Down the mountain slope, the road ahead of them is far from when they started. As they head deeper into the forest filled with large trees, they are now on the far edge border of the elves.

Elves isolate themselves from the outside world. However, as time ticks more thought of traveling the outside world. Some were outcasts from their homes, and some choose for themselves. Elves are highly regarded beings, their magic was much more refined, their mana flows flawlessly. Unlike humans, dwarfs, and demi-humans have raw magical flow.

The path became silent, their conversations stop only the sound of horses' footsteps and rumbling wagon can be heard. Akatosh felt unease as if there's someone from behind like an assassin waiting to stab his neck. Speculating Akatosh thoughts if they're really an assassin or an attendant sent by her husband to watch over her.

Gripping his katana, even the slight anxiety can lead to an inexplicable situation.

"You seem to be delectable through your travels." The woman asks.

"Traveling is the best and the worst." He replies.

The woman chuckles. "How so?"

"Well, roaming the unknown place can be extremely dangerous. Dating with monsters, bandits, brigands, supplying your needs and sometimes being lost. But it can be incredibly fun, meeting different people and the best part is discovering new places." Akatosh said.

"Indeed, but if I may…" She asks.

"Go on"

"For what purpose for a very young man like you to walks such an extent." She questions him.

"Answer." A single word he utters.

"Answer?"

"Strange right, some travel to redeem themselves, others for unlocking their powers. And others exiled by their own land. We all have our purposes." He spoke.

"I see." The woman said it was her first time to meet such a very mysterious man who's well versed in his words.

"Oh… I didn't catch your- -"

A fireball suddenly came out of nowhere blasting the caravan. Akatosh opens his eyes from the sheer light created by the explosion, he was safe. The barrier which is hidden from the naked eye finally begins to show. Covering the entire caravan with tremendous protection, people felt safe, but the battle was just the beginning as different enemies emerge goblins, kobolds, bandits, ogres even animals.

Approaching the caravan, the adventurers take their turn. Drawing their weapons and magic, they didn't intercept the incoming enemy only holds their position.

"Finally, some action." The lad in chainmail smiles in exaggerated not just him but his companions. The only person that didn't boast was Sir. Lucas seems to be overly cautious, worried. Even Akatosh felt something was off, this type of ambush isn't very normal, the brigands and monsters are unnatural.

The gold tier mage suddenly teleports on the center of the caravan, nailing her staff on the ground the barrier suddenly intensifies. Both her hands maneuver, casting her magic she conjures a small fireball.

Lifting her hand, the fireball levitates flying through the air then as it reaches ten meters above the ground. "Burst" as the mage utters, the fireball burst into flaming arrows.

Raining down the enemies her magic was very wonderful to watch but so too was dangerous. Crippling the enemies as the flame-arrow punctures their flesh then the rest of her crew takes the slicing.

"Entangled", casting another spell, root with thorns erupt from the ground coiling the enemies squishing them like a snake groping its prey. But then dark magic howls the battlefield blemishing the plants to dry up and die.

Silver-class support mage cast their magic giving the fighter more strength and power to deal with the hordes of enemy. And while the battle is at dawn it arouses Akatosh to reveal his equipment.

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Taking off his shroud he felt the ground rupture revealing a large and. Pushing the lady aside before the large ant could chaw her to death someone acted quickly to stab the neck of the ants from behind. Staggering the enemy, Akatosh with a single swing the large ant's head fell, spurting greenish paste.

Even its death the large ant bulging its last life force. "This is no ordinary attack." He notes to himself. "There someone in the dark pulling the strings." He continues cyphering the ongoing situation.

The enemies are very unnatural, their eyes were dead, controlled by magic, they felt no pain not even a scream as the adventurers injures their flesh.

Realizing the female driver had someone protecting her he decided to venture into the forest to find the server. Sir. Lucas had no choice but to stay in protecting the caravan dealing with the ogres. "Enough of this." Says the female mage, casting her magic, the ground froze turning the enemy to petrified iced. "Shatter." with just a snap of her finger the frozen enemies’ crumbles like broken mirrors.

