The wanderer asked Cheal, "What is the action of sky?"
"Does that mean you recognize me as a partner?" Cheal's smile as maniacal as his earlier laughter was. Shadow of twitching eyes could be seen on the boy's face in the brown overcoat.
Cheal coughed out a blood spurt. Huffing after, he explained, "Tap at three different spots in a vertical or horizontal line."
"Thank you. Now was that too hard?" The wanderer spoke up, while his left hand continued drawing action of earth on his brown overcoat. He was about to draw another when he stopped.
Taking out another bottle from his overcoat, but this time he led his right hand into his overcoat through the collar space. The way to draw out a bottle had his audience of two's attention.
He opened the bottle, and glanced at the spear. His eyes attempted to find the glitter of a coin and the enhancing mix vial. He could only see the coin through the sheets of frost. That told him everything.
The wanderer began performing a set of checks on his brown overcoat. He spoke up, "Maybe you are right. Maybe Mina will hate me for not telling her of my plan. Maybe Sance will be happy. I don't know how you knew, but it isn't your place to tell me the how." He let the icy air fill his lungs.
Gweren's hands grabbed on the tip of the longsword that the wanderer had thrown away. His left arm's melted state was becoming undone slowly, light rays reflected on the sword climbed upwards to his left arm and shoulder.
The light followed along to his lungs. He hadn't escaped the circle of threads but his magic was barely able to run against the threads. The light in the room danced on surface it could. Some caught in the icy grip coming from the spear, and others travelled to the longsword Gweren held onto.
Cheal watched it unfold, "Hey, that's unfair! Regeneration is so cruel." He pouted, and yet he did not have the strength to stop him. Letting his mouth work, he asked again, "What is the thing whose subset is the actions magic?"
The wanderer silencing his audience brought his right arm up, the one that held an open enhancing mix bottle. And tapped with the bottle at three different spots connected together through an imaginary horizontal line.
Gweren stared back at him turning, his hand slipped off the tip of the longsword. Cheal watching Gweren followed his example.
As both heads turned, the ice flakes danced to touch the wanderer. The same one who floated in the air.
His loaned crystal boots shone with the mountain touched daylight rays. Light shivered and refracted out of the enhancing mix bottle. The wanderer floated above the rubble and floor of the keep.
He looked down at the audience of Cheal and Gweren, while his right hand went to the collar of his coat. The wanderer adjusted his right hand's four colored rings turning each one completely many times over.
Drawing one last action of earth on his collar, the collar sealed up around his throat just enough to let him breath. "Then, this is for Beret."
He began drawing actions of water on his brown overcoat. "The lost city-state."
Another action of water tracing the two circles and tap, "You burned with your own hands down to rubble."
Followed with a bigger two circles drawn using the whole hand and the tap with fist. "No survivors, except me and the few others who are scattered."
Drawing one more action of water on his right arm and wrapping it around him. He concluded, "The city that embedded each of its coin with the shattering effect if it is destroyed. An effect that blasted your vault's roof."
Water escaped at tremendous speed from the overcoat's bottom. The crystal boots held.
But the gaze and face of horror on Gweren and Cheal's was priceless. They faced not the speech of a floating wanderer but the might of a typhoon's cloudburst.
All siphoned through one single point. The escape below the brown overcoat.
This was the wanderer's final act of judgment. His flight to escape the devastation he had planned.
Neither Cheal nor Gweren had time to react to the crash of the fine pressure stream on the keep.
Similarly a shattering action exploded from the coin embedded in the spear on the throne. The shattering effect and the effect of the action of ice both soaked in the enhancing mix vial.
Side of the keep that rested below the throne shattered as well as solidified in ice. The blast ran into the inner castle.
Jet stream from the wanderer took him ever higher due to recoil. His jet stream however, it railed through the keep and rugged every Beret coin he had laid inside of the keep.
Shattering explosion after explosion occurred.
The keep of the castle drowned under the massive high pressure jet stream and shattering explosions.
