SPELLCRAFT: Reincarnation Of A Magic Scholar

'Legris Damien? Who is that?'

Zephyr Xanders maintained his stern glare at the stranger before him, wondering his identity.

At first, he had suspected him to be a spawn of the Demons, or someone who wanted revenge or something. However, the name and face of this man rang no bells for him.

That left only one thing…

"Constellation Host? So you know, huh?" Zephyr murmured.

Did this man know about his reincarnation? No, he couldn't jump to conclusions yet. The only thing he seemed to know about him was the fact that he had a Constellation as a backer.

'But what's going on?' He wondered to himself.

Ever since he got reincarnated, he hadn't heard of anyone mentioning the Constellations. The only reason he knew of their existence was due to his backer appearing to him after his death, offering him a second chance.

They made a deal, and in exchange for the unfathomable power he obtained from his Constellation, he was supposed to save this world as its Hero.

He had fulfiled his end of the deal, defeating the Demon King and bringing balance to his new reality.

So why was this being mentioned again? Why was a stranger suddenly after him due to his status as a Constellation Host?

'Lord Saggittarius, are you there? There's a strange man here… and he knows!'

Zephyr recieved no response from his Constellation, which was perhaps the most bothersome thing ever!

This had never happened before.

"Are you trying to reach your Constellation? You shouldn't bother. There's a barrier that separates this point from the rest of reality. In essence, we are currently out of their domain." The man who called himself Legris Damien spoke.

His voice seemed too calm for the statement he had just made.

'He separated my world from reality? Is that even possible? How powerful is this man?' Zephyr began to feel sweat drip from his face.

Even in his prime, during the war 15 years ago, he hadn't faced anyone who claimed to have this much power.

And that was so long ago too. A lot had happened since then, and while he still had a perfectly fit body, he hadn't properly fought anyone during the time of peace.

'Can I really win?' Zephyr found himself asking.

He no longer had the counsel of his Constellation on his side, and he was fighting a strange foe for the first time in fifteen years.

The odds were stacked against him.

"No…" He clenched his fist and swallowed the rest of the saliva that had formed in his throat.

His eyes glowed with resolve as his eyes darted beneath him, witnessing the small expanse that his hometown occupied.

This was no time to doubt or hesitate. He couldn't give in to uncertainty… not while he was needed.

"I am the Hero of this world. I am the Chosen One of the Heavens. I am Zephyr, husband and father of two…" His body glowed brighter with every word he uttered, until the golden light covered his entire body.

"... I will not lose!"

Like a true warrior made of pure gold, he floated magnificently.

Golden armor radiated all over him, and even his face was shrouded in a sturdy helmet, though a long slit remained in the helmet's eye region so he could see.

In this form of his, all his abilities increased exponentially, with his defensive abilities shooting through the roof as well.

'I'll have to be cautious here. I don't know what kind of ability he has…' Zephyr told himself, thinking about the family he had to return home to.

'The fact that he could destroy my home in one hit shows he's not an ordinary person. I can't sense his energy levels, or anything about him. Plus, even though I've transformed, he doesn't seem fazed by my power at all.'

That was alone to tell Zephyr that this was a high stakes battle.

'But there's no turning back. This world needs me! My family needs me! This man is clearly a threat. It is my duty to eliminate him!'

Zephyr stretched forth his hand, and his heroic blade appeared in his grasp. It shone golden, having a size almost as tall as Zephyr himself.

This was the same sword he had used to defeat the Demon King. It was the blessed blade, one that possessed immense power and unfathomable depth.

With this blade in his grasp, victory was assured!

"Are you done? Then, I will begin…" Legris Damien muttered, and just as soon as he spoke, he vanished!

'H-huh?!'

Zephyr's eyes couldn't detect Legris for a moment, and all of a sudden, he detected it…

… DANGER!

~WHOOOSH!~

Legris had now appeared behind Zephyr, his hand stretching to touch him. Zephyr didn't know why, but all his instincts screamed at him that he couldn't let that happen.

"Raahhhhhh!!!" With a loud roar, Zephyr twisted his body with unimaginable speed, gripping his powerful blade with both hands.

Throwing away his earlier idea of caution, he only had one goal as he swung his blade with all his might.

"Dieeeeeeee!"

~VWUUUUUUUUSSSHHHHHH!!!~

The pressure accompanying the swung blade was no joke. It seemed to rend even space itself as it approached Legris, and its powerful aura seemed to climb to even higher levels the closer it got to its target.

Until finally, it reached.

The enemy would be torn asunder, turned into dust, by the power of the blade.

They would cease to exist, forever destroyed by the overwhelming power of golden light.

Purified by the Hero's strength, they would forever disappear.

At least, that was how it was supposed to go.

However…

~CRACK!~

… What happened next was something completely different.

Golden fragments danced around, their shattered selves cackling with remnant power. Appearing like glass, they floated away, all leaving the point of impact like departing birds.

"N-no… way…" Zephyr's eyes widened at the sight.

His heroic blade had been destroyed… in just one hit?

"H-how…?"

The hilt he held was the only proper part of the blade. Everything else had shattered apart, leaving him nearly paralyzed by the imminent despair that approached.

It was at this point that he heard the ominous tone of the man who bnow stood imposingly before him, like an impossible wall of darkness.

"For one who professes to be a Hero… you are quite weak."

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[A/N]

Alright, everyone!

Time to cast your bets on who will win.