I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

It felt like the Sun's ambient rays had been cut off from the Arena, resulting in a cold, somber darkness. A wind so strong had shaken the Arena to its very foundations, spreading throughout, accompanied by a mournful wail that echoed in an eerie hue.

The darkness consumed Jane and the wind brushed him like a twig but yet he stood firm, resolute and steadfast in his determination.

His stigmas only shone within that darkness as golden iridescent tongues of aura exuded him like flames.

His eyes shone golden within that darkness as he caught sight of his target.

He charged forward, the wind whistling in his ears, pushing him back like the pull of gravity but that wasn't enough to stop the powers of the gods though. Well, 40% of it at least.

He clapped his hands together, a red glow erupting from the air, turning into a tongue of fire.

He drew his hands apart, causing that fire to grow and glow, blazing with furious might. It caused the ground around him to melt like butter and the strength of the wind was not enough to quench those flames.

These were the flames of the Sun god after all. He widened his palms,fire spreading wildly and glowing brightly, like an artificial sun within that thick wind. The heat had suffused through the atmosphere, causing untold pressure within everything in sight.

Including living things, Darell especially.

He would be a fool to have not noticed the intensity of the flames. The heat had already begun to make a mess of his skin and the wind he had called upon to protect him was not functioning as it should.

He clicked his tongue, summoned Ignis and took to the skies while the fire continued to grow.

Jane's gaze was like a creature sent from light to banish the darkness. It was stern and warm, a golden timbre hiding beneath it.

The blazing fire had grown to a satisfactory size. It was at least the size of a bungalow, glowing with intense radiance and blazing with intense might.

"Solar Fury".

The flames suddenly shook and then erupted, causing a mighty explosion of flames that melted the ground and dispersed the wind.

It quickly spread due the wind and collapsed onto the walls of the Arena.

The Spectators had retreated backwards just in time, horror etched on their faces as the stands melted before their eyes.

The wind disappeared and the sun's rays found its way to Jane, illuminating his hair as he looked upwards from a deep charred crater that encompassed the whole Arena.

It was now a twisted, molten surface, brimming with a terrifying warmth.

"you ran ?" He asked, chuckling a little.

Darell stared at him from above, his brows furrowed in deep contemplation.

"You…are a monster yourself". His sigh was deep, as he rested on the surface of his flying wyvern, thoughts racing through his mind.

It was time, time to decide the winner once and for all.

He stood up straight, held his hand forward and his spear appeared again but this time, it was filled with lightning.

It crackled and ravaged the staff, distorting the atmosphere as he shot it down.

"Lightning Cannon"

Lightning sparks emitted from the sides as it projected towards Jane with great speed.

Jane smirked, floating into the air and widening his arms apart.

"Rising flames".

Two walls of golden-red flames erupted from his sides like a fountain as he waved his hands towards Darell causing the walls of flames to shoot out, clashing with the lightning spear and burning it to the ground as it blazed higher towards the dragon.

'How can his fire burn down lightning ?'. Darell thought, guiding his wyvern as the flames missed him by a long shot.

His wyvern swooped down towards Jane, its mouth agape as it shot out fireballs at him.

Jane protected his hands with golden flames and deflected them with a flick of his wrist. He charged towards Darell, flames thrusting out of his elbows and feet like a jet-pack.

They flew around in the Sky within the Arena, shooting out projectiles that whizzed by due to their ability to steer in mid-air until Jane grabbed the wyvern by its tail and pulled it backwards.

The wyvern cried out as it was pulled upwards into the sky, causing Darell to lose balance as he tumbled off his wyvern, into the sky.

He cursed under his breath, dismissing his wyvern for fear of Jane harming it and summoned another spirit, landing on top of it. "take me down, Arien". The bird screeched in response as it dove, Jane flying after him with a ball of fire growing on his right palm.

