Tale of a Hedonistic wizard-Chapter 463: Black Amalgam

Jaegar had read of such entities in the forbidden texts of the Academy’s restricted section—books he wasn’t supposed to access until his final year, but which he’d studied secretly during late-night excursions.

Black Amalgams were theoretical creatures, capable of absorbing magical attacks and redirecting that energy.

Conventional magic won’t work against it, he realized.

Not even chaos in its pure form.

The Amalgam struck with impossible speed for its size.

A tendril of darkness thicker than Jaegar’s body lashed out, aiming not for him but for Angelina, who was fully engaged with Elsbeth.

Instinct took over.

Jaegar abandoned his position, throwing himself into the path of the attack.

The tendril connected with his chest, lifting him off his feet and slamming him into the remnants of a market stall. Pain exploded through his body, not just physical but magical—the creature was attempting to absorb his chaotic energy.

Two can play that game, Jaegar thought through gritted teeth.

Instead of resisting the draining sensation, he reversed the flow.

Drawing on the most advanced principles of the Immemorial Arts, Jaegar turned himself into a conduit. The Amalgam’s attempt to steal his magic became a connection—a bridge between them.

And across that bridge, Jaegar sent not defensive magic but the purest expression of chaos he could muster.

His eyes blazed with purple fire.

The red flames surrounding him intensified, deepening to a crimson so dark it approached black. Lightning crackled across his skin, forming intricate patterns that resembled the most ancient arcane scripts known to wizardkind.

"You want chaos?" he growled at the Amalgam.

"Let me show you what chaos truly is."

Jaegar unleashed everything—not in an uncontrolled explosion as before, but in a precise, devastating torrent that followed the Amalgam’s own connection back to its core.

Purple mist, crimson flames, and azure lightning intertwined, forming a prismatic beam of pure magical devastation.

The Amalgam’s form bulged, struggling to contain the influx of chaotic energy.

It tried to sever the connection, but Jaegar held firm, forcing more and more power through the link.

Where the creature had expected to find a weak, exhausted wizard, it had instead encountered a scion of chaos, a natural conduit for forces it couldn’t comprehend.

"It’s trying to split apart!" Angelina called, momentarily turning from her duel with Elsbeth. "Don’t let it—if it fragments, each piece will regenerate!"

Jaegar understood immediately.

The Amalgam wasn’t trying to escape—it was attempting to survive through division.

Focusing his will, Jaegar altered his magical approach. Instead of raw destructive force, he channelled transformation.

The chaos magic shifted, becoming more subtle yet infinitely more dangerous. It targeted not the Amalgam’s form but its essence—the magical principles that allowed it to exist.

"Refaya’rnor Chet’ic’us," Jaegar intoned, drawing on a spell of his own creation—one he’d developed during sleepless nights at Cledwarys, when the standard curriculum proved insufficient for his growing abilities.

The effect was immediate and spectacular.

The Amalgam’s darkness began to crystallize, transmogrifying from fluid shadow into rigid, brittle obsidian. The transformation spread rapidly, locking the creature in a form it couldn’t escape—no longer darkness given life, but chaos given structure.

Within seconds, the entire Amalgam had become a towering sculpture of black crystal, its surface etched with glowing purple runes.

For a moment, it stood frozen, a monument to magical warfare.

Then Jaegar closed his fist.

The obsidian construct shattered—not into fragments that could regenerate but into dust fine enough to be carried away by the afternoon breeze. The magical essence that had powered the creature was dispersed, rendered harmless by Jaegar’s transformation magic.

Silence fell across this section of the marketplace.

The remaining shadow creatures, witnessing the destruction of their evolved form, retreated to Elsbeth, who was now breathing heavily from her magical duel with Angelina.

Jaegar stood amidst the rubble of destroyed market stalls, his body wreathed in the triple manifestation of his magical affinities—chaos, lightning, and red flame.

The display would have impressed even the most demanding masters at Cledwarys, who had always insisted that multiple magical disciplines couldn’t be channelled simultaneously without catastrophic results.

Yet here he stood, defying magical convention through both inherent talent and years of secret practice.

"Grandmother," he called, his voice steady despite the arcane energies coursing through him, "are you alright?"

Angelina nodded, her eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and concern. "More importantly, are you? That was some arcane art of chaos. Even your mother would have struggled to maintain that level of control."

Jaegar allowed himself a small smile at the rare compliment. His mother, Augusta, had been renowned for her precision with chaotic forces—a standard he had always strived to reach.

"I’m fine," he assured her, though in truth, maintaining the three magical disciplines simultaneously was taking its toll. He could feel the strain in his magical core, like muscles pushed beyond their normal limits. "But this fight is far from over."

Indeed, across the marketplace, Veronica and Ewen were still engaged with the Blackhound Legion, though they had managed to incapacitate several riders.

The Council witches had formed a defensive triangle, their combined magic holding Norimar at bay, though just barely.

And Elsbeth, despite her obvious fatigue, was gathering shadows for another assault.

Jaegar took a deep breath, feeling the chaos magic settling into a more sustainable rhythm within him. The lightning continued to dance across his skin, responding to his elevated heartbeat. The red flames had receded slightly, now forming a close aura rather than extending outward.

He was ready for the next phase of the battle, whatever it might bring.

"What’s our strategy?" he asked Angelina, ever respectful of her years of magical experience. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

His grandmother’s eyes scanned the battlefield with tactical precision. "Divide and conquer," she said finally. "I’ll continue to engage Elsbeth. You need to assist the Ministry representatives—those Blackhounds are wearing them down."

They turned to Veronica and Ewen, struggling against a couple of Blackhound members.

Jaegar nodded, already calculating the most efficient approach.

The red flames brightened around him as he prepared to enter the fray once more.

The battle was far from over.