( Saleh Keakian – Ambassador for Nomgolir.)
“Emperor Alocia why is it that you are so against this?” Saleh asked the human emperor he only barely tolerated the presence of due to his position. “If the previous Vice-headmaster is missing then why not place someone else qualified into the position? I’m sure it would only serve as to strengthen the ties between our lands rather than have someone no one has even heard of take the post.” He said with the most convincing tone of voice he could.
Internally he bit his tongue, how he wished he had a better position to bargain with. Perhaps if he took a hostage? No that would only backfire in the long run. Money? The man was an emperor of a land almost four times the size of Nomgolir. He hated he didn’t have a better position of power to bargain from.
“I am sorry Ambassador Keakian.” The emperor said, Saleh annoyed he didn’t call him by his rightful title of lord. “The man I have an agreement with is the one I chose for that position for a reason. The restructuring of the academy that he proposed is the direction I want it to go in and I’m afraid you wouldn’t be able to go through with those changes without the same knowledge he has to do so.” The emperor spoke in soft tones, like he was coddling a petulant child.
“Oh really?” Saleh asked with narrowed eyes. “Even if the head of his guards is an undead?” He then said revealing his trump against the emperor. No human ruler wanted to be associated with those that practised what they called the dark arts. Elves practising necromancy weren’t hunted down in their own lands but strictly regulated and monitored in their activities and were often pariahs in higher society but they weren’t hunted down either.
The tone the emperor took made Saleh flinch a little. “If you think I’ll continue trade with a nation who’s ambassador resolves to such petty means to get what he wants then I’m afraid you are sorely mistaken.” The tone was hard, unyielding and more dangerous than he’d ever heard from the usually gentle but firm man.
“If you drop this matter now then that will be it, but if you decide to pursue this matter any further or I hear any rumours saying the new Vice-headmaster might be a necromancer or the like.” The hazel eyes looking at him promised that this emperor wasn’t as benevolent as the other kingdoms around him thought he was. He was perfectly capable of the ruthlessness of the others. The unsaid threat didn’t need to be spoken.
“I understand.” Saleh said and bowed before leaving the room. He swallowed and rubbed at his neck then scowled. He’d get what he wanted because that was his right. He was elven nobility the chosen people that had been here long before humans ever crawled out of the muck and they only did so because the elves had shown them benevolence.
He was above them, even their emperors. If he couldn’t get the man to comply then he’d have to make this Felix or at least his son do so. He still felt distaste for that boy, half-breed that he was. At least his little sister was better, being of two elven stocks but still, a savage snow elf was no better than an animal at best.
His fists clenched as he made his way through the palace and out into the noble quarter to his own manor there. “Get me information on this Felix Aesir and his children.” He barked at his left hand man who bowed and began to leave but stopped as his lord spoke again. “Be thorough and get me dirt to… persuade them. I want to be able to take this Felix’s position. No Dökk Alfar in his right mind should deny a Ljós Alfar their rightful place at the top.” He said with a curling smirk as the servant left.
He looked outside and saw that the afternoon was approaching and he flicked his hand to his desk. The top drawer opened and out came an orb that gently landed in his outstretched hand.
Speaking a few arcane words he connected to the one who had the other orb. “It seems we have a problem, a solution and gain in our goals.” He said with a smile as the black outline of another elf was all he could see through the orb.
“Is that your way of saying you failed but figured out another way to get our way?” The bored and rather exacerbated voice on the other end responded.
Saleh grimaced a bit but soldiered on. “Yes, yes. Well the emperor was savvy enough to manage the traps in the contract I handed him and I couldn’t really not say I would take his counter offers without him realizing our plans. On the other hand it has come to my attention that a noble outside Alocia that was granted the position of Vice-headmaster of the royal academy and he’s recently gone missing.” He said his predatory smile growing on his lips.
“You intend to snatch his position?” The other asked.
“Not as much, I want him to hand the position over to me instead or a pawn of ours would be better. Perhaps we can have that dreadfully dull Marigurs do it? The dirt I already have on this Felix Aesir would be enough to have him and his family burned at the stake in this empire already so if worst comes to worst we can do that.” Saleh said with his wide predatory smile.
“Hmm.” The other let out as the room descended into silence. “Don’t use the dirt as blackmail. We cannot afford that the chaos the populace would fall into if it became known to ruin our plans. We want them divided after all and so far with your work in splitting the nobles into factions has been superb already. If you can leverage that dirt to be the spark we need for a civil war then do so but only if you are sure. We have all the time in the world after all so we can be patient for a few decades to let the current situation fester.”
