A grueso ball of acidic green mucus ca crashing down on the casters and slaves below the city wall. Its half a ter diater glory burst into tiny drops just inches above the ground. It shot in all directions violently.
Ah!
Countless monsters shrilled in agony. The mucus was highly corrosive and any contact would render one with huge bleeding sses. The casters that followed behind the slaves werent safe from the attack. Chaos ensued.
A periwinkle-robed caster swiftly avoided a stream of deadly acid. Shed frantically rolled over uncaringly atop the corpses and filth caking the ground. A huge patch of lush grass rotted away while the piles of bones and carcasses turned into smoking charcoal upon contacting the mucus. The caster quickly brought up her magic staff to murmur a spell. Blue jagged ice spears manifested in the air as the surrounding temperature dipped dangerously.
Go! Her crisp voice rang. The ice spears rushed forward in a flurry. Crash! The sound of ice shattering could be heard from afar, followed by a series of pained howls from the Botanians. Her delicate face resurfaced once the corrosive fus that filled the war ground dissipated. The battle had ended fairly quickly, much like the current norm on the minor plane. The deciding factor behind every successful and speedy Botanian city invasion was their intel.
The small city guarded by only one lord had managed to hold on for two days and one night, a sign that the city lord was not a pushover.
Daenie, do you need any recovery potion? I got so on .
Wow, youve grown stronger!
That ice burst attack earlier was incredible! Did you learn this from Grandisterin Parlina recently?
Praises, goodwill and concern were showered upon her. Daenie mainly responded with a slight smile. Truth be told, everyone among them had grown. The gullible lass who needed help from Locke and Angelina had grown to be a person of her own in their absence.
She returned to her camp to wash away the pungent sll of death and sweat with handy water spells. Following that, she trekked towards the main tent in a fresh set of robes. On her way, casters and patrolling slaves alike would greet her courteously. Everyone knew that Daenie was Parlinas ntee since theyd been fighting in the sa war for close to two years. Her ears perked up upon approaching the tent, picking up the faint voice of her ntor. It seed like Parlina was talking with soone; she could detect a hint of joy in her tone.
Did sothing good happen? Daenie couldnt help but feel curious. Ever since Magister Reiner was severely injured and forced to seek dical attention in Battlezone 7 six months ago, there was rarely a smile on Parlinas face. She headed inside, finding Magister Porscher beside her ntor. Even more shockingly, Magister Ashar, who still hadnt recovered from her injuries completely, was there as well.
Good day, Grandisterin Parlina. She greeted her ntor respectfully before shuffling over to a circle of quasi-Magisters on the side.
Parlina rely acknowledged her ntees greeting with a slight nod before resuming her conversation with Porscher. While Daenie was just a mid-rank Lehrling, Parlina had given her a platform to interact with peak high-rank Lehrlings. It could only be said that Daenue lucked out and got a good ntor.
The reason behind the Magisters need for ntees had much to do with their profession and the institute. Magical studies and experints required plenty of assistance. Plus, the Sanctum had set a strict standard for the number of classes and ntees Magisters of different ranks needed to educate.
The main difference that set apart Daenie from most Lehrlings was Parlinas intent on training her as a successor. This had garnered envy from the others but the Lehrlings could only try to remain on good terms with Daenie.
Many casters and knights, especially those below level-one, flourished in the two-year conquest. Since this was their first war, the first encounters of the wonders and dangers of a foreign plane had forced them to stumble and fall. Those thatd managed to survive thus far were those that could adapt the best. Daenie was bound to impress her friends and family when she returned to Aomar. Daenie used to be the least opinionated and courageous person. Shed preferred to abide by the instruction of others but she was no longer the sa person now.
She brushed strands of silky hair away from her face as she joined the quasi-Magisters discussion on ranking wind elent energy. Peaceful educated discussions like these were the casters version of the knights drunken tavern rambles. As her seniors rambled on about magic, Daenie listened in on the Magisters conversation.
I cant believe the kids will be back so soon, said Parlina cheerfully from her seat.
Yeah, I still rember that boy nad Locke. Hes quite the witty knight, Porshcer said.
The Magisters indulged themselves in their conversation, occasionally bringing up the topic of handling their most recently defeated Botanian city. To no ones surprise, Ashar remained silent throughout the exchange.
Ashar, are you sure you dont need more rest? Parlina couldnt mask her concern.
The shadowmancer was dressed in her usual dark robes. Perhaps Locke was the only one aware of her pale, lithe figure.
Porcher glanced over in equal concern. The only answer theyd received was a nonchalant Yeah.
Parlina had known her for centuries so her aloof display was nothing strange. Porcher smiled wryly at the terse response. After all, Ashar had only gotten injured as a result of helping him slay a Botanian city lord earlier today.
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