Vile Waste Of Magic [Private]

He stepped quietly across the wet floors, tip-toeing to emulate the movements of a more silent, stealth-focused infiltrator. Technically, he wasn't infiltrating anything, but one could only hope. It was only after a couple dozens of minutes, however, that he began hearing footsteps approaching him from behind - with a single sniff, he made out a certain number of goons running after him, but the exact amount eluded him due to the stench of the sewer.

So he laid a trap.

WC: 81

The goons were still trying to sneak up on him, somewhat. Their tiptoeing on the water's surface reached his ears, but they didn't know that. And it allowed Addre to utilize a new spell that he'd learned from Achlys - a purple fruit floating on the sewer waters towards the other direction, while Addre still took his escape. He was planning to run straight back to the mountains, to his guild that'd gladly embrace him despite his antics.

The fruit, however, made its way to the dumb goons who wondered why the hell such a rotten fruit was floating around all alone. If anything, some of them didn't even give it the time of day to notice it, which was their single greatest mistake as the fruit was - yes, you guessed it-

A bomb.

WC: 135

It was a mere gas bomb, so there was no reason for it to release a loud bang – therefore, Addre didn’t actually realize when it exploded. However, it did its trick and coated a large area of the sewer channel in poisonous gases, inflicting the poor soldiers inside with blemishes on their skin and eyes, corroding their flesh and leaving them as mere husks of their former selves. It had taken quite a lot of mana to manifest that bomb, so Addre decided to end his thirst for fighting for today… but he knew one thing-

He'd return, one day. And he’d slaughter even more… and he’d perfect his craft with Achlys’ gift. They’d made an enemy out of him, and thankfully he was able to flee for today and avoid punishment. They wouldn’t rob him of his freedom, his precious freedom…

WC: 142