“As you wish my lord but...” Saleh began feeling uncertain for a moment, like someone had just walked over his grave. “Can I try for the position of Vice-headmaster?” He asked tentatively.
There was a long silence from the other end almost oppressively so, then finally it was broken. “You can but make sure to leave our information network intact and unnoticed. Have any information you manage to get about this individual sent to me.” The other said before the orb went inert in Saleh’s hands.
He grit his teeth for a moment before taking another moment to close his eyes and take a deep breath. “It’s all for Nomgolir’s sake. These humans are just worthy of being our slaves anyway.” He muttered bitterly from the lack of support for his own goals before putting the orb back with his magic once more.
No matter how much they could gain from him being put into the position. Then he paused, what was it that this Felix Aesir, a baron of unknown origin and suspected necromancer have brought to the table to warrant such a position?
He suspected him of being a necromancer because of the stench of unholy mana that had subtly been emanating from the knight at that boy’s side. He paused then and thought a bit more. If he was a Necromancer capable of creating an undead of that knights calibre then he should be rather talented if not powerful. Should he allow his own desire for such a position possibly make an enemy of such a man?
No, no. He’d have to play this smartly. Perhaps he could apologize, as loathed to do it as he was, and thus gain a possible ally he could use. Then again he didn’t enjoy the thought of having a Dökk alfar in a higher position than himself.
He had heard enough about the man to know that people would walk on eggshells around the man. He apparently had this manner about him that made people think he’d lash out at any threat around him. He’d also disabled a guard in the royal palace in a second flat without lifting a finger. That alone made Saleh think he knew some form of magic that allowed for near instantaneous and silent spell casting. His informants had also managed to get the reading recorded when he entered the city and he was sure that while the levels were correct the classes weren’t, that was for sure.
The sudden lurch of the world that happened when the earth moved like a wave had just rippled through the entire capital. “An earthquake?” He asked the air as he weaved his fingers and just managed to catch a few vital items that had fallen out of his office’s shelves. This wasn’t an uncommon event as earthquakes had made the empire build their buildings stronger and more resistant to such fluctuations of the earth but something about this one was strange.
Then the after shock came and everything rattled again. It was a perfectly normal thing to happen and even a glance out his window showed that life had just gone on as usual after the shock of the quake was over. However he felt uneasy somehow.
Like the walls were closing in around him, yet to his sight the room was perfectly fine. No walls closing in on him, no room shrinking around him and yet he was uneasy. He smiled as he realized what the feeling was and he was glad he’d gone through that esoteric challenge a century ago to earn the skill giving him that feeling.
Intuition was a lifeline for Saleh and had helped him curb his own more self-destructive wants. Now that he knew that intuition was pushing him to not provoke or threaten this Felix Aesir then perhaps he could use the man somehow?
He grimaced he needed more information on a man that had such very little information available on him. He paused and reached into his pocket and smiled gently. The small mouse that had been curled up in his breast pocket looked up and him and squeaked. His smile turned warm as he plucked the black strand of hair clutched in the mouses little hands before placing it down on an open jewellery box fitted as a large plush bed for the mouse and a small platter of prime cheese was next to it. “Go get yourself some rest and reward Lei o’lai.” He said as the mouse looked over its shoulder at him and then squeaked happily before taking a small piece of cheese to curl up on the plush jewellery box bed with.
With the strand in hand he moved on and left his office, heading deeper into his own manor’s basement. If he couldn’t gather information on this Felix in the city he’d see what he was doing right now. With a strand of hair from Felix’s pillow which should be his own, Saleh could use divination to pinpoint him and find out if he was alive or not.
Perhaps he could ease the wariness that boy had towards him with news of his father. He’d noticed the look in his eyes, like he knew his father was dead but didn’t know how to handle the news or break them to his sister.
Despite their half-blood statuses Saleh could feel a bit of empathy towards that. Loosing family was never easy but that was also a strange thing. How did this Markus feel he knew Felix was dead? Did he have some item that showed how his father was doing? It was strange he hadn't heard of any such items in circulation as more or less only necromancers were the best in creating such items in the first place.
He suspected that Felix was a necromancer but it was the necromancer circle in Nomgolir that had figured out how to make those particular items.
His thoughts still fixed on it, he entered the ceremonial chamber under his manor that he used for his magical rituals and scrying efforts. The runes, circles and circuits carved into the walls, floor and ceiling would prevent anyone from scrying on him or even be able to retrace any scrying he’d do to others. If everything worked like it should, and a quick glance told him it did, no one should even realize he’d scryed on them in the first place.
