Master Wyvrill returned to the battlefield in a rage. He was exhausted and seriously injured,, but he needed to vent his anger. The demon lieutenants and soldiers were is target, and he took an hour to wipe them all out. He couldn’t find Master Jhanice’s aura, confirming what he already deduced. But his anger was made worse when he heard the rumblings within the Order camp. He couldn’t find Gilgal’s aura either, and the things he heard made his beard twitch in more rage. Gilgal running away was understandable to him after his secret was made public, but escaping with a Demon was beyond what he could accept. It was Master Wrenz, and his own injuries that stopped him from setting out immediately. Marius had already taken his leave to disappear into the buried ruins of the original library. As Wyvrill healed, he was imagining many scenarios in his head about what would become of Gilgal when found. He couldn’t hide the truth from the Purgers anymore, but he still needed Gilgal! If

Rational thought had long overshadowed sadness and madness. He’d always known that the feral devils wouldn’t be easy to deal with from the first encounter with them, and Yvaine’s words had reinforced that deduction. But he’d needed to vent his sadness and anger. He should have known better.He was running now, and they refused to let him go. He’d lost track of how many he’d killed, but they seemed endless. And worst of all, were the giant ones with bodies as strong as that of practitioners at the Solidified Realm! He’d met two of them at once, and if Yvaine hadn’t acted to distract one of them, he would have been mauled to death already. Their speed was beyond even him. They left afterimages that seemed too real. He almost believed that those afterimages would have the ability to deal him damage. His sword held up better than his body was doing at the moment. “I warned you, you dolt!” Yvaine complained for the umpteenth time as he dragged her along. Some hours ago he would ha

Nur arrived later at Soulwood grove, panting and sweating. Her mount had long given up for the pace she’d set. She’d left it on a patch of grass and continued on foot. When it recovered, it would find it’s way back. That was the night before. The Sun had barely come up today when she trudged into the Grove. The sudden silence and cold didn’t register to her senses immediately. She was so focused on spreading out her sense to notice. She’d long lost track of Gilgal and the Demon Princess, so she was only relying on the fact that they came this way. Now, she was hoping her sense would allow her to notice them. But that was a hard task, given that her sensory range was no better than a few kilometers. Advancing by a single percentage had made her very aware of her own lack. But just like before, advancements were extremely difficult. Not everyone was like Gilgal who advanced seemingly on a whim! The two days of chasing after him had given her time enough to contemplate. She want

Gilgal resisted fiercely. He tried. But everything here was water. The air was water, the land was water. The Sun was gone, and the sky with it. Only water existed here. Only water could exist here. Gilgal’s mind trembled violently. He’d never seen such a tyrannical spell before. Even his memories of the true laws of the world were beginning to feel like a dream; an abomination here. Nothing else could exist but water. His core spun madly within him, even as chaotic energy surged through his vessels, burning and stabbing at him. He roared. A spell that could overwrite reality to the point where the laws were changed entirely. And it didn’t even seem like an illusion. Even his own mind was affected!That sense of crisis had only continued to build until it took up his entire mind now, pulsing. Water surrounded him, and his limbs began to dissolve. He felt no pain, and even believed it was only right that they turn to water. It was law!Other practitioners at the Dominion Realm or

The words stopped Gilgal, just a few feet from Yvaine and the portal. He frowned at Master Wyvrill, but the old Master wasn’t looking at him. Nur froze where she stood with a grimace. She knew to whom the question had been meant, and she had wanted to avoid it. She swallowed heavily and tried to meet Master Wyvrill’s eyes. But it was very difficult.Prior to today, she would have had the confidence to look him in the eye, even when she was under trial. But that had changed. Knowing that the Masters were powerful because of the few spells they displayed, and the stories heard, was not the same as personally witnessing them fight. Back at the battlefield, she’d only seen flashes and felt the terrifying energy fluctuations in the sky.Here, she’d seen both Master Wyvrill and Gilgal display mastery of spells that would have unmade her in an instant. How could she raise her head to him easily? And yet, it had to be done. At this moment, she wouldn’t mind it if Gilgal stepped in to aid