[Now attend me well. I shall teach thee an incantation wrought by mine other half and my son, forged together in ages past.]
Marika said, her voice lingering for a second as memories of the old rushed back. Oh, how long ago it was.
Time had indeed changed so much. So much time had passed.
She could hardly believe that centuries down the line, the incantation her son helped Radagon create would be taught by her to someone else.
A nostalgic smile appeared on her face.
[Its called, Light of Discus.]
[It taketh form as a circular dish of golden light, wrought of holy power. Thou mayst swing it forth toward thine enemy; its edge cutteth true, and beyond that mortal harm, it beareth potent holy judgment.]
Marika slowly raised her hands forward, and indeed a golden dish appeared in her hands—a radiating ring of light rotating atop her palm like the rings of Jupiter, or an interstellar blade hole with limitless mass at unfathomable temperature, illuminating the universe.
"It's beautiful," Orion blurted out. The golden light was indeed beautiful, and the fact that it matched Marika's grace so well only enhanced its charm.
[Hmm… it sure is.]
She nodded, eyes soft, as though seeing Miquella himself within the ring.
Orion suddenly remembered that she could have used this technique when he was getting his hands handed to him by those undead, but she had let him die. However, seeing her somewhat downcast expression, he relented.
[Mine own is but an illusion; the true incantation shineth far brighter with grace, resembling my child himself. Oh… Miquella. That child strayed upon a grievous path. At times, I wonder if I failed him utterly, as a mother.]
As her tone dulled, so did her aura—not fading, but becoming more melancholic.
Filing away the answer to his earlier question, feeling a bit better now that he knew she hadn't simply let him die, Orion thought about how to improve her mood.
"Well, I never had parents. All I accomplished in my life was on my own, which wasn't much, by the way, but I was proud of it.
"So I'm the last person to speak on this matter, but if you ask me, if I had a parent who would think about me and feel remorse if I were to fall for some reason… I'd consider myself quite lucky."
Orion's own voice became a bit melancholic.
He knew quite well what kind of goddess she was. However, still, he wouldn't have minded her if that meant he had a parent when he really needed one.
Sigh…
[And here I thought my champion naught but a brute, deaf to all sophistry. Hah… thou art a strange man indeed.]
A smile graced her beautiful face as she slowly caressed his cheek, as though she saw her children themselves in him for a second, making Orion flustered.
"Okay, so how do I use this, then. This ring of light—Discus," he hurriedly changed the topic, uncomfortable with emotional conversations.
Marika just chuckled at this, a bit amused at how easy it was to tease him.
Finally, she went on to tell him the actual incantation of the spell.
[Very well. This is the incantation thou must remember to wield that power. Mark it well, and forget it not.]
[Hear me, O grace that circles eternity.Take shape, take edge, take judgment.Spin forth, return true—Discus of Light.]
Marika spoke slowly, making sure to express and emphasize every word.
"Wait… you mean I have to say that incantation every time I use it?" Orion was gobsmacked.
'This sucked. In the game there was no need for this,' he complained internally.
[How else wouldst thou wield it? 'Tis called an incantation for a reason—thou must give it voice ere it may answer.]
Marika sighed, deadpan.
Orion sighed harder.
And thus started his training in the spell. It turned out that just saying the incantation with a seal in his hand wouldn't do. He had to learn every spell and incantation he wished to use.
For the next few hours, the outside of the boss room became Orion's personal training ground.
Golden light flashed, fizzled, spun the wrong way, clipped gravestones, and—on one unfortunate attempt—curved back and smacked him square in the shoulder.
"—Ow. Okay. That one definitely returned too true."
Marika watched from above with her arms folded, equal parts regal and incredulous.
[Again.]
Orion sighed and raised the seal, breath steadying as he recited—slowly, carefully, like a student afraid of missing a syllable on an exam.
[Hear me, O grace that circles eternity—Take shape, take edge, take judgment—Spin forth, return true—Discus of Light.]
This time, the spell answered cleanly.
A radiant disc of golden light formed, smooth and humming, before launching forward in a perfect arc. It sliced clean through a crumbling headstone, curved elegantly midair, and returned to hover obediently before dissolving.
Orion blinked.
"…That one felt good."
Marika stared.
Utterly stared.
Then narrowed her eyes.