Hooligans and castle guards stopped their battle because all closer to the inner castle or the keep were split apart from the shattering explosion's shockwave. Blood and dirt became the new atmosphere for a split second.
Corridors that held the enhancing mix made of smoke burst apart violently. Every coin hidden in its braziers had caught aflame damaging them.
The blast so rupturing that it travelled from the castle to the outer city borough within the same split second. And expanded further.
Escapees that had tasted freedom became part of the blood mist of the shockwave.
The wanderer alone was the survivor from the detonation of his own making. The recoil from the high pressure jet stream was snuffed by the strength of the crystal boots and re-strengthened overcoat.
Every single action of earth done on the overcoat was for this moment. The wanderer's walk in the aftermath of his outer city borough's plan had brought him the knowledge of what the action of sky could provide its users. He had heard a Skyact Guard boast of its powers then.
His seat or point of view of his engineered blast gave him the best view possible. Except he was spinning along as the jet stream escaped his overcoat from the bottom in force that could shatter his own bones.
Only if he did not wear the armour he stole from a knight in the keep. "Huh, that armour going to be a headache." He drank down the enhancing mix bottle he had taken out earlier.
Master Rhai's teachings included multitude on the enhancing mix, one of those was simple. "If you drink an enhancing mix during the effect of the action of elements, then the said effect will not cut into what you give in exchange for the effect."
Flight. Cloudburst jet stream.
Two effects were being channeled by the wanderer. Him drinking one bottle will not save him completely, he recognized that.
He was glad that he delivered the revenge he wanted for burning the one place that he called home.
Water gushed out below him. The sky came closer as he watched the mountains zip below him. He had risen higher than the chain of mountains that cut the one-seventh part of the entire continent away. The part that held Rigac, Ashtrim, Cleaving, and the now avenged lost city-state of Beret.
His flight in the sky showed him the inside of the fluffy clouds as his overcoat's outer layer too became moisturized by them.
Rigac and its explosion had escaped away from below him seconds ago. He did not know how fast he went. But his left arm let out a single stream of water above him to cut the air, while his right arm held on him to spin him.
Each of his arms in specific positions to save him from the deadly effects of speed.
A memory of Noria and Orna zipped into his mind just as fast as the next cloud above him became a cloud that he crossed by.
"May their escape be worth every moment they put in it." He let his words escape as a prayer into the cutting wind.
His speed to fast to breath any air. The wanderer tried again to breathe in, but only sparse air entered his.
'Maybe I am too fast!' He worried. His eyes fluttered between one moment and the next. Each showed a different a cloud.
And for the first time when he tried to look down, he saw how puny the land below had become. But it still was too vast for him to cover by his crystal boots. The jet stream still going full force.
'Is it still on the city of Rigac? I hope so.' His eyes attempted to find the small dot on a massive continent.
What he saw was similar to a drawing of the continent he had seen on a paper once in Beret.
A cover of green in the lower with streams of blue running all over and converging on one point in the south. This cover was divided from the rest of the continent by a chain of mountains that cut the green, stopping it with dashes of white and black. It was above followed by a sandy patch on the right while the left had darker green patches with broader streams. A few smaller chains of mountains sometimes showed up here and there. But the sandy patch ended soon as it met the first small chain.
And following after the chains were patches of dark green and light blue streams, sometimes appearing white in the dark green. Even this dark green held a few whites here and there.
Yet, none compared to the enormous white that extended fighting the ocean of blue all the way to the evening's horizon.
The height that the wanderer had reached. He saw the morning's horizon's true nature.
"That's a patch of stark yellow! Ah! It hurts my eyes to look at it!" His eyes turned to the direction several times as the jet stream below him started to show to slow down.
He realized an imagery of bright yellow grass to be the source of the daylight.
"Was this the truth of our world? Is that a willfall?" He mused to himself. His speed of spinning slowly dying. He still ascended through the sky, but he could feel the want that the continent called. His gravity. He felt it unlike when the floatation had taken it away.