Chapter 1343: First Magic Combat

[A Few Months Later]

"Huu…"

Neron felt his muscles tense up as his gaze focused on the only thing standing in his line of sight—the only thing that currently mattered to him.

About a dozen meters from him was a Golem. It didn't look particularly fancy or anything, but Neron knew full well that it was capable.

The Golem was made out of Earth, but even that was constructed with none other than Mordred's Magic within the space they were in.

In essence, the Golem was simply an extension of that Magic.

"Tell me when you're ready." A voice echoed from behind Neron—one he knew belonged to his father.

Right now, Mordred was watching him… waiting to see the result of his few months of training.

Neron could feel saliva form at the back of his throat. Over the weeks—which soon became months—he had learned a lot from this man.

Slowly, a certain desire had formed within him.

'I don't want to let him down!'