Low-Fantasy Occultist Isekai

Nick moved quietly through the back alleys, keeping his head down. Floria was silent once again despite the active market, as the atmosphere never had a chance to recover from the attack on the temple. Preparations for a potential new stampede were underway, and the few merchants outside the market district wore grim expressions.

His parents' stern warnings to avoid trouble echoed in his ears, but curiosity had long since eclipsed caution. He had a plan to complete his air sense spell. It would require some danger and a lot of luck, but he was sure that he could bridge the gap with the right sacrifice.

I could be satisfied with a simple wind spell, but why should I limit myself to that? I tried it, and it's clear that it's not working properly. Anyone with above-average strength seems able to evade my notice. It's time to fully utilize my advantage.

Taking the long way to the temple to avoid being seen, Nick strolled past Ogden's shop, where he was standing outside, gesturing animatedly as he haggled with a group of merchants. For a moment, he considered stopping, but Ogden seemed too engrossed to notice him. The caravan wouldn't be here for long, and Nick was certain the old man wouldn't appreciate being interrupted while he swindled some fools of their coins.

Shrugging, he continued on the dirt paths until he reached the northern edge of town. On the way, he assessed his plan. He was taking a considerable risk, but he wanted to see results, and few things were more effective than ritual sacrifice.

Elia's home sat at the end of a quiet road lined with tall grass and piles of hay. Nick approached cautiously, extending his senses outward. It's not paranoia if they really are out to get you. The wraiths won't come here, not with the temple on the way—it's why I have to sneak around this early in the morning in hopes of meeting one—but with demons and merchants nearby, it's still better to be safe than sorry.

He was proven right soon enough.

A faint disturbance pricked his awareness—someone was watching him. He paused, pretending to study the sky while honing his senses. A large figure with a tightly wound presence stood ahead and to the right, hidden behind the haystacks.

Nick didn't hesitate and stepped closer. As he rounded the corner, he was not surprised to see Teo, Elia's father. The Foxkin was imposing, and this impression was heightened by his animal-like features, framed with streaks of gray fur. He stood guard outside the house, prepared to defend his family against any potential threats.

"Teo," Nick greeted, keeping his tone cordial. "Good morning."

Teo blinked. "Morning, kid," he replied, gruff as usual, but distant.

"I heard about what happened yesterday." Nick hesitated, gauging his reaction. "How's Elia?"

Teo's ears twitched, yet he didn't look away. Instead, he stared beyond him, where the forest began, his broad shoulders tense. "She's doing better," he said after a pause. "Wulla's taking care of her. She's good at that."

Nick nodded, relieved to learn that Elia wasn't in critical condition. He hadn't doubted it, knowing that Wulla would use her finest herbs on her only daughter, but it would have been rude not to ask. "Do you think I could see her?"

For the first time, Teo looked directly at him. His amber eyes, usually so fierce, were tinged with fatigue. "No," he said firmly. "She's still too weak. Needs rest."

Nick opened his mouth to protest but thought better of it. The last thing he wanted was to push Teo further when he was so tense. "Alright," he said instead. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I'll just have to come back either this afternoon or tomorrow morning. I doubt there's anything that can keep that bundle of energy in bed for long.

Teo shook his head. "If you're going to the temple, let them know she won't be at today's lesson. That's all." Although there didn't seem to be animosity in his voice, Nick still felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Teo was a very large man, and even though he was controlling his emotions, it was clear that he was furious beneath the surface. Any father would be if his only daughter had been attacked in his home.

Nick nodded again, sensing that the conversation was over. As Teo resumed his guard, Nick lingered for a moment, extending his senses. Something about him felt off. Distracted wasn't quite the right word; it was more as if he was holding something back. But he couldn't dwell on it for long. Teo's posture stiffened, and Nick took that as his cue to leave.

With no better plan, Nick headed toward the temple. It was still too early for the lessons, but going back home now would mean he'd have to leave immediately to avoid being late, and he didn't want to risk being seen by either his parents or Akari in town.

It's not that I don't appreciate their care. I realize that in their eyes, I'm still a kid who got his class just a few months ago. But with things heating up, I need my freedom back.

The temple loomed ahead. The faint scent of incense drifted through the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of the Green Ocean. Nick hesitated at the entrance of the grounds, feeling the silence envelop him. The last time he had been here, he'd witnessed an exorcism. He hoped today would be better, considering it was supposed to be a simple lesson. Aside from the whole baiting a wraith to attack me. But if everything goes well, I should be done before anyone notices anything.

The usual crowd of townsfolk and children had yet to arrive, leaving only a few acolytes to sweep the steps and tidy up the entrance. Their quiet conversations and the rhythmic sound of bristles on stone faded behind him as he turned toward the back fields. He walked for a while until he was sure no one in the building could spot him.

The grass had grown taller in the months since his last visit. Kids hadn't been allowed to play this far from town since the stampede. It was just as well, as it meant no one would wander around close enough to what he was about to do.

