SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

[Months Earlier]

[Zone 36, Grand Federation Military Training Base A-101]

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"Huh?"

Ciara Epilson's heart pounded in her chest as she found herself abruptly transported to a strange new world.

The shift from her familiar surroundings to this alien landscape was disorienting, to say the least. Her surroundings were bathed in an eerie glow, with metallic structures rising high into the sky.

The buildings seemed to be made of ores she had never seen before, their alien architecture both captivating and unnerving. Gripping her hands tightly, Ciara took in a deep breath, trying to steady herself.

'What is this place? Where am I?'

The air was different here, carrying a faint metallic tang that sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel the weight of her magic within her, restless and anxious, urging her to seek answers.

But then, amid the confusion, a sudden thought hammered into her head.

'H-hold on... WHERE IS JERRY?!'

Ciara's eyes widened with panic, her breath coming in short, labored gasps.

Her body throbbed with a mixture of adrenaline and disorientation. Every fiber of her being screamed for Jerry, the absence of his presence a deep, gnawing ache in her soul.

"Jerry!" she screamed, her voice filled with desperation that echoed through the alien expanse.

'Where is Jerry?'

'Is Jerry fine?'

'Is Jerry safe?'

'Where could Jerry be?'

'Is Jerry nearby?'

She instantly scanned the surroundings, her eyes darting frantically from one metallic structure to another, hoping for a glimpse of her companion.

But there was nothing, just an empty void that threatened to consume her.

'JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY. JERRY.'

As she tried to gather herself, Ciara's mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions. Fear, confusion, and a sense of being utterly lost intertwined within her, threatening to overwhelm her sanity.

This strange world felt like a prison, trapping her without a clue as to how she had ended up here.

'Where are you, Jerry?!'

Summoning every ounce of her magical prowess, she closed her eyes and focused her senses. She desperately sought the comforting tether of Jerry's presence, reaching out to the depths of her magical connection.

But instead of the warmth she craved, her mind recoiled at the foreign energy that crackled and surged around her. It felt malevolent, like a swarm of invisible predators lurking just beyond her reach.

Terror clawed at Ciara's heart as she opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon the armed aliens converging upon her. Their numbers were formidable, over a hundred thousand at least.

They littered the sky in their overwhelming numbers, their eyes all converging on her with what could only be suspicion and caution.

Their strange attire and crackling weapons heightened her sense of threat. The surge of panic within her quickly transformed into a dangerous fury, fueled by her determination to protect herself and find Jerry at any cost.

'Do they have Jerry?!'

Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms as anger surged through her veins. The desperation for answers mingled with a primal urge to strike back against these alien intruders.

'Are they trying to stop me... from reaching him?!'

How dare they stand between her and finding Jerry? Every instinct in her screamed for violence, for the release of her pent-up frustration and fear.

Though her voice trembled with a mix of anger and trepidation, Ciara managed to muster a demand, her words laced with an undercurrent of barely contained rage.

"Who are you?" she spat, her eyes locked onto the one who seemed to be their leader. "Tell me where I am, and tell me what you've done with Jerry!"

The strangers exchanged wary glances, seemingly taken aback by her fury. Ciara's gaze flickered between them, her focus shifting from one individual to another, gauging their reactions. She couldn't afford to be naïve in this perilous world.

She took a step closer, her body radiating an aura of seething defiance.

"If any harm has come to him," she growled, her voice low and menacing, "I promise you, I will tear this world apart to find him. I will make you regret ever crossing paths with me."

The aliens stood motionless, their faces betraying a mixture of uncertainty and caution. Ciara's words hung in the air, an unexpected declaration of what could only be identified as one thing.

WAR!

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"JJEUIIHN DHIW ALKEOEJ APPWOIJ NID!!!"

All the aliens finally dew their weapons toward Ciara, causing her furious gaze to tighten even more. She could not sense Jerry among their ranks, but what if they had captured him? What if they were also threatening him, wherever he was?

She couldn't stand the thought of that!

"Fine... have it your way..." Her voice deepened in a malevolent whisper, and her heart hardened in growing rage.

'You all... will die here!'

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Energy poured into her as she instantly entered Mage Mode and heightened her already-established magical prowess.

Whether there were a hundred thousand enemies, or a million, none of that mattered to her.

"As long as you stand in the way..." Her voice dangerously echoed as her power swelled to an unprecedented degree.

"... I'll destroy you all!"

At that moment, all the alien soldiers fired their weapons, raining everything all on one location; and Ciara watched them approach her with breakneck speed.

>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM!!!<

The ground trembled as explosions erupted, tearing apart the landscape. But Ciara remained unyielding, her shield shimmering with an ethereal glow, bearing the brunt of the devastating assault.

As the relentless assault continued, Ciara's mind raced, searching for a way to turn the tide. She would have used her Original Magic to instantly destroy all of them, but the odd wavelength of this alien world disrupted her connection.

Her mind-based attacks would be ineffective against these enemies. Furthermore, her Arcana, leaving her with only her raw strength.

'More than enough for me!'