The team left the phantom City of Fortuna as quickly as they entered it. This time they dragged two more people into the physical world, so the team now bore six, wonderful members. A group of six was a bit crowded for a friend group, but they didn’t mind, and believed in the phrase which cites ‘the more the merrier’ - As progress-seeking mages, they also understood that there was strength in numbers!A good example was that their newish task, or quest in front of them was bound to be a difficult one, so in hindsight, it seemed all the more advantageous to approach the quest as a crowd! Arvena cited that they were going to need a strong arsenal of powers if they were to succeed in attaining those ancient rings, the rings that were supposed to remove their mana brackets.The location that she had read about in those phantom books, was going to mess up their home-aimed trajectory quite a bit. In simple words, in the future, they would get back home if they kept heading south, but in thi

With Lena as a brand new addition, the team of five became a team of six. In the world of magic, a bigger team oftentimes was better, even in this case where Lena was significantly weaker in comparison to the rest of the group. Once she caught up with everyone else, she'd be another power-ampted mage that the world had to deal with!Anyway, apart from being a stunning Phantom Alchemist, Lena also had a big heart. She couldn't part with her family just like that, and she didn't want to leave them vulnerable either, so she began to bargain with Timothy.“Looks like I'm leaving home forevers, or for a very long long time, Tim. I won't see them for a while…” She expressed. Afterwards, she requested. “Can't you make them stronger as well? They have to protect themselves, and they can't spend the rests of their lives in a tree… Trust me, it's really boring.”“Oh, I believe that.” His eyes widened, “To me, being bored is worse than being hit by a fireball, and I'm not kidding, so, any speci

Timothy’s fourth plan would be considered simple for the average dark mage. For example, the average necromancer would simply reanimate old corpses, and have them rise from the ground regardless of how old they were, oftentimes they were skeletons, even, but with Timothy, that was not the case and his methods weren’t as simple. He wanted his slaves to be self aware, conscious, fully healthy, and he wanted them to know what they were fighting for. Such a thing was difficult to ask for even from an Expert Mage, because one could not mimic life itself that easily, but Timothy had cleverly found loopholes, or shortcuts. He was merely a new Adept Mage now, but this fact didn’t matter much, because he had created his first slave when he was technically considered a beginner, and now, he should be able to create them at almost triple the speed!The main advantage that he had, was the fact that he had a high MQ, which stood for Mana Quoitent, or cognitive ability when it came to the understa

Timothy and his remaining, one-hundred-and-ninety-nine slaves reached a consensus. They weren’t going to kill each other, which at this point he understood that it was a lot to ask for from the slaves that he had created with his own mana. He was even surprised that he convinced them to fight for him, minutes after the slaves tried to start a rebellion all together, but they reached a consensus already, as mentioned.Timothy hadn’t nearly expected to get attacked by one of his slaves today, but it happened, and so he was trying to catch up with their train of thought. Creations who were too smart for their own good, would logically end up making unique demands, and at some point, the minimal respect they were supposed to give to their master, would become optional. He made a mistake when he made them this intelligent.However, even though he could kill these slaves off right now, perhaps through the Green Plague ability alone, he chose to spare them. He didn’t want to waste his mana b

The common mage didn't carry a shovel. Today, that fact was very inconvenient because they could use some shovels if they were to dig out the goblin slaves out of that landslide. Timothy and Gustav were left with a few options. They could either compromise their rescue mission by having tens of other goblins come over here and try to help, potentially hurting the injured men and women more than helping them, or the two of them could do this task alone, very slowly, by using their hands to shovel the dirt and rock away.After he considered those couple of options, Timothy was not satisfied. By all odds, another landslide might occur soon, on the count that the Kelketuk was rustling around with a giant, less than thirty meters away! Hell, the recoil from Arvena's fireballs might cause another landslide alone, because the mountainside's surface was that prone to collapsing within itself.“Fuck…” Tim grunted, as he became more and more aware of his options. “These guys are going to get f