Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645 142.1 - Void Dragon

As I stepped into the darkened passage, the air shifted, cool and heavy, wrapping around me like a second skin. The doorway behind me shimmered briefly, and I heard a low hum—the spell formation sealing itself once more, locking me into this hidden path. I glanced back, watching as the intricate web of mana threads layered over the entrance, twisting and merging until the way out vanished entirely. freēwebnovel.com

The formation was seamless, beyond anything I'd expected. I activated my [Eyes], focusing intently, yet the mana threads remained elusive, slipping just beyond the limits of my perception.

The formation didn't just conceal—it erased, rendering the entrance indistinguishable from the stone wall around it. Even my heightened senses couldn't pierce through the barrier completely.

'Impressive,' I thought, letting my hand hover near the veil, feeling the faint trace of energy lingering there. The mana here was different, older, with a refinement that suggested it came from a source of higher rank or potency than what I could wield.

The spellcraft wasn't merely intricate; it was layered, built to conceal and repel even the keenest observer.

'Whoever crafted this formation didn't just want it hidden—they wanted it forgotten.'

The Void Clan's skill in weaving spells of concealment wasn't new to me, but this level of craftsmanship spoke volumes.

'Indeed. It is much stronger than the one that Zharokath was using.'

It was the work of someone who had perfected the art, using techniques far beyond my own current mastery. Every strand of mana held a precise purpose, each line drawn to repel, to conceal, to mislead.

I observed the way the threads intertwined, their seamless fusion indicative of mana manipulation on a level I'd only read about. A faint shimmer pulsed through the lines, a mark of mana embedded in the stone itself, as though the formation had become part of the tunnel's very structure.

The more I observed, the more I realized that this formation was not just advanced—it was ancient, bound by the kind of magic that survived the ages, unyielding to time and degradation.

'It makes sense why I can't just see through it just at the first glance.'

I noted, memorizing the pattern. The sheer complexity made it evident that the Void Clan had crafted this with a high-ranking intent—either an incredibly rare mana or a formation that scaled well beyond standard techniques.

'Though I can't study it right now, it will be a good future reference.'

Satisfied with my examination, I shifted my focus back to the path ahead.

'There you are.'

The tunnel wasn't as long as I'd expected. Just a few paces ahead, I spotted a small stone platform, illuminated faintly by a dim, ethereal glow.

The closer I drew, the more apparent it became: this was a focal point, the very heart of the concealment formation, carved with a purpose. Symbols etched into its surface pulsed faintly, reacting to my presence with a slow, rhythmic beat, like the pulse of a sleeping giant.

Reaching the platform, I pulled the necklace from my coat, its cool weight resting in my palm. The intricate design of the pendant matched the cavity in the platform exactly, down to the smallest detail.

I ran my thumb over its surface one last time, feeling the faint traces of mana thrumming beneath its surface, before carefully aligning it with the hollow.

With a steady hand, I placed the necklace into the cavity. As it settled into place, a faint hum echoed through the air, and the symbols on the platform flared to life, casting a soft, pale light that filled the tunnel. The platform's edges shimmered, the old mana swirling as it awakened, each line of the formation coming together in a harmonious glow.

I watched as the platform's light intensified, filling the room with a calm, resonant energy. The air around me thickened, charged with mana that felt ancient and potent, infused with a power that seemed to belong to another age entirely. The path ahead was opening, responding to the key now resting in place.

'Finally.'

I thought, the faint pulse of anticipation thrumming.

–SHINE!

A sudden, blinding light flared from the platform, flooding my vision and swallowing the dim tunnel in an instant.

Before I could react, a powerful force tugged at me, as though the very air had shifted to draw me in. The sensation was unmistakable—a warp gate activating, its pull wrapping around me, drawing me forward as space distorted, compressing reality into a single, pulsing heartbeat.