I'm taking a big risk doing it this close to the temple. I know Marthas should be in a meeting with Dad right now and that the wraith's presence should sweep away the ritual's residue—if one attacks me—but it's still a gamble.

He exhaled, letting the tension melt away and falling into the Stalking Gait. With a last glance over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching, he pulled his wand from his belt and held it loosely in his hand.

Given their insistence on structured lessons and religious doctrine, this wasn't the type of practice the temple would approve of. But Nick had never been one to stay within the lines. He wasn't here to recite hymns. He was here to grow, to learn. Whether that was from Marthas or by himself, he didn't particularly care as long as he advanced.

Settling in the center of a barren patch of field and placing a few of his last carved obsidian pieces around, he closed his eyes. The world around him faded away, replaced by the sensation of air brushing against his skin. He reached out with his mana, letting his wind affinity guide him. The sensory spell he had been developing was close; he could feel it. Every attempt brought him closer to success, but it still lacked something.

I have a way to make it work. First, I want to finish testing the local principles, but if that doesn't yield any useful results, I'll use the Thelemic practices to cross the abyss.

He started with what he knew worked: Ingrid's vortex principles. Her spells were powerful, destructive, and aggressive, yet they had a subtle elegance in their structure. The way she manipulated air currents to amplify force inspired him. If he could create a stable vortex, he might be able to "read" the disturbances it detected, like a spider sensing vibrations in its web.

Mana flowed through his wand, spiraling outward as he attempted to form the structure. Initially, it was chaotic, with the currents colliding and dissipating before they could take shape. He adjusted, concentrating on smaller, more controlled bursts of energy. Gradually, the vortex began to stabilize, and a faint hum of power vibrated in the air around him.

The effect is stable, but the results are abysmal. Let me try to tweak the output a bit more…

The first few minutes brought only frustration. The winds whispered to him, but their voices were faint and muddled, like trying to eavesdrop on a conversation through a closed door. He adjusted again, tweaking the flow of mana and refining the shape of the vortex. Each attempt was slightly better than the last. The whispers grew louder and clearer. He could almost make out individual details—the swaying of grass, the fluttering of a bird's wings.

Unfortunately, it was still far too noticeable. Anyone who could sense mana would know that unnatural winds were scouring their surroundings.

Half an hour passed like mere moments, and Nick's time to play bait was running out. He remained focused on the spell, pushing it further as he tried to complete his work and draw in his target. The whispers shifted into a song, a symphony of movement and sound that painted a vivid picture in his mind. He could feel the wind flowing through the field, brushing against every blade of grass and every stone. The world came alive to his senses, more vibrant and detailed than ever before.

This is a good starting point. It's still quite noticeable, but at least I'm achieving a level of detail similar to what the basic air sense is with my wand. Now I just need something to mimic the Encounter with Chonzoron to give it that extra oomph.

Nick smiled as he sensed it: a void. At the edge of his awareness, something disturbed the harmony of the winds. It started like a smudge on an otherwise clear canvas. But as he concentrated on it, the void became clearer and more distinct. It was large, moving quickly, and coming from the forest.
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"Here goes nothing," he muttered, preparing to defend himself. He glanced around the field, extending his senses outward to confirm what his instincts already warned him. The monster was charging directly at him, and he had only moments to react.

He had gambled, and he'd won. Nick had caught the attention of something in the forest, just as he had wanted; now, he just had to hope he was strong enough to defeat it before the temple noticed, or his preparations would be in vain.

He wasn't surprised when the creature appeared, revealing itself to be yet another wraith. They seemed to serve as the vanguard of the forest's forces at that moment and could move around town unnoticed. Just as he had hoped.

"Then, all phenomena that confront him will seem meaningless and disconnected, and his own Ego will break apart into a series of impressions that are unrelated to each other or to anything else," Nick began to chant, drawing a line with his wand across his forehead to symbolize the third eye. Its strong affinity for wind wasn't a drawback in this particular circumstance, as he was aiming for a wind-based spell.

"Yes, there is peace. There is no tendency of any kind, much less any observation, feeling, or impression. There is only a faint awareness, like the fragrance of jasmine."

The body of the Seer lies in a waking sleep that is deeper than sleep, and his mind is still; he resembles a well in the desert, shaded by windless palms.

And it is night; because the night encompasses the entire expanse of space, not just the limited night of Earth, there is no thought of dawn. For the light of the Sun creates an illusion, blinding man's eyes to the glory of the stars. Unless he is in the shadow of the Earth, he cannot see the stars. Similarly, unless he is shielded from the light of life, he cannot behold Nuit. Here, then, I remain in unchanging midnight, completely at peace.

I've forgotten where I am and who I am. I am suspended in nothingness.

Now the veil opens of itself"

The wraith extended a root-like hand, preparing to gouge Nick's eyes.

"Got you."