Book 5, Chapter 95 (1/2)
Requisition(2)
“Thank you for the grace, Your Excellency! She is definitely worth healing!” One could see a hint of tears in the lead warrior’s eyes. He knew just how precious Hasting’s soul force was, and a legendary mage’s best wasn’t as simple as it seemed.
“What’s her name?” Hasting asked.
“She calls herself Silverwolf.”
“Silverwolf? Interesting name, but I can see why… Alright, you lot can leave. I will have to test her soul protection first. Remember to send any special Daxdus corpses my way.”
“Of course!” The lead warrior agreed and retreated from the hall. This wasn’t any new request.
When the warriors were gone, Hasting gently placed his hand on the girl’s forehead, eyes slowly turning a pale green. The girl’s body slowly turned transparent, only revealing specks of light that indicated the power of her soul.
“Eh… This is… Wow, there are soulmasters in Norland that are this good? Could one of the old men have returned? Wait… what’s this… Oh no…”
The green in Hasting’s eyes dissipated as he gazed at the sleeping girl with a look of exhaustion. Her soul injuries were far more serious than he had assumed, and if not for the protection she would have died long ago. “Well, what do I do… Sigh, forget it. Why did I have to say I’ll do my best? Now I have no choice but to go all out.”
The legendary mage walked over to an ancient cupboard, withdrawing a porcelain jar the size of a fist. The jar was very crude and made in barbarian style, the patterns on it already fading away and the shape not even symmetrical. However, Hasting carefully took off the mud seal of the jar and drank all of the turbid liquid within, blanching as he spat out a mouthful of black fire. His face immediately started to turn rosy.
He then walked over to the stone table once more, reaching out to press down on it and activate a magic formation. Afterwards, to rays of green shot out from his eyes and illuminated the girl’s face.
One could see dark motes of varying sizes entering the girl’s body through these beams, and someone with good eyesight would even notice that every mote was actually the image of a creature. Ferocious beasts, all sorts of strange races, even Daxdians were being poured in.
Every image deposited into the girl’s body would be attracted by the specks of soul light within her, and the flickering lights within started to turn brighter. Every image was a soul fragment that Hasting had refined personally, the source of power for his legendary ability.
The hall was dark and sinister, the murky green light seeming to come from a terrifying foreign plane.
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There was chaos within the streets near the city gates, buildings and walls alike lying shattered on the stone streets. The city that had lasted for an untold number of years was being broken apart by the repeated battles, and while some of it had been restored that work was shoddy and incomplete. The stone had all been cracked apart to various degrees, a solemn testament to the battle between civilisations.
The streets were extremely silent as those assigned to cleaning uptook care of their duties. The Daxdians had completely withdrawn and would not reappear for at least some time.
At the porch of one house was an old man curled up in his chair, dozed off while bathing in the rays of the Eternal Glory formation. The light of the spell was comparable to soft sunshine, making one feel comfortably warm. It also helped heal some old wounds that Lawrence had accumulated over the years.
However, a set of rapid footsteps suddenly broke the peace of the area. The people approaching seemed extremely flustered, but the consciously slowed down as they reached the house.