Rolanov
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As the title said, in my story, the MC using specific technique called Voidmeister. Basically this technique focused on Channeling and Absorbing based on the stance, it doesn't require Mana or Aura to be executed. Since the MC is practically cannot cast magic nor wielding aura.
But, I got hard time to explain this as narrative. If you have time, please read the narrative below. Is the concept clear enough? Or still too abstract?
But, I got hard time to explain this as narrative. If you have time, please read the narrative below. Is the concept clear enough? Or still too abstract?
"The Voidmeister discipline does not rely on mana. Nor does it use aura," he stated, crossing his massive arms. "It requires pure technique, and perfect channeling."
I frowned, dusting off my boots. "Channeling?"
He smirked. "Tell me. How do mana and aura fundamentally function?"
"Mana is ambient energy. A mage pulls it from the environment and processes it through their core," I recited. "Aura is internal. It's life energy that a warrior naturally produces and pushes outward through their core."
"Correct. And what do you know about the Voidmeister technique?"
"I’m not entirely sure..." I scratched my jaw, thinking back to the mechanics of the stance. "It has something to do with leverage and weight distribution?"
He chuckled. "From a purely technical standpoint, you are very close. But what about the essential philosophy of the power?"
"It absorbs energy? And it relies on 'channeling'?" I sighed, closing my eyes in frustration. "I don’t know, Zerav. Nobody ever taught me the theory."
"True. You only learned by mimicking the physical shapes of my stances, didn't you?"
I looked at him. The harsh, militant glare had softened slightly.
"Let me explain," he said quietly, "with a simple demonstration."
Zerav raised his index finger, casually tracing a glowing rune in the empty air. A split second later, a condensed sphere of violently swirling black wind hovered in front of his chest.
"Watch closely," he ordered. "Watch how the energy actually moves."
He dropped his weight into his combat stance. The moment he raised his open left palm, the wind orb was sucked into his hand like a vacuum. My eyes tracked the flow of the magic that glow from his body. The concentrated energy traveled rapidly down his arm, pooling and hovering directly inside his center core.
Then, he moved. He raised his right leg, violently shifting his entire body weight to pivot. The sphere of dark energy instantly drained from his core, flowing down his heavy thigh and pooling into his boot.
BAM!! CRACK!!
My eyes went wide. The physical space directly beneath his boot violently cracked. But unlike the massive, widespread shatter from before, this fracture was pitch-black, incredibly narrow, and hyper-focused. With a sharp, grinding twist of his heel, he shattered the localized space into dust.
"Do you understand the mechanics now?" he asked, glancing back at me.
"Are you actually absorbing the atmosphere and controlling it?" I frowned, piecing the logic together. "Is that why I felt suffocated and crushed by atmospheric pressure when I was trapped inside your spatial crush?"
He smirked. "Almost correct. But pay attention to the scale. As you just saw, when I focused on absorbing my own wind orb, the spatial fracture was narrow and tightly controlled."
He turned to face me fully, crossing his massive arms. "That orb was my own Condensed Mana. My attacks against you, however, was fueled by the environment itself. Raw, natural energy is infinitely more volatile, heavy, and powerful than standard condensed mana."
I shook my head, my frown deepening. "But when I mirrored your stance a minute ago… I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel any energy absorbing into my body."
"That is because a Voidmeister does not 'absorb' energy to keep it. We simply channel it," he explained, slowly pacing across the pulverized grass. " Every specific Voidmeister stance serves a different purpose. Take your usual stance, for example. Your balance is weighted perfectly in the center. So, when you open your left palm to catch an attack, you absorb the enemy's condensed mana directly into your core, compress it, and launch it right back out. That kinetic compression is why the output is multiplied."
He stopped pacing and tapped his heavy thigh. "But when you radically shift your balance—like dropping your weight entirely into one of your leg—your core acts as a frictionless bypass tunnel. It channels the energy without attempting to process or compress it, instantly dumping the raw kinetic power directly into your physical strike."
He looked toward me. "As for why you didn't feel the flow of natural energy inside your body, it is simply because your energy tunnel was already open. You have been capable of executing the Voidmeister stance since you were a child. That is why, the moment you mirrored my stance correctly, your body executed the Spatial Crush naturally."
I crossed my arms, thinking it through. "Wait. If natural energy is so much stronger than mana, why not just stay in the center stance? If I absorbed natural energy and compressed it in my core, the damage output would be massive."
Zerav stopped. He looked at me for a long moment. "I heard you already tried to absorb a dragon’s fire, didn't you? Tell me... what were the physical consequences?"
I froze. A phantom ache throbbed deep in my body. "It ruined me. It melted my skin and tore my muscles apart from the inside out."
