The Extra's Reincarnation-Chapter 90: High Peak Mountain (2)

High above Summit Village, the Grand Spirit Mentor soared on ethereal wings, its form shimmering like starlight against the azure sky.

As the Spirit of Guidance, it had watched over this remote mountain settlement for eons, sensing the flow of spiritual energy that moved throughout the land.

-The seals only continue to get worse by the day… If not for the elder’s message, more energy might’ve leaked out.

Mentor observed the seals on the sealed gate of High Peak Mountain.

A massive, shimmering barrier that pulsed with an eerie purple light. Tendrils of dark energy snaked around its edges, like grasping claws threatening to tear it asunder.

The once vibrant blue hue, indicative of a stable seal, had been steadily corrupted, a testament to the growing instability of the Abyssal Gate.

The constant flow of mana that typically surrounded the gate was now erratic and turbulent, with a chaotic energy that worried even the Grand Spirit.

Mentor knew that time was of the essence. If the seal were to break, the consequences would be catastrophic. Hordes of abyssal creatures would pour through the gate, wreaking havoc upon the unsuspecting world below.

Summit Village, the first line of defense, would be overrun, its inhabitants slaughtered, their ancient knowledge lost forever.

Ding!

Suddenly, a familiar presence caught its attention - a warm, golden aura that the Mentor recognized immediately as Erica’s.

But there was something different this time, an unfamiliar energy intertwined with hers.

Curious, the Mentor swooped down from the heavens, its translucent form rippling as it descended.

As the Grand spirit drew closer, it saw Erica walking along a winding mountain path.

Beside her was a young boy, his small hand clasped in hers. The Mentor’s interest piqued.

In all the years Mentor had watched over Erica, it had never seen her bring another to the sacred place.

The spirit circled above them, observing. The boy was unlike any child the Mentor had encountered before.

It wasn’t a matter of whether they were blood related, but something felt off about his appearance…

"…!"

As the Mentor studied the boy, something extraordinary happened. The child’s head suddenly snapped up and his gaze locked directly onto the spirit’s position high above.

His eyes narrowed, a look of intense concentration etched across his young face.

It was impossible. No mortal should be able to perceive its presence, let alone pinpoint its location with such accuracy. Yet there was no doubt - this child was looking directly at the spirit, his unwavering gaze betraying no hint of uncertainty.

If not for looking at the sky, who could he possibly be gazing upon?

A thrill of excitement coursed through the Mentor’s ethereal form.

In all its long existence, it had never encountered a being quite like this boy. Who was he? What powers did he possess that allowed him to see beyond the veil of the physical world?

The spirit’s mind raced with possibilities. Could this child be the one spoken of in ancient prophecies? The one destined to bridge the gap between the mortal and spirit realms?

As the Mentor pondered these questions, he felt a disturbance coming from within the mountain top.

Before he could find out who the energy belonged to, he looked at the mysterious child with wonder, if he could truly see him for what he is, then he has no choice but to do ’that’.

The Grand Spirit Mentor turned and soared back towards Summit Village.

It had much to consider, and preparations to make. For if its suspicions were correct, the arrival of this boy heralded the beginning of a new era - one that would shape the fate of both the mortal and spirit worlds for generations to come.

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[Julian’s POV]

The village was a quaint cluster of stone houses nestled amongst the snow-capped peaks, a picture of serenity and isolation.

As we entered the village square, a ripple of surprise passed through the gathered villagers.

Visitors were a rarity in this remote settlement, especially a woman dressed in the fine attire of a servant from a noble house and a young boy by her side.

A hush fell over the crowd as an elderly man with a long, flowing white beard emerged from the largest of the houses. He walked with a surprising vigor for his age, his eyes twinkling with wisdom and curiosity.

"Erica?" he called out, his voice carrying across the square. "Is that truly you?"

My mother smiled, a warmth spreading across her face that I hadn’t seen in a long time.

"Percival," she replied, stepping forward to embrace the elder. "It’s been too long."

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They exchanged a few words, catching up on years of separation.

I stood beside my mother, feeling a bit like an outsider in this intimate reunion.

But I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the elder, Percival.

"And who is this young man?"

Percival turned to me, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"This, Percival, is my son, Julian."

"Julian," Percival repeated, nodding slowly. "A fine name. And a fine young man, indeed."

He extended a hand towards me, and I shook it, feeling a strange jolt of energy pass between us.

"Welcome to Summit Village, Julian," Percival said, his voice warm and welcoming.

"I have a feeling your arrival here is no mere coincidence."

I mumbled a polite thanking, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

Percival’s words, though kind, held a weight that I couldn’t quite understand.

Stomp...stomp...stomp!

Before I could dwell on it further, a gaggle of villagers, mostly women, descended upon us.

They fussed over my mother, showering her with greetings and questions, their voices a chorus of excitement and curiosity. And then their attention turned to me.

"Oh my, Erica, what a handsome young man you have!" one woman exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

"He has your eyes," another chimed in, "those same sparkling emerald eyes1."

"And such a charming smile!" a third added, pinching my cheek playfully.

I squirmed under their scrutiny, feeling my face grow hot.

This was definitely not the kind of attention I was used to.

Back in the capital, I was just another face in the crowd, a servant’s son, easily overlooked.

But here, in this close-knit community, I was suddenly the center of attention, and it was... overwhelming.

My mother, sensing my discomfort, chuckled.

"Alright, alright, give the poor boy some space. He’s probably exhausted from the journey."

She turned to Percival.

"Would you mind have them keep an eye on Julian for a while? I need to catch up with you about... some important matters."

Percival nodded. "Of course, Erica. Julian is most welcome here."

And with that, my mother disappeared with Percival into the village hall, leaving me in the hands of the overly enthusiastic villagers.

They ushered me towards a cozy-looking house, plying me with warm drinks and sweet treats. I tried to politely decline, but their hospitality was relentless.

As I sipped my tea (which, I had to admit, was surprisingly delicious), the villagers told me with stories of my mother’s childhood in Summit Village.

They spoke of her adventurous spirit, her mischievous pranks, and her extraordinary ability to befriend even the shyest of creatures.

My mother was one of a kind, after all.

"Your mother was quite the legend around here," one woman chuckled, her eyes twinkling with fond memories.

"She could climb the highest trees, tame the wildest horses, and talk her way out of any trouble she got into."

"She was always so full of life, so curious about the world. We all knew she was destined for great things."

I listened closely to their words. It was fascinating to learn about this side of my mother, the side she had kept hidden from me all these years.

The side that had thrived in this remote mountain village, surrounded by nature and the warmth of a close-knit community.

"She was the most talented sealing mage we had ever seen, Even as a child, her abilities were far beyond anyone else’s in the village."

Another villager nodded in agreement.

"None of us could replicate her spells, especially when it came to barrier magic. She had a unique touch, a way of constructing mana that was both delicate and powerful."

My mother was a sealing mage? It was a revelation that both surprised and intrigued me.

I had always known she possessed a certain strength for her talent, but I had never imagined her wielding such powerful magic.

"Our village," the elder continued, "may be unknown throughout the seven continents, but one thing we know for sure is that we are one of the best when it came to sealing magic. But even amongst us, Erica was exceptional. She was... a prodigy."

"But she had dreams, ambitions that extended beyond the confines of our village. And so, she left to pursue them."

I’ve always been aware that my mother had a life before I came along, though she rarely talks about her.

But now, hearing these stories of her extraordinary talent, her youthful dreams, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, a longing to know more about that part of her life.

They reference Julian eye’s as having a similar spark to Erica’s eyes, although Julian’s eye color is red.