With a wave of his hand and words of power from his lips he conjured up a large yet thin mirror made of ice. Said ice made from the bowls on each point around the magical circle covering the middle of the floor with the last on a small pedestal in the very centre.
Flicking his fingers he conjured a fire under the bowl and breaking a small part of the ice mirror he filled just the bottom of the bowl with water. He then moved around the room, picking up different reagents needed for the spell to work. It was the one thing that annoyed Saleh and possibly most other wizards and those magically inclined who could cast magic's of the higher tiers as reagents and components were needed for those spells not intended to harm or destroy anything.
Moving back to the centre pedestal he put the powdered eye of an eye fiend, the calcified scrapings of a draconewts scales and then moon flower extract and put it all into the bowl. Slowly stirring everything till it was mixed before adding in the two acids needed before the last ingredient, a magically created acid of concentrated sulphur and the distilled acids of a mana worm. Then lastly a pinch of fur of a mana hound.
A bubbling liquid of pale glowing blue was the final results before the hair was placed into the concoction and the ritual words were said.
An explosion of greenish smoke blasted out in every direction before being sucked into the ice mirror before Saleh and the rippling effect it had on the ice was a wonder to behold. Then the mirror blackened till nothing could be seen but sounds could. Horrific roars and growls along with screeches of pain and other sounds of fighting monsters and beasts.
Curious Saleh muttered another spell to grant the ritual darkvision so to speak, an added on spell to grant the ritual sight in dark places. He felt his heart jump into his throat at the sight that was revealed.
A voidborn was ripping apart monsters that came at him like a flood. Small and insignificant monsters for anyone above level fifty or so on their own but their numbers were quite large. Then in among those monsters were the occasional larger ones that would be a threat when swarmed by such numbers. Yet that wasn’t what kept his attention, it was the Voidborn.
The humanoid being must have stood at almost two and a half meters tall all covered in a shiny black armour that looked like a scaled carapace on its slim body. Four eyes could be seen as the same armour covered its head and all that could be seen of the eyes were the four eye holes in the armour that shone with a malevolent orange-ish light. It didn’t let out a single sound, all the sounds transmitted through the ice mirror were from the monsters intent on killing the thing.
What was stranger was the overall look of the voidborn, like someone had taken a bat, a dragon and an elf and mashed them all together into a singular humanoid form. Voidborn usually were imperfect as beings, either an odd number of limbs or just too many or even lacking some at times. A shudder went through Saleh as he remembered the one he’d faced, a humanoid like cockroach with a singular scythe like limb for an arm that had almost taken his legs off.
But this one? It looked like a voidborn actually born of one of Imerith’s races and elf if he wasn’t mistaken. Then it dawned on him as he watched it fight, precise, quick and powerful movements that gave as much strength for as little movement and expended energy as the overall theory.
Then the magic started, blasts of fiery cones, spikes from the earth aimed to impale, frosty gales meant to slow and chains of black to hamper. Among others were activated one after the other around the Voidborn and none of it was the eldritch magic the other rare Voidborn capable of magic had shown singular ability for to this day. It was arcane magic but of a type he hadn't seen before, he figured many of the original spells used of course but they all looked to have been modified in one way or another with were the origination points were.
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In ten minutes what must have been almost a hundred monsters were reduced to scraps or broken bodies around the Voidborn who only looked to be a little winded from the fight.
Then it did another thing that surprised Saleh. It began to carve into one of the larger monsters, a dire boar of some age judging by the size, and skinned it only to then cast a few spells at it that it vocalized this time and draped it over itself. Then moving over to another such boar it sat down and conjured a long handled pipe that glowed blue like materialized mana and began to stuff a few ground leaves into it before lighting the thing.
The situation looked so ridiculous to Saleh he didn’t really know what to do. Voidborn didn’t think and neither did they attempt anything civilized much less smoke or dress themselves like this one did. They were supposed to be these mindless monsters fuelled by hunger and rage against anything that wasn’t of their origin. Were they the dregs of the voidborn? Was this some higher class of voidborn never before seen?
Saleh’s head spun around before it all stopped as the Voidborn looked at him. Like it could see the window of reality he was looking through and could see him through it. “So did you enjoy the show little elf?” It asked as eyeballs began to appear in the formerly orange glowing eye slits on its face. They were all crossed with the lower set having one grey with a black pupil and the other the exact opposite with black around a grey cross shaped pupil. The upper part was like purest tanzanite of deep purple with draconic slits cutting down the middle of them but what all four eyes had in common was the tiny ring of orange round each iris.
