As the churning purple clouds painted the night sky with an ominous hue, the Supreme Spear Magus stood at the window of the Wizard Association’s tower, his gaze fixed on the display of thundering sky.
While staring at the sky, the Spear Magus tapped on a glassy wall. A resonant sound echoed through the tower. Moments later, an elderly man, breathless and anxious, arrived and kneeled outside the door.
“Supreme,” the elder greeted, his voice trembling with respect.
]The Supreme Spear Magus turned his steely gaze toward the elder. After a brief pause, he spoke with a commanding tone, “Find out the identity of the individual living in the luxurious magical castle to the east of our tower. Remember, do not alert anyone.”
The elder bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the floor. “As you command, Supreme,” he responded, then quickly scurried away to carry out the order.
The Supreme Spear Magus returned his gaze to the purple clouds, a serious look etched on his face. “For decades, I have not seen an alchemist capable of summoning purple clouds of this magnitude. Whoever he is, he is worthy of making friends,” he muttered to himself, contemplating the power and potential of this unknown figure.
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Inside the magic castle, Kent was engrossed in his work. Rows of large cauldron pots, more than twenty in number, lay in serial order.
Each cauldron pot contained a different poison, and Kent meticulously dipped physical arrows into these pots, ensuring that each arrowhead was submerged with a unique poison. The ends of the arrows were color-coded to represent the different poisons, a rainbow of lethal concoctions.
Just as he finished the process, a knock echoed from the castle door. Instantly, Kent used his command over the castle to see the face of the visitor.
A feminine figure, fully covered in dark clothes, stood at the door, accompanied by a small pig. Her mysterious appearance piqued Kent’s curiosity and suspicion.
Keeping his guard up, Kent approached the door and opened it cautiously. The figure looked up, revealing striking eyes beneath the hood.
The lady who stood at the castle door is Mohini, and the pig beside her is Lambu. She came to deliver an item sent by Kent’s mother.
“Who are you?” Kent asked, while trying to see her face.
The woman hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Your aunt sent me here to deliver this, young master,” she said softly.
Kent stared at her with a varying look as he hesitated whether to believe in her or not.
Mohini reached into her coat and pulled out a small box. She opened the lid before Kent’s eyes. A talisman intricately designed with protective runes appeared.
“This is for you,” she said, handing it to him. “It’s a protective talisman to counter the lightning. To receive the storm god’s inheritance, one must face lightning’s in the end.
The strength of inheritance depends on how many lightenings one can face. This talisman will help you counter one single lightning. Use it in crucial time to increase the chance of receiving inheritance.”
Kent’s expression softened slightly as he took the talisman. “My aunt?” he echoed, a mix of surprise and confusion in his voice. He examined the talisman, feeling the faint hum of its protective magic. “She didn’t inform me about your arrival. Anyway, thanks for your help.”
Mohini sighed, her eyes reflecting a hint of playful smile. “Young master, be careful. There are many who would do anything to receive the inheritance, and they kill others without any reason. Stay away from the groups. Your aunt specifically asked me to deliver this message.” Mohini gave her suggestion by using Kent’s aunt name.
Kent nodded, slipping the talisman into his storage bracelet. “I will. And thank you for this.”
As Mohini turned to leave, the small pig at her side snorted softly, as if in farewell. Kent watched them go, his mind racing with thoughts of a familiar figure. Images of Kent’s initial bow practice with an old woman and her pig surfaced in his thoughts.
Thinking about the old lady, Kent closed the room door. His focus shifted onto the lightening test of the inheritance and began reading the manuals to know about treasures that could counter the lightening.
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Inside central wizard tower…
In a corner room on the ground floor, Lady Jia and her uncle sat before a dining table. Except for the two, there are no other servants inside the room.
Two of them were eating silently with grim faces. The entire room is pin drop silent, and the rhythmic sand falls inside the hourglass, making a whispering noise.
“Jia…” the elderly man called out in a serious tone. “This is a golden opportunity for our family. Because of your grandfather’s status as the senior elder, our family is receiving great benefits and respect from the wizard association.
After your grandfather, you are the only hope left for our family. If you succeed in receiving the Storm-god inheritance, our family lineage will reach new heights.” Jia’s uncle said with an anticipated look.
Jia silently nodded her head. “I know what to do, uncle. Grandfather already gave me enough treasure to tackle the dangers. I won’t disappoint the family.” Jia replied confidently.
The conversation continued as the uncle continued to speak about all the family drama. Jia focused on her food and nodded her head occasionally.
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Meanwhile, the ground outside began turning into more sandy and fine-grained. Slowly, outlines of a new land began taking place over the surface. The sandy areas are extended several hundred miles.
The wizard association elders and soldier wizards got busy vacating the people who were close to this sandy patch of land and began marking the outskirts of the land mass.
The inheritance ground awakening is very close, and people began hearing strange distant beast cries and occasional rumbling of the sky. In place of purple clouds, dark clouds filled the sky, and a heavy wind began blowing from the sandy landmass.
The Supreme Spear Magus, who is observing everything from the sky, began commanding the elder servants to make preparations.
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Thank you all…
