The forest resonated with the echoes of magic spells and the snarls of wolves.
Aizel dashed to the dead wolves and began neatly picking up each of their bodies, carefully storing them in his storage ring one by one.
With a final surge of mana and lightning, Aizel accelerated toward the meeting place with tremendous speed, his footsteps thudding heavily against the forest floor as he moved.
The repeated use of lightning spells and mana sensing had left Aizel's mind depleted as he sprinted towards the gathering area.
Despite this, he could still feel his mental energy rushing within him, his core beginning to radiate a faint crescent-shaped glow.
As he felt the warm glow emanating from his mental core, Aizel knew that he had finally advanced to become a Grade II mage.
"Now that my core is healed up to Grade II, I might be able to use more complex powers and spells.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!