Bab 250: Summoned

The forest outside Westfall Village was bright and clear, the verdant canopy shining under the sun, casting large pools of shade between patches of sparkling sunlight. A thick, summer breeze carrying the gentle heat of the evening wafted through the branches, flowing with pollen and the hot with the scent of woodsmoke. 

I leaned against the ancient stump, legs curled beneath me and hands folded peacefully in my lap. My eyes drifted between the clash of wooden swords in the corner and the chants of magic happening before me. 

"Summon Lesser Spirit: Wind!" Tana cried, her eyes flashing open as her chant came to an end.