He couldn’t think, did the thing just see him? How? All the preparations were flawless and perfect, so was the room itself and its wards. Just how? “I can see you, a normal mortal might not realize that you’re looking at them but that does change when divinity is concerned.” The Voidborn said in silvery and smooth voice with a soothing rumble underneath it all. It looked… amused at his shocked look through the mirror.
“Ho-how?” Saleh finally managed to force out of his throat and he could have sworn the Voidborn smiled at him.
“I’m the heir of the void sovereign and I require your services elf.” The Voidborn said and Saleh swallowed, there was such a thing as a sovereign for the Voidborn? And this was its heir? He was looking at what amounted to royalty among the Voidborn?
He then began to shake as the Voidborn stood from its comfortable seat on the boar and walked to the ice mirror. Tapping its claw along its surface, another thing that wasn’t supposed to be possible before it reached in through the mirror and emerged inside the room.
The mana of the thing hit him first. Like his lungs were empty and he couldn’t draw breath while icy claws carved away at his throat demanding entrance to freeze his very blood solid. He could have sworn the world was shaking around him when it all suddenly ended as the mana was drawn back into the creature that now stood there draped in a makeshift robe of boar hide with it's tail coiled around it's legs and just stared at him while smoking it’s pipe made of mana.
How had that thing managed to make itself feel like it was mundane and without any magical talent at all? Even the greatest of mages always leaked out a tiny bit of their mana which allowed them to interact with others but nothing like this.
If he didn’t stare at it right there before him he’d think it didn’t exist if relying only on his magical senses. “H-how did you do that? W-what are you?” Saleh said as he took a step back and almost fell flat on his ass before a construct of mana caught him, a chair?!
The creature had conjured up a flimsy chair to catch him from falling on his backside. This was a use for mana Saleh and many Archmages hadn’t even dreamed of.
“I see you’re a bit flustered.” The Voidborn began before loud tearing and bone breaking sounds came from its body as it shrank down to two meters. “Give me a minute to try and manage my form and we’ll talk.” It then finished as it moved to the side of the room after tapping the mirror and dissolving the magic.
For the next half an hour Saleh just stared in dumbfounded horror and fascination at the creature that slowly began to shed its Voidborn appearance. The scaled carapace around its body retracted into its very skin revealing the extremely pale lavender coloured skin beneath. The colour so pale one would miss the tints of lavender unless really looking. Black hair reaching down to its knees came when the armoured helmet retracted and revealed that only the lower pair of eyes stayed as a distinct elven figure was revealed.
The ears were strange though while similar to the slightly larger and bat like ears of the Dökk Alfar these had a ridge of bone running along the upper edge of the ears that one might mistake for very well done decoration.
An eyepatch of the scaled carapace came into existence and hid the black coloured eye with its eerie grey pupil. When it was all said and done what stood before Saleh was a Dökk Alfur that was taller than normal but with the body of an apex predator. He even moved like one, graceful and sure in his movements as he took a few steps towards Saleh and he snapped his eyes up to the face.
He’d seen a sketch and despite the slight but more predatory tilt that the man's features had taken on that one wouldn’t notice at first glance made him realize his identity. Now he understood why intuition had warned him away from making this man his enemy, no this thing so far beyond what he understood of the world that it terrified him with just the questions it brought to his mind.
“Now usually I’d just kill you to make sure you’d stay silent about this little visit but your scrying was just what I needed to get out of that mountain range.” Felix Aesir said calmly and even cordially as if they were old friends.
“But you are the type of man I require and seeing as...” He stopped and cocked his head to the side like he was listening to something Saleh couldn’t hear. “Oh?… oh… that won’t do. That won’t do at all.” He then let out, the first oh sounding like it was a pleasantly asked question of curiosity before the second one went low as if he’d heard something very unsettling or even insulting.
The strange grey eye fixed Saleh to the conjured chair of mana he still hadn’t stood up from this entire time. “I seem to find myself in more need of your services. Lord Keakian.” The use of his proper title snapped Saleh out of it and he stood up from the chair, only for it to vanish once it wasn’t needed any more.
“The current treasurer of the Royal academy is now living on borrowed time.” Felix went on without letting Saleh get a word out. “I would like to ask you to take his place. It might not be the position of Vice-headmaster like you so wished but it will give you an actual say and a foot into the door to further whatever plans you and your kingdom might have for this empire.” He then went on to finish and smiled jovially.
