimmer.
With a reluctant gaze, Sylas took a deep breath and released it, closed her eyes, and recited the spell word by word, honestly and sincerely.
The pronunciation of ancient Saiti language was precise and magnificent. It was an ancient language similar to Elven language, which was spoken by a race known for their long lifespan and lack of concern for wasting time. From Xerath's perspective, Sylas's appearance and temperament, along with her knowledge of ancient Saiti language, resembled the classical beauty preferred by wizards - a "classical Saiti lady": black hair, green eyes, symbolizing wisdom.
She was quite suitable for using this classical language. Just by looking at this scene, there was a kind of moving classical beauty.
Golden light overflowed from her fingertips, only to be quickly absorbed by something unknown. A crack of elements was opened, different from before when Sylas always made water overflow uncontrollably. This time, the crack of elements grew larger and larger, but it seemed that something was blocking its path, preventing these lively elements from reaching the mortal realm.
Due to the immense pressure at the interface, water struggled at the entrance of the cracked gap, causing an invisible film to bulge out. The side which was originally a shallow blue now turned into a faint deep blue. It seemed that light was coming from above, while darkness continuously pulled one's gaze downward. This window-like fissure seemed to be diving deeper.
Golden magic constantly dissipated from her fingertips, drawing arcs before being sucked into the depths of the rift. Xerath had never tested the extent of Sylas's magic power, but judging from her ability to continuously manipulate elements and unleash extremely powerful spells, she had a large reserve of magic power, enough to delve into the depths of the Endless Water Realm.
In Xerath's assessment, Sylas was already qualified to find her own water lord steward. Whether it was her magic level or spell intensity, she had surpassed the average apprentice long ago. However, things that are too easily obtained are often not cherished... No, actually, Xerath was just whimsical, wanting to see if she would grow into an interesting adult.
Fortunately, Sylas unraveled all her mysteries and received a gift. The happiest person present was not Sylas, who could finally "hire" her own water lord servant by solving all the puzzles.
It was Xerath.
With her arms crossed, she squinted her gray eyes slightly in the wind and sand. Her long eyelashes shielded the sand, but not Sylas from her gaze.
"Sylas..." she whispered softly, the small stool unable to withstand the wind and returning to its original shape. Upon hearing her owner speak, she perked up her large furry ears. Hyectra also leaned closer.
"She will become a great wizard. I have a strong feeling about it."
"Madam, you look very happy."
"Of course, she is my... my painstaking creation."
Suddenly, a bright light emerged from the cracks in the water-filled interface, pulsating like the movement of a fetus. Xerath and Hyectra exchanged glances, "It's coming... It's coming!"
Xerath nodded, and Hyectra approached Sylas, hearing her say, "Become my servant and obey my commands."
Xerath herself began casting spells, opening space rifts one by one. The Earth Child crawled in front of her, and she stepped onto it. Golden light emanated from her fingertips as the Earth Child gradually grew larger, transforming into a stone wall. Xerath stood atop the approximately six-foot-high city wall.
A sudden surge of icy blue radiance overflowed from the crevice, gradually converging on Sylas's body and gathering on her hands. The icy blue color burned into a bright blue, seemingly leaving burns on her raised hands.
Her expression showed a mixture of fear and wanting to retract her hands, but Xerath shouted to her, "Sylas, hold on! It might hurt a bit!"
Sylas's hands were refined in a bright light, and a tingling sensation crept up from her fingertips. It gradually formed the emblem of the water elemental, leaving an imprint in the palms of her hands. But as the light faded, the imprint vanished into the lines on her palms. Just as Sylas was about to take a closer look, a dull knocking sound came from the crack in front of her.
She looked up and saw an eye without a pupil. It jumped back solidly. She turned around, looking helpless at her teacher.
"Sylas, the final step, let it out," Xerath chin up.
Sylas lightly traced a finger in the void, causing a crack to appear on the barrier of the crack. It cracked like glass, expanding and bursting open, and a huge water flow gushed out. Sylas was startled and her hand shook, causing water to suddenly spray up into the air.
Hyectra turned into a semi-spherical water film, quickly shielding Sylas, who was still looking up at the sky in amazement. After a while, heavy rain poured down, causing ripples to appear on Hyectra's body. From the crack emerged a deep blue figure stretching and yawning. But it was immediately engulfed by the spray, along with countless droplets of water. The water splashed into the air and sprayed all over the tower, leaving semi-circular marks on the sandy ground. Some of the water sprayed onto the wind wall, only to be blown into the air and scattered.
There was so much water! Due to the presence of the wind wall, the water sprayed almost all accumulated in a small space around the tower. The sand beneath their feet seemed unable to absorb it in time, turning into a shallow pool. Sylas's shoes were about to be submerged. She looked up and saw her teacher calmly standing on the high wall, so she summoned the Earth Child and stood on its shoulders.
Hyectra cautiously huddled above her head. "Oh, this water is really dirty."
Suddenly, the wind picked up from a certain direction. Sylas squinted her eyes against the sunlight, looking up at Xerath.
Xerath's face was completely hidden in the shadow, and a gentle breeze swirled around her. With her hands raised, the entire wind wall descended, allowing the tall fountain to flow freely. The shape it landed in was transformed from a narrow circle pulled by the wind into a considerably large oval.
"Teacher...my...where is my water lord?"
