The Sorcerer Who Loved Magic But Hated Reading

Alaric and the dragon were still facing each other, both ready for the next attack. The dragon, with a growl, began to use his magic again, casting a powerful spell called Inferno's Wrath. The flames shot towards Alaric with great speed, but Alaric was quick. He barely managed to dodge the attack, feeling the heat of the fire as it passed by him.

Despite the close call, Alaric wasn't backing down. He quickly gathered all of his magical energy and cast a spell of his own. He sent a powerful blast of magic toward the dragon, hoping to end the fight. However, the dragon was strong. With a snap of his claws, the dragon reflected Alaric's magic, sending it back toward him. The Tunnel around them shook from the force of the magic, creating a loud, echoing noise that filled the air.

Meanwhile, Claire was still busy healing Elyas, who had been injured in the battle. She worked quickly, using her healing magic to mend his wounds and keep him alive while the fight continued. The battle was fierce, and Claire knew that they couldn't afford to lose any more time.

As the fight raged on, Alaric's mind began to race. He needed to find a way to defeat dragon. He wasn't going to win by just using strength alone. Then, he came up with a plan. Alaric focused his magic on the wind. With a quick movement of his hands, he sent a sharp gust of wind toward the dragon. The wind cut through the air, striking the dragon's side.

The dragon let out a loud cough as blood spilled from his mouth. The unexpected attack had caught him off guard, leaving him weakened for a brief moment. Seizing the opportunity, Alaric knew it was time to act. The dragon unleashed its most powerful attack, the Dragonflare Eruption, blasting him with incredible force. The explosion sent Alaric flying backward, barely able to keep his footing.

Alaric stood, breathing heavily from the effort. The battle wasn't over, but he had finally managed to land a powerful blow.

After the powerful attack that sent the dragon crashing back into the tunnel, he slowly stood up, dusting off the debris. The dragon looked at Alaric, his eyes burning with intensity. He knew that Alaric was no ordinary opponent. In fact, the dragon now recognized Alaric as a worthy adversary. "We've reached the climax of this battle," the dragon said in a deep, rumbling voice. "Let's end this fight once and for all." Alaric, breathing heavily from the exertion, nodded in agreement. "I'm ready," he said firmly.

While the two continued their battle, Alaric's mind was working quickly. He had been focusing on his magic, trying to think of something that could truly turn the tide of the fight. He had been experimenting with new spells, and now, he felt something stirring within him. It was a feeling he had never experienced before—an energy he hadn't tapped into yet. this new magic name is Vorthos, but he didn't know what it was exactly or how to name it. It was different from anything he had ever cast before.

Without fully understanding the spell, Alaric cast it casually toward the dragon. The air around him seemed to shift as he released the magic. But before Alaric could even

think of what was happening, the dragon moved with incredible speed, casting his own powerful spell, Inferno's Wrath. Flames shot toward Alaric, roaring like a wild beast. It was the dragon's most deadly attack, and it seemed impossible to dodge. But Alaric was quick on his feet, using all his remaining strength to jump aside and avoid the fire.

As the last of the flames disappeared, Alaric felt the power of Vorthos awaken within him. He didn't fully understand it, but he felt a strange sensation in the air—like something was pulling at him, drawing energy from everything around him.

As the dragon's attack surged toward him, Alaric countered with his void magic, Vorthos. A dark force gathered around him, swirling like a storm before shooting forward with precision, colliding with the dragon's assault.

The dragon, surprised by the power of the magic, tried to react, but it was too late. The magic hit the dragon head-on. Vorthos seemed to consume everything in its path. The dragon felt the force pulling at him, dragging him toward it like a powerful vortex. The dragon struggled, but he couldn't escape. He tried to fight back, using his own magic, but the pull of Vorthos was too strong.

With each passing second, the dragon grew weaker. He could feel his strength draining away, as if the very life force inside him was being pulled out. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He roared in anger, trying to break free. "I'm not done yet!" he shouted, but it was useless. The more he struggled, the stronger the pull became.

Alaric, seeing the dragon trapped by the spell, cast Vorthos once more. This time, the magic surrounded the dragon completely. The dragon's body began to glow as the magic consumed him more and more. As Alaric concentrated, something unexpected happened. The magic around the dragon began to shift and change. It wasn't just pulling the dragon—it was sealing him in.

The air crackled with energy as the form of Vorthos evolved, turning into a shape that resembled a box. It was like a magical seal, locking the dragon inside. The dragon struggled, but the more he fought, the more the seal tightened around him. He could no longer move, his power completely drained.

Alaric stood there, panting, unsure of what he had just done. The dragon, trapped in the seal, could only stare at him with eyes full of fury. For the first time, the dragon was powerless. Alaric knew he had won. With a tired sigh, he lay on the cold tunnel floor. "It's over," he said to himself, feeling relieved.