“Wh-what are you?” Saleh managed finally to say and he held in the flinch he felt try to get him when Felix’s jovial smile turned to a thin line.
“I do not take joy in repeating myself lord Keakian but I’ll humour you. I am the heir to the sovereign of the void, the one you know as the Voidstrider. So in a way you can say I’m a son of death.” He said calmly and then sighed as he noted the shaking of Saleh’s legs.
“I’m not going to eat your soul or anything. Aona’s tits man as long as you keep this little incident between us and only us.” Felix began before he leaned in to tower over Saleh. “I won’t proceed to rip your spine out and beat you to death with it. We clear?” He then asked as if asking an unruly student a question on understanding.
Saleh could only nod his head vigorously as he was really without any words for this absurd situation.
Felix smiled jovially again and then dragged his hand along his slightly bared chest and the shadows underneath him moved up to swallow most of his body. What emerged was a tasteful coat using much of the boar hide around him then black almost smoky robes that looked very easy to move in. “Now to make sure you understand I do not mean to harm you as long as you keep my confidence.” Felix put a bit of emphasis on the last word. A clear indication loyalty to their deal would be in Saleh’s best interests.
“In fact I’m certain we can learn a thing or two from one another after all I can see you just might have what it takes.” He then said with a slightly sly smile.
“Fo-for what?” Saleh asked warily.
Raising his hand Felix created a small bird made entirely of mana that moved around like the real thing would. “This, mana arts beyond that paltry little knowledge that’s survived till now about the true potential of mana. I won’t teach you up to my level but I can set you on the path. I’ll teach you a step beyond what I will teach the other teachers of the academy and in return you will not tell anyone of what you just saw of my true nature.”
The tall elf then leaned forwards and smiled wide, displaying the clear predatory fangs he sported for canines. “You wouldn’t want that same nature used against you now would you?” He said clearly seeing the look of prey realising they were only alive at the whim of a predator that fell upon Saleh. “I’d much rather we have a mutually beneficial relationship. After all, according to my sources lord Keakian, you have a good attention to detail and are honourable in your dealings. You might be working the humans in this empire towards some less than honourable end but I can see that you at least are a man of your word when push comes to shove. Just don’t let that ambition of yours lead you astray.”
The eye that met his made Saleh feel like this Felix, whatever he was, could read him like a book or was it that he could read his soul? The slight glint in Felix’s eye made him think it might be the latter. His more cautious nature kicked in and he took a few steps back and turned a little to the side in clear thought. The fact he was actually putting thought into what Felix had said and about the overall situation made Felix light up in amusement.
“So, you’ll teach me mana arts, appoint me as the treasurer of the royal academy and well clearly spare my life all for the price of me not telling anyone about this and working honourably in the position you want to appoint me into?” He asked, this was too good to be true to him. He could keep a secret and if given a job his work ethics would force him to be honourable and trustworthy of a job given. On the other hand it also implied he couldn’t influence the younger generation of nobles in the academy to the views Nomgolir wanted them to have so there would be a problem.
Then again if he showed he was trustworthy in that position then maybe the Emperor might be more pliable to his aims in the future if he had a careful and patient hand.
Looking over to the thing wearing a friendly elven face Saleh felt a shiver run down his spine. “Answer me two questions first?” He asked and at Felix’s nod he continued. “How did you know I was looking at you and how did you move through the mirror? And how can I trust you?” He asked and Felix’s smile turned predatory.
“Those are three questions but I’ll answer nonetheless.” He said as he looked at the remains of the mirror and then created a strange symbol in the air with mana. “Whenever someone is scrying on another this symbol is where they are looking in from normally with all the wards I see you’ve put up no one would be able to see it. Unless they are on the path of divinity like myself, then certain levels of wards and veils don’t really function on those with a divine spark inside them.” Felix said with a smile.
“Then your what? A god?” Saleh asked rather unconvinced.
“Demigod of sorts.” Felix replied conversationally. “Secondly I was able to move through your sending because I managed to get enough time to connect the two spots with a skill of mine that normally shouldn’t work over such distances. I honestly didn’t know it would work this well.” Felix shrugged.
“A skill?” Saleh asked once more with a raised eyebrow and one narrowed eye, judging by the stifled laugh in Felix’s throat he must’ve looked insane or something.