Akatosh maneuvers to safer and fewer enemies going towards the forest. Little did he know the female mage took notice of Akatosh. Conjuring a familiar insect, she quickly dispatches towards Akatosh sticking behind his back.

Cutting clean his sword effortlessly slices their flesh even their leather armor is useless to bulwark his magical enhanced sword. Fleeing the place, he distances his approach far away from the incoming enemy. Surprised Akatosh wasn't chased by the hordes of enemies they were more focused on ravaging the caravan, more so the enemies seem to be enhanced similar to the Kobold he once fought.

Cornering the forest, he notices what seems to be a magical ritual. Three mages in triangle position chant in unison conjuring dozens of monsters and sending them to pillage the caravan. Preparing, he takes out a flint and some sort of a mug-like barrel.

Time is short, crucial to act he decides to interrupts their ritual in hopes of dissipating the summoning. Hiding within the thick ravine he forces himself to a place where their vision confines. He was now six meters away from them.

Holding his position, he needed a distraction luckily, he manages to create a bomb made from 'glittering dust'. Improvised, he compressed the glittering dust on a small barrel with a tightening cap and a fuse to ignite the powder.

The bomb was lit and Akatosh only wait for five seconds to time the explosion. He flung the improvised grenade close to where they are standing. -BOOM- the sound of a roaring blast quickly blasts the three, yet they too manage to cast protection magic minimizing the damage.

His first time witnessing glittering dust detonates gave him a conclusion analysis. The blast left a glittering smoke but the most important of all was its impact on the environment. He defines it as an unstable release of energy, the burst isn't spherical where some of the radius blasts aren't affected.

"Now!"

Chances were small so Akatosh quickly dashes out from his hiding spot. "Yippee Ki-yay!" He ushers cutting one of the mages back.

Deep the sword slice through his spinal cord swiftly ending the mage before he could even create a counter spell.

As Akatosh takes the life of one mage the insect which the mage planted on him suddenly burst a magical explosion dispelling the surroundings. Stunned, the barrier created by the three slowly begins to disperse.

"How did you manage to enter the barrier!" One of the men says. "Don't tell me you're a…" He continues and before he ends his sentence the gold-tier female mage appears right before their eyes.

"It seems you manage to make a barrier powerful enough that not even me aren't able to detect. More so this magic of yours even hides the people unseen to the naked eye since my familiars weren't able to visualize your spot." She says a voice of a calm and intimidating speech.

"Pff… even so, we'll manage to buy time for him to take his job since you even left that caravan unprotected." The man spoke with victory.

"I wouldn't be so sure about that." She replies with a smile.

"Don't tell me you're Arc sage Lavrish." The second man said somehow knowing the lady.

Shifting to the caravan there was a clone left by Lavrish confronting five people who are associated with those three mages.

"Spell-trigger." Her clone says releasing dozens of spells in one strike. All five of them saw stacks of fireballs levitating ready to annihilate them. Shard blades begin to form around their body constricting their movements. Her spell was just the beginning as seven rock golems begin to rise from the ground. Ice cone hardens through the air, blue fire surrounds the caster as protection and a magical barrier to globes her. After Sir. Lucas dealt with the ogres he quickly commands the caravan to move out from the battlefield before he went to Lavrish clone making himself a vanguard.

"Tsk." Irritate, they knew they had no percentage of winning the battle. And with no hopes left they brought out a scroll that holds a lot of dark magical energy.

Without hesitation, they tear the scroll in half releasing foul energy and overlaying them with a great amount of power. Damn themselves with dark forces, they have no fear or whatsoever.

"A forbidden magic!" Utters Lucas, even Lavrish was stalled but somehow, she was calm, and a smile intended on her lips.

At Akatosh place, one of the mages brought out a scroll, a forbidden technique from the realms of the ten inferiors. 'Deedra' a name given by the men of Vashkeil, a variant being that can rival the gods and dwells within the ten nether planes.

"Interesting…" Akatosh's blood boils, their dark emits and arouses the thing from within him.