Seventh floor cleared

With that in mind, we spent our time having a calm chat about our past. The group talked about their previous year in Ilvermorny, their backgrounds and what they did beforehand. It served as a good way to get closer to each other.

Jenna was the daughter of a small shop owner in the magical district. They sold animals and information that they heard or received from reputable sources ahead of time. if anyone wanted the latest information on something, they went to her shop.

This naturally influenced her when she was growing up. Causing her to develop this fascination with gathering information and travelling the world meet new acquaintances, contacts and gather amazing never before heard information she would sell for exorbitant prices.

As it turned out, she was a miser who loved to hoard money. She loved to earn it but abhorred to lose it. A funny prospect considering how expensive it is to travel everywhere.

Eventually, we finished our meals and headed back to the arena where the small statue was waiting for us quietly on its stone stool. Slowly swinging its legs out of boredom. Its eyes regained a spark of life the moment it noticed us walking in.

"Ah! You're back. That's great. Ready for the seventh floor?" it asked with excitement. It was clear that it was rather exciting to watch me fight. I couldn't blame him. I could imagine how entertaining and mind-boggling it must be to watch such horrifying creatures battle it out against a twelve-year-old.

It honestly felt a little unreal when I thought about it myself. I was only twelve this year, I was already stronger than most wizards in the world. A very unrealistic scenario. But my circumstances were different, I had literal gods inside of my body helping me with all my problems. Even if they didn't always give me the direct answer, they always led me down the right path.

I would be labelled incompetent if I wasn't this strong with their help. But what I did need to do was to digest what I had learned and created to make sure everything was covered. Getting stronger at such a quick rate can produce negative side effects.

Such as overconfidence, narrow mindedness and dependence on what I currently had. I needed to make sure that I wasn't depending on my current strength but instead building on top of it. Making sure the foundation was solid was also important.

I have been slacking in my physical training ever since I got the herculean strength spell.

And that is not a good thing no matter what way you look at it.

In order to increase the duration of wearing my armour, I needed to increase my base strength. Increasing it with magic didn't actually impact the duration of the armour.

I was initially frustrated since the whole purpose of that spell, originally, was to make it easier to train and stop with all that physical exercise.

But Drak told me that the armour was based on the physical level without the input of magic whatsoever. The armour was bound to my soul, so it could actually detect what was what. It was all so confusing, and I still don't fully understand, but what I did glean out of it was that no amount of magic was going to help me get out of my tedious training.

I thought about all of this as I mopped the floor with the faces of the 10 level seven beasts.

There was a vampire that had long red hair, golden eyes and a long red coat on. He looked beautiful honestly, uncomfortably so actually. So much so that I took him out first. It was very weird to be facing such a creature. It couldn't do anything to me and couldn't even use his blood magic due to not having scratched me.

The Veela was just as easy to take down. A single thunderbolt from the cloud I created, and I had fried chicken.

The beasts were honestly no different from the level six creatures in terms of intelligence. It all came down to their destructive capabilities. But even then, I surpassed them with mild ease. It was a bit taxing, and I was actually hit with a spike from one of the beasts.

It impaled me right through the stomach and shattered my spine.

Honestly, I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared in that moment. I lost all sensitivity below the waist, and I crumbled to the floor like a tower of Jenga.

As I was panicking it took Drak's voice to calm me down. He explained that it wouldn't be permanent and that it was actually incredibly easy to fix. Having calmed down, I created an illusion which made hundreds of myself appear all over the floor. Confusing the enemies instantly.

I had subtly apparated to a corner and was healing myself with my eye power. It took about 40 seconds before my body was mended fully and my sensitivity was restored.

I still had a lingering fear. Being disabled was a frightening prospect I would never want to experience.

Through that encounter, I realised just how much I had been taking magic for granted. And how little I truly cherished it. I guess this revelation and subsequent enlightenment alone made this whole journey through the arena worth it.

As I walked out of the field for the seventh time, I was swarmed by the gang as their worried faces plagued my sight.

Percival's brows were tightly scrunched up as he grabbed me by my shoulders and looked at my stomach.

"Tom! Are you ok? I saw what happened. Are you injured? Do you need to go to the infirmary?" He asked worriedly.