"You don't seem to want to slow down, Master Jane" He exclaimed without turning behind. He didn't need his eyes to locate him, his presence had become unmistakable since a while ago. Continue reading at empire

"I thought we were done with the small talk". The fire had grown enormous, the size of a small house as he shot it down at the descending bird.

The bird flew faster. The flinging of its wings increased as it reached the ground and sharply made a turn to its left, dodging the ball of fire.

Darell jumped down, dismissing the bird. He opened up his grimoire, simultaneously. "Spirit Elf Magic: Chapter 32– Wild flowers".

His mana surged within him as the ground trembled and shook.

Jane landed when a massive tree vine burst out from the ground, wrapping itself around him and enclosing him within its gargantuan size.

He clicked his tongue, unleashing a blast of flames from his body that burned it down.

Another shot out towards him and he dodged to his left when another shot out.

The vines multiplied and grew, bursting out from the ground and filling the Arena with a green scenery.

Jane leaped high into the air and dodged, climbing onto a vine as another attempted to grab him from behind. He erupted his flames around, burning down the vines that had come too close for comfort.

He dodged another, plummeting quickly towards the ground and landed on another incoming vine.

He burned through it and dropped down when he noticed a blur by his side.

"Spirit Elf Magic: Chapter 60– Sound Asunder".

The air shattered as a deafening, hollow screech ripped through the atmosphere in a maddening, sickening murderous cry. It grew louder and more intense within a second causing the Patriarch's hair to stand on end and the Spectators to cover their ears in agony.

Then what of Jane ? The sound had occured right before his eyes and it caused a deep disorientation within his very being. He cried out in pain, furrowing out his brow and clenching his teeth.

"Spirit Elf Magic, Chapter 17 : War Hammer".

A blinding light suddenly took his sight within a second and in the next, a gate opened in the sky above him.

Two massive hands with six fingers, large enough to block the sun's rays and cast a shadow on the surface of half the Arena emerged, a massive silver hammer held firmly between their hands.

It swung it across the air, causing a distortion to the atmosphere as it slammed Jane into the ground.

A loud sonic explosion occurred on impact and a furious groan and snapping of bone echoed within the Arena as Jane's body formed a crater within the crater.

Darell, floating in the air, possessed silver wings that kept him in flight. His hands placed gently on the opened Grimoire.

He heaved terribly, his chest raising and falling wildly as he stared at the spot Jane had crashed into, a glimmer of false hope brewing in his heart.

The grimoire was taking a toll on his mana, and he had used far more spells than he had intended to. 'At this rate…I'll exhaust myself to death'. He chuckled at the thought when he noticed a sharp golden aura through the dust that swirled in the air.

"How annoying". He cried out in annoyance when the figure flew out of the crater, charging with great speed towards Darell.

He cursed, flapped his wings and dodged the incoming seemingly, mindless attack, turning around slowly.

Jane spun his body in the air, floating upside down, his frenzied gaze fixed on Darell as he punched the air.

The air suddenly rippled with distortion and a thrust of wind was projected towards Darell simultaneously.

Darell's gaze flickered and he raised a brow in confusion when he felt a sudden tremendous pain to the left side of his abdomen and a blast of forceful air, blowing his armor into shards of metal

His eyes widened due to the shock of the pain and the attack and he quickly maneuvered his body, ignoring it as he dodged the multiple incoming more to come.

"How the fuck are you punching the air at me ?!" He cried out in frustration, clutching his side as blood streamed from the gash.

The thrust of warped air continued to assault him, causing devastating damages to the ground and the walls of the Arena as he dodged them all.

He was smart enough to know what kind of power those little thrust of air packed and he wasn't about to experience it again.

"Spirit Elf Magic: Chapter 11– The Call Of Lightning".

Minute Dark clouds appeared out of thin air, their tendrils stretching like ghostly fingers to devour the air. It sucked in the light of the sun like an abyss as it grew into enormous proportions, filling the Arena with a melancholic hue.

As it casted dark shades throughout the Arena, rumbling thunder shook within it Lightning streaming through it like a fearsome dragon.