This incantation—her incantation, born of the Golden Order itself—was not meant to be simple. Even devoted clerics took weeks to form the light properly, months to control its return. And yet—
"Three hours," Orion muttered, rolling his shoulder. "Damn it, one damn incantation took three hours. In-game this would've taken, like… two button presses. Not to mention I'm already feeling like I'm running out of memory to learn more."
'That's why the game had memory stones…' Orion complained to himself.
Marika nearly choked on her own disbelief.
[Weeks, Tarnished. It taketh weeks for most to even shape the disc.]
"Meh," he said, shrugging. "Don't compare those of mediocrity to me. I have my own gamer's pride."
For the first time in a very long time, Marika felt utterly speechless. She knew her Tarnished was quite a shameless man.
And to her mounting irritation, the hardest part wasn't his control, his focus, or even his faith—after he miraculously placed his faith in her, she still had her suspicions about that—but it wasn't learning the incantation where he truly struggled.
It was the chant.
He took three hours to remember the chant with all its high notes and prayers attached to it, in different conditions.
He stumbled over it constantly.
"—Take edge, take… judgment? No wait, judgment first—damn it—"
[Order, my lord. It is order.]
She rubbed her temple.
What manner of being learned divine technique with reckless ease, yet tripped over words like a drunken bard?
As Orion launched another near-perfect Discus—only slightly crooked this time—Marika studied him with renewed scrutiny.
[Truly… what art thou?]
Her Tarnished only grinned, exhausted and glowing faintly with grace.
"Me… just another grown-up Gen Z, figuring out why I exist…" He winked.
-x-
With Discus of Light now resting firmly in his arsenal, Orion stepped back into the graveyard with renewed resolve.
The earth shuddered.
Bones clawed free of soil. Rusted blades scraped against stone. One, then three, then a dozen undead skeletons rose once more, empty sockets burning with dull malice as they surged toward him.
Orion exhaled slowly.
"Round two," he muttered.
He raised the seal and spoke the words—this time without hesitation.
[Hear me, O grace that circles eternity.Take shape, take edge, take judgment.Spin forth, return true—Discus of Light.]
Golden radiance bloomed in front of him, forming a perfect, humming disc. With a sharp gesture, Orion sent it flying.
The destructo disc's rip off carved through the first skeleton's ribcage like paper.
Instead of reassembling, the bones ignited.
Holy fire raced along the remains, burning bright and clean. The skeleton collapsed into ash, its rusted sword clattering uselessly to the ground.
If that wasn't enough, the Discus of Light actually attacked multiple targets in its path. Orion took down four skeletons in just one attack by aligning his throw right.
Orion's eyes widened. "Oh. That's… way better."
The Discus curved midair, slicing through two more undead. Each struck skeleton burst into radiant flame, their forms unraveling under holy judgment. No rattling rebuild. No second rise.
Just fire. Final and absolute.
The remaining skeletons charged faster, weapons swinging wildly. Orion dodge-stepped between strikes, rolled beneath a sweeping axe, and sent the Discus out again. It spun through the graveyard like a blade of sunlight, leaving only burning piles behind.
One skeleton managed to stab him shallowly in the side. Orion hissed, staggered back, and flung the Discus point-blank.
The holy light engulfed the undead in a flare so bright it cast long shadows across the gravestones.
Silence followed.
The only problem with any magic- or faith-type build was that casting magic or incantations required time, and if interrupted, it wouldn't work.
Discus of Light was still faster than most incantations, and it was spammable, surprisingly taking very little mana.
The fire settled, crackling softly as golden embers drifted upward. The graveyard stood still once more.
Orion lowered his arm, breathing hard.
"…They're not getting up," he said, almost in disbelief.
Above the dying flames, small butterflies appeared like moths attracted to fire, fluttering gently through the air, their light soft and serene. Even after their wings caught fire, they danced near the flames as if they were one with it.
Orion was about to advance the level when his eyes caught the peculiarity of those butterflies.
"Oh… there's such a nice thing here…" A smile appeared on his face, confusing Marika.
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A/N : A elden ring player would know what I mean with those butterflies. As for the incantation, its only seems natural that he say it like how most magic work in Danmachi.
I know... I know bells magic doesn't work like that, and thus I don't intent for magic spells to have any chant, only incantations.
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