HP: god of potions

A/N i got a big suprise tomorrow

Chapter 112

Gray didn't reply. Instead, he pointed the wand forward, and the air around him vibrated with an almost unbearable tension. He whispered a wordless incantation, and from the wand's tip burst a storm of crystalline shards, each one glinting with arcane energy. The shards shot toward Viridian in a spiraling barrage, each shard trailing glowing runes that pulsed with deadly intent.

Viridian's hand swept upward, summoning a wave of molten rock that rose from the ground like a living shield. The shards struck the molten surface, each impact causing brilliant explosions of multicolored light. Despite his defenses, Viridian stumbled slightly as Gray's assault grew fiercer.

"Not bad," Viridian said, his voice strained as the molten shield crumbled under the relentless assault. He leapt backward, landing gracefully on a jagged outcrop, his eyes blazing with frustration. "But you'll have to do better than that to corner me." "Oh, I'm just getting started," Gray replied with a smirk. He raised the wand high, and it responded to his will, extending seamlessly into a staff. With a swift motion, Gray brought the staff down, and a massive glyph erupted beneath Viridian's feet, glowing with a deep, menacing purple. From the glyph, tendrils of raw arcane energy shot upward, each one snapping at Viridian like a hungry beast. They moved with an unnatural speed, twisting and darting as though alive.

Viridian reacted quickly, summoning a vortex of wind that lifted him into the air just as the tendrils closed around where he had been. "Clever," he admitted, his voice carrying over the roaring winds. "But you're underestimating me!" With a flick of his wrist, the wind coalesced into a spiraling spear of air that screamed toward Gray, tearing through the remnants of the battlefield like a blade through cloth.

Gray didn't flinch. He held the wand steady and conjured a shield of shimmering energy in the spear's path. The shield held firm as the spear collided, the impact sending waves of force rippling outward. Gray retaliated immediately, twirling the wand to release a crescent-shaped wave of arcane energy. The wave cleaved through the air, its edges crackling with sparks that ignited everything in its path. Viridian dodged, but the sheer force of the wave sent him tumbling through the air before he regained his balance.

"You're pushing me, Gray," Viridian growled as he landed, a flicker of something almost like admiration in his eyes. "But this barrier of yours? It's not going to last much longer." Gray glanced at the barrier out of the corner of his eye. The translucent dome that shielded the world from their destructive magic now shimmered weakly, cracks spiderwebbing across its surface. He could feel its strain, the way it fought to hold back the apocalyptic energies unleashed within it. Still, he smiled, his confidence unshaken. "Then we better wrap this up before it does."

With that, Gray surged forward, his wand blazing with power. He unleashed a volley of spells in rapid succession—a fiery serpent that writhed through the air, a cascade of glacial spikes that materialized out of nothingness, and a piercing beam of light so intense it seemed to slice through the very fabric of reality. Each spell struck with the force of a natural disaster, sending shockwaves that tore apart the ground and filled the air with deafening roars.

Viridian was forced onto the defensive, his usual composure beginning to fray. He summoned walls of water to extinguish the flames, shattered the glacial spikes with bursts of earth, and deflected the beam with a shimmering shield of pure energy. Yet for every counter, Gray was already casting the next spell, his movements fluid and relentless.

The two mages traded blow for blow, but it was clear that Gray was gaining the upper hand. With every strike, Viridian was pushed further back, his footing becoming less sure. The environment reflected their clash—what little remained of the landscape was torn apart further, jagged fissures carving deep into the earth, the sky above swirling with unnatural storms.

Finally, Gray pointed his wand skyward, the tip glowing with an ominous light. Gray brought the wand down in a sweeping arc, and the sky answered. A massive column of arcane fire descended, engulfing Viridian in a maelstrom of blinding light and searing heat. The ground buckled under the force, splitting apart as a deafening roar filled the air.

As the flames subsided, Viridian stood at the center, his clothes singed and his breathing heavy, but his determination unbroken. "You… really are something, Gray," he admitted, his voice quieter now but no less fierce. "But this fight isn't over yet." Gray lowered his wand slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "Good. I wouldn't want it to be too easy." And with that, 

The air grew heavy as Viridian's expression darkened. He lowered his hands, the elemental forces around him dissipating like a snuffed candle. He regarded Gray with an eerie calm, his eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity. "Enough of this elemental nonsense. Let's see how you fare against something far more... personal," he said, his voice echoing unnaturally as he raised both arms.

The ground beneath them cracked open, shadows pouring out like a rising tide. From the darkness emerged skeletal warriors, their bones charred black and their eye sockets glowing with crimson fire. Ghostly figures followed, ethereal and wailing, their translucent forms shimmering with faintly glowing runes. These were not simple undead—these were the souls of long-dead sorcerers, warriors, and kings, their power intact and their allegiance sworn to Viridian.

"Rise, my legions!" Viridian's voice boomed as the skeletal army surged forward, their weapons clanging against the shattered earth. The spirits hovered above them, casting spells and unleashing waves of energy that turned the battlefield into a swirling storm of death and chaos.

Gray narrowed his eyes, his wand held firm. "You're really digging deep, aren't you?" he muttered, sidestepping as a ghostly blade cleaved through the air where he had stood. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a wave of arcane light that shattered the nearest skeletons into shards of bone. A second motion sent a crackling bolt of energy into the ghosts, dispersing several of them with a sound like shattering glass.

But Viridian wasn't done. With a sharp gesture, he clenched his fist, and a crimson glow enveloped the battlefield. The skeletal army doubled in size as the bones of the fallen rose to join the fray. The ghosts became more aggressive, their attacks coordinated and relentless. Viridian grinned wickedly. "You think you can outlast me, Gray? Every strike you make only fuels my army. Let's see how long you can keep up!"

Gray spun his wand, conjuring a dome of shimmering light that deflected the onslaught. He shifted into a more aggressive stance, retaliating with precision. Each strike from his wand sent waves of energy that cleaved through dozens of undead at a time, but no matter how many he destroyed, more rose to replace them.

Viridian's voice cut through the chaos. "Bloodbound Magic!" He extended his hands, and the air seemed to ripple as if reality itself were bending to his will. Gray felt a sudden pull within him, a tugging at the core of his being. It was as though Viridian were reaching into his veins, trying to seize control of his very essence.

But then, nothing happened. Gray blinked, unaffected, while Viridian's expression shifted from confidence to confusion. He tried again, this time with greater intensity. His magic surged, crimson tendrils extending toward Gray, but they fizzled out before they could touch him. "What...?" Viridian muttered, his brow furrowing. "Why can't I...?"

Gray tilted his head slightly, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You're trying to control my blood?" he asked, his tone light, almost amused. Viridian's frustration boiled over. "Why doesn't it work? You—you're not human, are you?" Gray's mind flashed back to the Sage Potion he had consumed, the moment when he had rebuilt his body from his very magic core. He chuckled softly, the sound almost lost amidst the chaos. "I guess not," he replied, his voice calm but laced with an edge of menace. "That trick won't work on me, Viridian. You'll have to do better."