Under the clear sky and windy breeze of summer, the scholar and his teacher are standing at the side of a small-abandoned path that leads to the western wall. They look both serious and curious about what’s going to happen. With two pairs of eyes that were sharpened to their extent and trees which are sheltered in bright green armor, they are preparing themselves to witness the unsolved enigma of the Kradenfolt Ruin.
“ I will strike you down with a tremendous amount of mana. It’s going to be swift and deadly. Please make sure you stay put, my child. “
Lord Eilan unleashed his magic. Winds are surging around him, mustering into the tip of his right index as his left hand is wavering around. Although it’s clear that he tried hard to make his magic less eye-catching since they don’t want to be questioned by the guards, but with the amount of concentrated magic, it’s surely a very tough task to do so.
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