“Yes, it’s called shadow gate and allows me to move through shadow to shadow like a doorway in around a fifty meter radius or so. However your scrying wasn’t normal either it sort of connected the two spaces which made it so that somehow the shadow under the ice mirror was just inside my range somehow and I used that to pass right through.” Then Felix rubbed his chin as he looked over at the spot were the ice mirror had been. “I don’t think it can be replicated again though, I had to use a few souls to empower the binding myself for it to even work in the first place.
Then he suddenly snapped his finger and smiled widely at Saleh. “Ah and as for your third question. You can trust I’ll do what I can to protect those close to me and to further my own ends. So you can’t truly trust me but you can trust I will act with mostly my own self interest in mind. I can promise to give you a heads up if those interests might conflict with yours if you so wish?” He then asked with an almost charming smile.
Saleh was just a bit dumbfounded, not at the words themselves but because this had quite possibly been the most honest and straightforward negotiation he’d ever been a part of. Then again his life was on the line and he knew it, so too did Felix if the look in his eye was anything to go by.
“All right… my superiors have asked me to forward to them any information I gain on you though. So what should I do about that?” He then asked and Felix hummed a bit in thought.
“What about this, any information your agents, minions or employee’s gather about me you can forward. This however.” He began then gestured with a twirl of his finger in a gesture for the entire room. “Will stay between us. If you feel the information might be on the boundary I’m always up for a consultation on the matter. How about that?” He asked, his smile right back on his lips.
Saleh was silent for a while before he spoke. “Fair enough, So we have a deal then?” Felix’s smile simply widened a bit and they shook hands. Felix’s grip stronger and somehow colder than Saleh had imagined before the thing waved at him and with a ‘chao’ vanished into his own shadow. Like the floor had just come out from under his feet and he fell into the shadow beneath.
He wiped at his sweating forehead as it was all over and he felt like he could breathe easier again. Moving over to an actual chair this time he almost fell into it. Letting out an explosive sigh he let his head fall back down. “This was not how I imagined my day going.” He muttered into the silent air of the chamber before a slight smile grew on his lips.
Perhaps he could get information never before discovered on the Voidborn through what was apparently one of their royalty who also seemed to function as their own gods. Then again he felt the unspoken promise that this Felix would know it if he told anyone of this and quite frankly with what normal Voidborn were capable of. He shuddered at the imagined horrors that would be visited upon him if he did betray his word.
His brows knit a little after a few moments. Did that mean the entire pantheon of death was just Voidborn or was he misunderstanding things too much? He groaned as he got a headache from thinking about it only to hear a slight squeak coming from his knee. Looking down he saw little Lei o’lai looking up at him. He smiled and began to pet the mouse with his index and middle finger.
He’d figure something out about this whole mess and if what the chair that had broken his earlier fall was like what he suspected the knowledge Felix was offering was too tempting. And that was the problem, was it all too good to be true in the end?
Then again what elves had in abundance compared to humans was time and he decided to go for the long view for this one. Until Felix proved to not be a man of his word he’d keep his own part of the deal but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put into place some contingencies just in case.
He just had to figure out some way to slow down Felix if his wrath was directed at Saleh. He’d felt it in the mana he’d given off when emerging from the mirror, even if he wasn’t as skilled in magic as Saleh the amount he could draw on dwarfed anything Saleh could do. What Saleh could use for precision, Felix would just drown in power instead and still have a bit left over and he was certain that wasn’t even the full scope of it given he’d used magic during his slaughter of the monsters.
A Goofy smile began to spread on his lips then.
“Perhaps I’ve found a backer that can further my magic?” He muttered into the air with a wide smile. He’d been stuck at his levels of wizard having not progressed for almost half a century now as once one hit ninety it was only possible to raise the level of an end type class through understanding and mastery. He had the mastery more or less down but it was understanding that somehow eluded him, it was the problem with most wizards and was the reason arch wizards were so damn rare.
As far as he knew there were only four or five alive right now and two of those belonged to Nomgolir which also constituted to their safety as a military power that was costly to go to war with. Another was a desert dweller that was mostly rumours and the last he knew of was the Arch wizard Mario of Wolfsgard. However if what Felix taught him might further his own development into an arch Wizard? He’d take it but he also knew that if that happened his own honour and pride would force him to repay Felix in some way and what that repayment might cost him quite frankly scared him.
He wasn’t dealing with a mortal creature now that he’d seen what was truly within the friendly elven facade he’d spoke with just a few minutes ago. It was something from beyond the veil and something he’d most likely never truly understand.