Greg was about to snap back at his familiar when a new voice cut into the conversation. "Your familiar is right, Roka," His teacher's voice resounded around them as if it was being transmitted by the wind. The two of them turned to look at the aerial battle between his teacher and the monster. The strain was clear to be heard even as she never paused in her fight. Spells of all kinds were flying back and forth between her and the abyssal creature, though even at a glance it was clear that his teacher was at a disadvantage. The only reason she was managing to hold on so far was all the items that Greg had armed her with. Both Greg and his familiar had to look away only a second after they looked at the battle as the sight of the abyssal creature still wreaked havoc on their minds trying to warp their rationality and strip them of their sanity. How his teacher was resisting the corruption of the beast Greg didn't know, but from what little Greg had seen, she didn't seem as affected as b

But while the nascent aspects that the creature possessed weren't developed enough to be a threat to her, the spells and curses that it cast were still far more powerful than she could withstand in her currently weakened state. That's why there was zero arrogance in her even as she turned to face the abyssal creature. What followed was the most life-threatening fight that she had been part of since her betrayal. The hour of flight had allowed her to regain some of her mana but she was nowhere near capacity. Luckily for her, the boy had been paranoid enough to arm her to the teeth. Unlike mages who would be left with 'gunk' in their mana pathways from direct use of mana crystals, magical items had no such problems. Using her supply of mana crystals without any regard for expenditure, she used every item that she could to go to war with the creature. "Hold out for a minute!" Any doubt in Alena that she had made the right decision in choosing to save the boy evaporated when she found

Greg couldn't help the bit of skepticism that he felt at the being's words. Despite his gratitude to the being for the intervention, he still hadn't forgotten that this being was reduced to a pair of eyes because he betrayed the deity-level being that reincarnated Greg. That he would want to help Greg, an agent of his killer, was more than a little suspicious. Also, every time the eyes have been activated so far, Greg would lose control and this being would take over. Was he being tricked? Would this being eventually take over completely if Greg ceded control enough times? All these questions fleeted through Greg's mind in quick succession at the being's words. The being seated across from him, exaggeratedly rolled his eyes. "This is exactly why you are here right now," he said, not bothering to hide the fact that he was privy to Greg's thoughts. "The seals placed on what little is left of me weren't placed there by some random nobody. If I were to attempt to break through them, I wo

Greg was quiet for a long while as he considered the being's words. The more cautious and paranoid side of him was skeptical of everything the being had said. After all, he had no way of figuring out whether any of it was true. The being might very well have fabricated everything whole cloth just to get Greg to trust him. Perhaps when Greg least expected it, he'd be betrayed and lose his life a second time. He simply had no way of knowing. On the other hand, to have such a powerful ally in his corner would be invaluable. To speak nothing of the power he had just demonstrated, the amount of valuable knowledge both on magic and the world, or worlds at large would be a resource Greg could get nowhere else.It was a dilemma that left Greg stumped for a long while. In the end, however, it wasn't his ardent desire for the knowledge this being could share with him or his paranoia over possible duplicitousness that helped him decide. Instead, it was his helplessness. Whether Greg liked it or

Greg had been expecting to be out for a month or two after Morpheus's intervention. As such, he was pleasantly surprised when he woke up to find that only three days had passed according to the healer. It had been a bit jarring to wake up and find himself several feet up in the air with the land rushing past him below. Greg, however, had quickly acclimated as he figured out that they were on top of the tier-two flying vessel that was shaped like an arrowhead. It was this vessel that they had used to ascend the mountain and were now using to return after the wild chase. This vessel barely had a fiftieth of the speed of the tier-three horizon chaser wings. The distance covered by the wings in an hour, had taken this tier-two vessel three days of sixteen hours flying to cover. Looking off in the distance, Greg could see that it would take another hour or two before they reached the foot of the mountain.Greg couldn't help the bit of regret he felt at having missed almost all of the retur