Manaless Mage-Chapter 311: Just a puppet waiting to be controlled

Crackle—BOOM!

A powerful burst of lightning exploded from Miranda’s palms, unleashed with a surge of raw elemental fury.

The glowing arcs sprang forward like unleashed serpents, writhing as they tore across the battlefield and struck the spinning tornado where Harry had been flung.

In an instant, the winds howled louder—angrier—as the lightning clashed with the raging cyclone.

FWOOOOOSH!

The massive vortex, once a gale of pure wind, began to shimmer with flickers of light.

The electric current crawled through it, weaving into the roaring funnel like streaks of divine wrath.

Within seconds, the entire tornado was engulfed by radiant bolts, becoming a roaring storm of wind and lightning.

Sparks surged through the swirling mass—violent, volatile, chaotic.

BZZZZZZZTTT!!!

Each spark that lashed out from the tornado cracked like a whip, and wherever they touched, destruction followed. Trees blackened and split. Stones burst apart.

The grass was scorched into ash. Sparks danced across the ground like rabid spirits, charring everything they made contact with.

The battlefield became a storm-ravaged wasteland in moments.

Miranda stood still, arms extended, her breath heavy. Her eyes locked onto the glowing core of the violent lightning tornado. Her gloves fizzled with remaining electric energy, and her expression, while serious, carried a glimmer of confidence.

"That should keep him down..." he muttered to herself, though for some reason, she still wasn’t convinced.

However, she couldn’t see how Harry would escape such a powerful attack without coming out with critical injuries.

’Maybe... I should have held back a bit.’ She thought, her eyes narrowing at the raging lightning tornado.

Meanwhile, inside the tornado, Harry spun.

Or rather, he appeared to spin—helplessly tossed around by the winds, as if at the mercy of the overwhelming elemental forces.

Lightning cracked dangerously around him, brushing past his body and singing the air. His hair was wild, his clothes fluttered violently, and his body drifted midair like a toy in a storm.

But then—

’Lightning?’ He thought, watching one of the radiant sparks zip across his vision. It crackled past him, searing a chunk of stone to his left. His eyes narrowed faintly. ’She infused lightning into it?’

He shifted his gaze upward as the currents continued to pull him. The bright streaks of energy had completely merged with the tornado, turning it into a devastating construct of nature and magic. Wind and lightning fused as one, lashing out with wild unpredictability.

’So she can combine spells...?’

His expression grew thoughtful.

This wasn’t a single tier four spell. No... he could tell from the structure. The mana density. The elemental layering.

’It’s two tier threes,’ He realized. ’Wind and Lightning ... both nearing mastery.’

His smirk returned.

’Clever. By synchronizing them like this, she’s essentially mimicked a tier four spell in output!’

The storm crackled louder around him.

Sparks kissed his skin, but the moment they made contact, tiny arcs of blue lightning rippled over his body, diffusing the energy instantly.

Harry’s body slowed in the current.

He didn’t spin anymore, neither did his body continue drifting through the current helplessly.

He just stopped, completely.

The wind continued to howl. Lightning continued to lash. But Harry Ainsworth stood still in midair within the eye of the storm, his feet not even touching the ground.

His clothes fluttered in the violent winds, but his body did not move.

His hand slowly rose, brushing aside a crackling bolt that tried to graze his shoulder. A faint white light shimmered over his skin, repelling it without resistance.

’If I didn’t learn that earlier, this might’ve actually done some damage...’ He mused quietly.

The spell Miranda cast was dangerous. Especially for a stage three Elementalist. A wild fusion of lightning and wind that could obliterate almost anyone caught within it unprepared.

But Harry wasn’t unprepared.

His eyes narrowed slightly as a particularly violent spark of lightning crackled past his face, its jagged arc screaming through the chaos.

For a split second, the world seemed to slow. The winds howled. Energy tore through the air. And yet—Harry remained perfectly still.

He reached out.

His hand rose, fingers spread loosely, and a faint white light shimmered across his palm. It was subtle—a thin veil of energy cloaking his skin—but the moment it appeared, something impossible happened.

The wild lightning spark, once thrashing with primal ferocity, paused.

It didn’t explode. It didn’t clash.

It simply... calmed.

The spark halted mid-flight, its jagged arcs twitching erratically for a moment—before slowly drifting toward his outstretched hand. It circled his palm like a curious serpent, and then began spiraling up his arm.

More sparks followed.

One by one, the lightning bolts dancing within the storm shifted—drawn to him like moths to flame. They moved away from the tornado’s vortex, slithering through the raging wind to wrap around Harry’s body like a cloak of living electricity.

Crackle.

Fwooom.

The winds didn’t touch him.

Though he stood in the very heart of the raging tornado, not a single gust pressed against his skin. Not a single current forced his clothes back.

The violent whirlwind spun with unrelenting force just a meter away—but in a strange, almost reverent circle, the air curved around him.

It was as if the tornado itself dared not approach him.

Lightning spiraled around his arms, calmly—obediently.

His eyes glowed faintly with blue light, twin embers of restrained storm magic. And his lips curled upward, not in arrogance, but in amused understanding.

’Your spell might be powerful, Miranda,’ Harry thought, as another surge of energy danced across his skin. ’But in front of my energy... it’s nothing more than a puppet, waiting to be controlled.’

Another thing Harry managed to learn during the four months he spent training his energy was how to take control over mana.

According to Leon, their energy was the purest form, from which mana and all other kind of energies were derived.

Due to this, they could easily subdue the other energies by injecting a trace of their energy into them.

They could also ’absorb’ and even ’replicate’ spells made with other energies such as mana, which was what he saw Leon did when he absorbed the celestial Cieal’s attack and sent it back to her.

However, to do that required an extremely high control over energy, one which Harry hadn’t attained yet.

All he could do was seize control or absorb a small portion of Miranda’s spell, which was what he was doing currently.

’But still... it’s very impressive, rendering your opponent’s attack useless.’ Harry thought, gathering the lightning swirling around his arm into a small lightning ball.