Callan removed his left hand from his head. His left eye was closed, and his right eye was squinted to the point that his eyelashes had made the entire world pixelated. He stretched his right arm forward and held it in position using his left hand. He squished his right arm just to reduce some more pain. Despite the distractions of the pain in his head, he formed the biggest magic orb he could.


    If this doesn’t even fucking work in the slightest! Shit! I’m dead! The pain was starting to disappear when he threw the ball out of his hand. He opened his eyes much clearer than before, though he could still see the glow of his eyelashes just above his sight.


    The bluebirds were already far to the point where they looked the size of a normal human. The impact from earlier was so insignificant they didn’t even try to run around or change formation. It was insulting, well it really shouldn’t be… Callan had permanently thought negatively.


    Shit! Shit! Shit! Fuck! Work! After a few seconds, it hit. Making an explosion, thrice the size of before. Callan didn’t dare wait for the smoke to vanish. He stretched his arms to the side, forming long sharp spears using magic.


    The problem with giant explosive magic is that they are like a water balloon. As much as it will dampen you, it would also just affect your skin and won’t really harm you. Against such tough monsters, that is the description of the magic sphere that could blow up rocks.


    The spear was just as long as Callan, it was thin yet had a smooth diamond mass in the middle, just to act as a support for his mind. Even though it had been years or also just a really long time that he had been using magic, he used structures to hold his magical shapes not entirely of focus.


    The moment the smoke and sparks disappeared, Callan closed his eyes as soon as feathers dropped heavily to his face. He quickly bent to the left. The fuck is that feather! That’s why I can’t blow it up, it’s like metal. Which makes less sense as they could fly. Fuck! This tower keeps getting more and more illogical as time goes by.


    But, a feather falling was definitely a sign of the explosion working, it may just be a feather but that was an improvement. Callan’s spear pierced lightly at two of the bluebirds’ bodies.


    “Kreeeeee!”


    “Kreee!”


    They quickly spread to the back of the others. The ones the two hid at also quickly moved. This pattern repeated and Callan was quite intrigued, but he removed his curiosity and used their confusing movements as an opportunity. He threw more spears, and just continued and continued. He didn’t really ever need to move his arms, they were just there for presentation and imagination.


    The injured bluebirds kept running, chasing the ones they hid behind away until more and more got injured and it became chaos for the birds. Their little chirps could be heard as panic and pain. Though it didn’t really look like it as they didn’t even have a problem to continue flying.


    One of the bluebirds at the back was hit in the wings. It quickly dropped to the top of another one. Then another bluebird picked the injured one up and threw it down like trash. Like a safe net, the bluebird closed its giant eyes and rolled like a drill directly to Callan.


    Fuck! I know how to swim but not in the air! Callan imagined his magic to his side spinning to propel him in the air, but of course that wouldn’t work, Callan slapped his face.


    There were a few fundamentals about the applications of magic, and it all is based on one''s imagination. Magic could only affect physical things. The power and effect of one''s magic is based on the person’s imagination of the effect it will have, and this imagination would only really be limited to the actual capability of your magic.


    In simple terms, magic couldn’t be applied to air as you can’t see air. Even if you think of it like an imagination of squiggly lines, your magic will form those lines, it won’t actually happen. Magic is not a physical object, but an invisible force run by the things you could perceive.


    Though magic might not work, a physical object does. Callan opened and closed his inventory above him and multiple things quickly fell out, one of them was his spear. He grabbed his spear and immediately spun it as fast as he could. The bluebird passed Callan, just an inch of contact. Hope you die!


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    To Callan’s mind, that was atleast one kill. Just 19 more to go, and death awaits him at the end. By counting, 14 of the bluebirds had an injury, a hole in their body that the spears had inflicted. Some even had multiples. While the 19 birds panicked, Callan targeted the other five who were clearly uninjured.


    He hit a couple of injured ones and missed a lot, his mana reserve has clearly not increased due to the actual lack of mana to absorb, but for some reason, it seems that just circulating magic around the body increases it.


    Callan was able to throw as much as he could without his arms even hurting nor his mana running out. Until only one bluebird was not hit, something changed with them. One bird grabbed another and both of them dropped hugging each other. They separated a few inches and both spun like a drill aiming for Callan.


    He once again spun his spear to the side, this time dodging with not much of a problem or any close calls. Then more came down, it instantly learned if it was actually intentional. The bluebirds dropped in succesion. One after the other in a pattern following my movement, of course, it would never work… well… but it kinda did.


    After only the 7th bird did Callan fail to realize the opportunity he had. He wasn’t perfect, and clearly, the alone time for years had made his brain a little… rotten. The 8th blue bird dropped to him and he aimed a giant sharp spear and threw as hard as he could, of course, still through his imagination.


    The bird stopped with a hole in its head and fell with its wings out and head facing upward. That bird died, and from what Callan knew, that was the first one to actually die. Now only eleven birds existed above. It had been a few minutes already, doesn’t matter how long, but as Callan looked at the mountain he was reaching about the halfway point. It was a good pace, though what awaited him at the bottom was what he feared.


    Bluebirds, or their actual names which are “Galajaro”, are giant furry birds with thick skins that live in the cold. They are not smart creatures, but they did have an instinct that acted more as a warning alert in their system. The scene they just witnessed had made them stop diving down, their distance ever so far away from Callan.


    With the birds not wanting to go down anymore Callan had just fired his spears, trying his best to target either the wings or the last bird who was still uninjured. Which was funny enough, the one all the birds kept fighting to stay behind at.


    Luckily for Callan, each time he successfully damaged the wings, which were thin enough to actually pierce through, the birds would automatically drop down and spin, which was just an instant death. The Birds became like a simple computer game in the 2010s.


    After the third bird, leaving only 8 in the sky. They soon realized that even staying above was not worth it and so in almost an instant all of them dropped down in unison. Based on how far up they were, it was like the second face of a wave fight, now he had a chance to take them all out, but even if he couldn’t it would still bear great results.


    Simultaneously imagining exactly 8 spears, Callan repeatedly fired them at the birds. But they were not all stupid, just prey waiting for their deaths, they all stopped and flew to the side, then instantly went back to dropping. They couldn’t see the magic attacks, but they clearly knew that there was an attack.


    The birds repeated this pattern, rendering Callan to only hit 3 birds. He gave up on the multiple attacks and focused on them one by one, taking 2 more out before they all passed him down. Callan breathed heavily from the exhaustion, his magic had finally caught up to him for a little bit.


    Then, thankfully, he immediately thought he could just throw more spears back down to the falling birds. He quickly turned around and faced a giant bird''s head, he retracted his spear to his body and coated it with heavy defensive magic. He was pushed back.


    One stayed! It… was the one that I couldn’t hit! The bird flew up and tried to attack Callan with its wings. Callan deflected multiple strikes and blew a huge one throwing the bird away. It had no mobility to actually cause much of a problem. Other than its heavy strikes that rendered even Callan’s strength like a baby’s, the bird could be killed instantly.


    The single blue screeched loudly and flapped its wings hard, pointing its beak up and then opening it.


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    Callan split the bird in half. Its body started to fall at the same rate as him, but the bird''s blood constantly flew to Callan, covering him in blood. He moved himself a few meters to the side and saw the frozen water closing in. Every single one of the other birds had fallen past the ice and into the water. The floor is not saying anything about a clear… shit, I think I’ll have to really risk my life against these birds… on land at that.