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Chapter 647
The red beams were not just flying toward the city of Glassview. They were aiming for a very specific place inside the city. They were heading straight for the Street of Alchemists. They were heading for the Gilded Rose District. Elias Thorpe knew exactly where Caster lived. Thorpe knew about the old, dusty herb shop. Thorpe wanted to break Caster’s spirit. If he could not kill Caster on the battlefield, he was going to burn Caster’s home to the ground. But it was not just a shop. The Gilded Rose District was full of innocent people. It was full of poor families, bakers, and young apprentices who had nowhere else to go. "They are going to hit the city!" a Glassview soldier yelled, pointing at the sky. Caster turned around. He looked at Inquisitor Graves. Graves was already pulling a small, glowing black crystal from his pocket. It was a communication stone. "Command, this is Graves," the Inquisitor barked into the crystal. "Incoming artillery fire! The Crimson Alliance has laun
Chapter 646
The mud fell from the sky like heavy, dirty rain. Caster Spellbound lay flat on his back. His ears rang with a loud, high-pitched whistling sound. He held his breath. He pressed his arms tightly against his chest, protecting the small object hidden inside his gray coat. He was still holding the overloaded, screaming black crystal. It was filled with dark, necrotic ash and the chaotic, bloody red magic he had sucked out of the dying soldiers. The crystal shook violently. It wanted to explode. Caster squeezed it with all his might, refusing to let it break. Slowly, Caster opened his gray eyes. The battlefield was a mess of smoke and fire. Young Glassview soldiers were crawling out of the mud, coughing and looking around in shock. The giant blue magical shield that had protected their camp was completely gone. Caster pushed himself up onto his knees. His broken ribs burned like sharp knives. He ignored the pain. He looked straight ahead, staring toward the western horizon. Two miles
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Caster turned around, preparing to walk out of the tent and disappear back into the chaos of the camp. But as he turned, a shadow fell across his path. Standing in the entrance of the large canvas tent was a man. He did not wear the gray armor of a soldier. He did not wear the blue robes of a healer. He wore a long, perfectly clean, sharp black coat. His silver hair was slicked back smoothly. His pale gray eyes looked at Caster with absolute, freezing intelligence. It was Inquisitor Graves. The highest, smartest, most dangerous spy of the Glassview High Council. The man who had interrogated Caster in the freezing underground cells just a few days ago. Graves stood in the doorway. He slowly raised his pale hands. He clapped three times. The slow, mocking sound echoed loudly in the quiet tent. "A miracle," Inquisitor Graves said softly. His voice was smooth as silk, but it carried a deadly, hidden blade. "A true, beautiful miracle."Caster froze. His heart hammered against his bro
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Caster ignored her. He pulled the glowing lavender crystal out of his pocket. The soft, silver-purple light illuminated the dark, muddy tent. The healers gasped. They had never seen magic like this before. It did not look like Tower magic. It looked incredibly old and incredibly pure. "Hold him still," Caster ordered the healers. The head healer was too shocked to argue. She saw the absolute, unbreakable authority in Caster’s gray eyes. She rushed forward and held the screaming boy’s shoulders down against the crate. Caster looked at the terrible, mutated red bone growing out of Toby’s chest. He gently pressed the glowing lavender crystal directly against the red bone. The sound was not a violent explosion. It was the sound of a massive, heavy breath being sucked inward. The moment the lavender crystal touched the mutation, the red magic reacted in pure terror. The screaming red energy tried to run away. It tried to dig deeper into the boy’s body. But the crystal was a perfect,
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Caster pulled his brown hood low over his face. He gripped his wooden walking stick. He walked casually toward the trucks, acting like a busy mechanic looking for tools. When he was ten feet away from the guards, Caster stopped. He reached down into the mud. He picked up a small, smooth stone. He looked at a truck parked right behind the guards. The truck was full of spare iron tires and heavy metal chains. Caster flicked his wrist. He threw the small stone as hard as he could. The stone flew through the air and hit the metal side of the truck. The sound was sharp and loud. "What was that?" one of the black-armored guards shouted. He raised his glowing purple rifle. "Check the truck!" the squad leader ordered. "It might be a Crimson spy!"All four guards turned their backs on the lead boxes. They ran toward the truck, pointing their guns into the shadows. It was a very old, very simple trick. But in the middle of a terrifying, noisy war, simple tricks worked perfectly. Caster
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The sky above the Rift Plains was a nightmare of torn colors. Half of the sky was a bruised, sick purple. The other half was a screaming, violent red. Down in the mud, the Glassview medical tent was a place of pure horror. It was a massive tent made of thick gray canvas, set up a mile behind the front lines. But the front lines were falling apart. The Crimson Alliance was pushing forward with their terrible red energy weapons. The walking mountain of iron, the Crimson Engine, fired its heavy cannons again and again. Inside the medical tent, there were no beds left. The ground was covered in wet, freezing mud. Hundreds of young Glassview soldiers lay in the dirt. They were bleeding. They were crying. They were begging for their mothers. Caster Spellbound walked through the mud. He carried a heavy wooden bucket of dirty water. He was supposed to be a simple mechanic named Cass. He wore a torn, dirty gray jacket. His face was covered in dark soot. He had tried to walk straight towar
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