Kapitel 316: Tired of Hiding

In a flash the finest magic academy in the Acrin Kingdom had been reduced to a shell of its former self; with piles of cracked stone, splintered desks, and shattered glass littering a maze of collapsed hallways. The sea of white clouds at the base of the building had been pulled into four towering funnels before being scattered by a violent detonation. The pungent stench of blackpowder mixed into the misty air. Shadows darted from cover to cover, hesitating when spells flashed. The echo of metal on bone and flesh would never stop.

"I remember..." Two hands covered Doevm's mouth as soon as he had spoken. He was familiar with both of them.