He offered a grim, knowing smile. "Dragons do not use mana to cast their breath, Rammy. They expel pure natural energy: raw primordial fire. That is why the physical toll on your body was so catastrophic. You stayed in your center stance. You accidentally tried to process and compress raw natural energy inside your core instead of just channeling it out."
I frowned, dusting off my boots. "Channeling?"
He smirked. "Tell me. How do mana and aura fundamentally function?"
"Mana is ambient energy. A mage pulls it from the environment and processes it through their core," I recited. "Aura is internal. It's life energy that a warrior naturally produces and pushes outward through their core."
"Correct. And what do you know about the Voidmeister technique?"
"I’m not entirely sure..." I scratched my jaw, thinking back to the mechanics of the stance. "It has something to do with leverage and weight distribution?"
He chuckled. "From a purely technical standpoint, you are very close. But what about the essential philosophy of the power?"
"It absorbs energy? And it relies on 'channeling'?" I sighed, closing my eyes in frustration. "I don’t know, Zerav. Nobody ever taught me the theory."
"True. You only learned by mimicking the physical shapes of my stances, didn't you?"
I looked at him. The harsh, militant glare had softened slightly.
"Let me explain," he said quietly, "with a simple demonstration."
Zerav raised his index finger, casually tracing a glowing rune in the empty air. A split second later, a condensed sphere of violently swirling black wind hovered in front of his chest.
"Watch closely," he ordered. "Watch how the energy actually moves."
He dropped his weight into his combat stance. The moment he raised his open left palm, the wind orb was sucked into his hand like a vacuum. My eyes tracked the flow of the magic that glow from his body. The concentrated energy traveled rapidly down his arm, pooling and hovering directly inside his center core.
Then, he moved. He raised his right leg, violently shifting his entire body weight to pivot. The sphere of dark energy instantly drained from his core, flowing down his heavy thigh and pooling into his boot.
BAM!! CRACK!!
My eyes went wide. The physical space directly beneath his boot violently cracked. But unlike the massive, widespread shatter from before, this fracture was pitch-black, incredibly narrow, and hyper-focused. With a sharp, grinding twist of his heel, he shattered the localized space into dust.
"Do you understand the mechanics now?" he asked, glancing back at me.
"Are you actually absorbing the atmosphere and controlling it?" I frowned, piecing the logic together. "Is that why I felt suffocated and crushed by atmospheric pressure when I was trapped inside your spatial crush?"
He smirked. "Almost correct. But pay attention to the scale. As you just saw, when I focused on absorbing my own wind orb, the spatial fracture was narrow and tightly controlled."
He turned to face me fully, crossing his massive arms. "That orb was my own Condensed Mana. My attacks against you, however, was fueled by the environment itself. Raw, natural energy is infinitely more volatile, heavy, and powerful than standard condensed mana."
I shook my head, my frown deepening. "But when I mirrored your stance a minute ago… I didn't feel anything. I didn't feel any energy absorbing into my body."
"That is because a Voidmeister does not 'absorb' energy to keep it. We simply channel it," he explained, slowly pacing across the pulverized grass. " Every specific Voidmeister stance serves a different purpose. Take your usual stance, for example. Your balance is weighted perfectly in the center. So, when you open your left palm to catch an attack, you absorb the enemy's condensed mana directly into your core, compress it, and launch it right back out. That kinetic compression is why the output is multiplied."
He stopped pacing and tapped his heavy thigh. "But when you radically shift your balance—like dropping your weight entirely into one of your leg—your core acts as a frictionless bypass tunnel. It channels the energy without attempting to process or compress it, instantly dumping the raw kinetic power directly into your physical strike."
He looked toward me. "As for why you didn't feel the flow of natural energy inside your body, it is simply because your energy tunnel was already open. You have been capable of executing the Voidmeister stance since you were a child. That is why, the moment you mirrored my stance correctly, your body executed the Spatial Crush naturally."
I crossed my arms, thinking it through. "Wait. If natural energy is so much stronger than mana, why not just stay in the center stance? If I absorbed natural energy and compressed it in my core, the damage output would be massive."
Zerav stopped. He looked at me for a long moment. "I heard you already tried to absorb a dragon’s fire, didn't you? Tell me... what were the physical consequences?"
I froze. A phantom ache throbbed deep in my body. "It ruined me. It melted my skin and tore my muscles apart from the inside out."
He offered a grim, knowing smile. "Dragons do not use mana to cast their breath, Rammy. They expel pure natural energy: raw primordial fire. That is why the physical toll on your body was so catastrophic. You stayed in your center stance. You accidentally tried to process and compress raw natural energy inside your core instead of just channeling it out."