It was a strange sensation. God Slayer Magic danced along his fingertips like threads of fate and ill omens, and it emeshed so kindly to his Key, his Arc of Embodiment. Such a powerful Creation Magic would tear apart any user and rid them of any drop of mana if not powered by a sufficient battery, and Addre had finally solved his issue for many years to come. Achlys had trained him thoroughly, and now, he was exerting her Magic - and thus, her dominion over mortals - everywhere he went. Unlike before, where people wouldn't bat him an eye out of anxiety, he was now found all alone... deserted, in a way. People had completely avoided being in his presence... or was it because of this town?
Morgate Town was a wasteland. Just the perfect grounds to test out his spells against unaware flesh.
WC: 145
Morgate Town was a wasteland. Just the perfect grounds to test out his spells against unaware flesh.
WC: 145