Born in Another World With Two E Rank Skills!?

The sky darkened into shades of lavender and crimson as the massive winged creature soared across the clouds, its pale feathers glinting in the fading sun. The wind roared around them, and Kael sat nestled next to Mira and her mother, fingers clutched to the saddle's edges.

Despite the power of their mount, the journey to Wrenvale would take a couple of days.

"We know his goal," Kael said, adjusting his coat against the cold. "Maledir is corrupting ley lines. Wrenvale sits dangerously close to one."

Corin nodded grimly. "If he's there, we hit him fast. Don't give him time to unleash anything."

"I've never faced anything like him," Lyra said. "But if we stay sharp, we'll hold."

"Since we have time," Dalen said, adjusting his coat as he turned toward Kael, "I think you're ready to push your Omni-vision further."

Kael sat up straighter. "You mean…"

"Yes. With focus, you can use Omni-vision to mimic certain magical skills. You must observe carefully, see how magic behaves during the cast. Understand it. Then have your magic imitate it."

Kael's eyes widened. "And that's possible?"

"For someone unbound? Yes. Though not easy."

So, Kael began to train.

He started with Dalen's Pyrokinesis. Watching the fire dance across the headmaster's fingers through Omni-vision was like staring into a prism of twisting color and intent. He struggled to reproduce the same motion with his own magic, having to constantly toggle Omni-vision just to understand how to reshape the arcane threads.

It was exhausting. But by the end of the day, he managed to produce a flickering burst of flame from his palm.

On the second day, he imitated Dalen's Starburst and Corin's sword techniques—replicating the slicing force through magic and projection. Phantom Arrow eluded him, however. It was too closely tied to a physical object: a bow he did not possess.

Mira watched all this with quiet admiration. "You're a fast learner," she said.

He chuckled. "More like stubborn."

By the time the hills of Wrenvale crept into view, morning light already pushed at the horizon. Their mount circled once, then descended toward the center of the now mostly empty village.

Balen stood waiting.

Kael immediately noticed something strange in the way Balen approached Dalen.

The two men exchanged long looks.

"It's been a while," Balen said, his voice level but thick with unspoken history.

Dalen nodded. "Too long."

"You left," Balen said. "Didn't even say goodbye."

"I had to follow my own path."

There was tension—but also something warmer under it.

"I figured if you ever came back, it'd be for a funeral," Balen added. Then he exhaled and clasped his brother's arm. "I'm glad you're here."

Dalen met his grip firmly. "So am I."

Balen turned to the rest of the group. "I've already sent the villagers away. If anything happens… I don't want them hurt."

As night fell, a hush settled over Wrenvale.

But in the darkness, echoing through the trees, came the chilling howls of shadow beasts.

They were drawing closer.

At most, they had until morning.