Whoooooosh.
The wooden door opened as four persons appeared inside the pair. Three of them removed their masks and smiled.
"Your disguise was gone at the very last mont. It's amazing, though I don't understand how your mask could withstand the pressure from your attacks at all." Sven said in a calm manner as he stared at Wain that was still on his knees.
"Huh, that mask was made for by a great smith, also Reidar fought fair. He probably wanted to defeat first, then remove my mask, but he failed in that task." Wain spoke with a happy expression as he rose to his feet.
He made his way to the bar and struggled to climb into a high chair. He was feeling bright, strong emotions as the feeling of victory gave him strength, but physically he was completely exhausted.
"You made it into the Top 10... Damn, honestly, I didn't think you could do it. Argh...now I have to escort you to Death Shore, that was the worst deal I ever agreed to." Marlis uttered in a regretful manner while shaking her head.
"Looks like right after a serious fight I'll have to pass another test..." Wain uttered as a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Ahahahaha, Wain, way to go! However, you'll have to wait a little while." Osvald laughed as he smiled widely.
"What...? What are you talking about...?" Wain muttered while his voice grew quieter and quieter.
Bam.
His eyes went blank as he passed out and fell to the floor with an exhausted look.
"Well, at least I'll have ti to prepare..." Marlis said while looking at Wain as she waved her hand.
A green sheath flashed across their bodies as they returned to their normal appearance.
"Death Shore... I still don't understand why he had to go to that place. You told him you could only get him there, but he has to get out on his own, and that's almost impossible." Osvald asked with a serious look as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Sure, but he doesn't care about that. Anyway, I promised, so I'll do it, even though I don't feel like going there at all, because it's the creepiest place that probably exists..." Marlis muttered and clenched her fists as a hint of fear appeared in her powerful gaze.
Tap.
Suddenly soone's hand was on her shoulder as Sven leaned into her ear and whispered, "Don't worry, you can do it, after all, you're the best at portals and passages. You're much better at it than or anyone else."
Sven's praise was a real treasure to Marlis as her cheeks imdiately flushed.
"Hey! Stop whispering! Sven, Wain may be out right now, but we have to celebrate his victory! Only quality alcohol can help us with that!" Osvald exclaid with anticipation before rushing to the bar.
"Well, well, you never change, though I totally agree with you." Sven shook his head and headed forward, after a few steps he stopped, turned to Marlis, and asked with a slight smile on his face, "Will you have a drink with us?"
"Of course!" Marlis exclaid as she waved her hand, "I may not like fighting as much as Osvald, but it really was sothing incredible."
"Fine, just let's help Wain first. He needs to recover as soon as possible..." Sven uttered as he approached Wain.
Marlis nodded.
They lifted Wain and placed him on the table, then Marlis put her palms together and closed her eyes as her aura greatly increased.
At the sa ti, out of the wooden chairs nearby grew long branches that gradually enveloped Wain. The more serious the wound, the more there were branches and green leaves, each containing a large amount of energy.
"Done." Marlis said as she opened her eyes.
"Hmm..." Sven looked at it with a thoughtful look while rubbing his chin, "I don't think that's enough."
"Ah? Do I need to create another one?" Marlis asked while in confusion, "It won't have much effect."
"No. You've already completed your task, now it's my turn." Sven smirked before touching the branch with his fingertip.
His eyes sparkled as a small stream of pure white energy traveled through his finger toward the root. If Wain had seen it, his eyes would have opened wide, for this energy was even purer than in a Soul Pearls.
Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.
At the sa ti, the number of branches increased several tis as yellow flowers began to bloom on them that shone on Wain as though many small suns. This light had healing properties, greatly speeding up the recovery process.
"Alright, that's what we need. Now I ask you to wait a little while. In honor of Wain's victory, I will prepare a special cocktail." Sven said with a calm expression as he headed toward the bar.
"Damn, Sven, how much energy did you use? The healing spell that uses Marlis are so of the best I know, so it must have taken you a whole sea to increase its effectiveness, didn't it?" Osvald asked as a sly smile ford on his face.
"Not much at all." Sven gestured as he squeezed his eyes shut, "It's not like I could discount all the work on Marlis. She already has one of the most dangerous journeys of her life to prepare for."
"Yeah... Though I hate to admit it, I might not even make it to Death Shore alone, I'll need Wain's help. If he makes a mistake, it will be a real disaster." Marlis uttered in a serious voice while looking at Wain.
"Don't worry. He'll be fine for sure. You've seen how he fights and what he's capable of, and besides, he's still just developing. Officially, he's Top-2 in the whole Fourth Chronicle right now." Sven said as he shrugged.
"Right!" Osvald exclaid with a thump on the table, "Don't forget, he's the heir to the Naless King!"
"By the way..." Marlis muttered as if she rembered sothing, "Do you know who is in the first place? Who is Top-1 now?"
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