Kapitel 788: Abyssal Land Wolf

⟬ Second sun in the Tree God's Forest, present time. ⟭ 

"UgHHHHhhhh!!!" Krysaos wiped the sweat on his brow and gasped for air, "My lungs feel like they're on FIRE!!!"

"Keep thy focus, friend-human," King hmphed. "Thy weakness exists only in thy mind."

Tycondrius followed the two, one hand calmly resting on the hilt of his sword. He'd finally devised a clever way to distract the Elven Ancient from his impatience... though for how long was yet to be seen. 

King was utilizing limited Body-Control magic to assist Krysaos with training, largely muting the gentleman's spellcasting ability while positively influencing his martial capacity. 

Before their trip to the forest, Krysaos' reaction speed and environmental awareness was only marginally better than that of an ordinary human. Without the use of magic as a crutch, he was forced to develop his skills in order to avoid taking an injury too severe for Tycon to heal.