"Don't believe this magic-maniac. This is not what you call 'a little'." A new voice appeared in the room. I searched for the source and my gaze landed on the door. A muscular, old man with short white hair, stood in the doorframe. I looked at him and back at Aar, then again at the new person. They looked like carbon copies of each other!
Ivy looked at me exhausted and panting. I laughed.
They walked for quite a while, the birds of the mountain seemed to have travelled elsewhere for there was only the sound of the wind and the rustling of the leaves. The Lord still looked regal and magnanimous as he walked ahead of Prime. Had she been in front of him or walked at least by his side, she might have caught the uncanny look he had.
The guards raised their shields and formed a circle around Griff, pointing their spears at him. It was a formation used by military officers a lot to take down stronger opponents. A smart decision on the commanding officer's part.
Every excuse was training, training, and training...But my parents didn't mind at all because they were the same as her, maniacs.
Despite the amount of mana that was unleashed by Kim, he could still feel the crushing pressure of Rentap's attack. He amplified his mana which caused the swirling spark to burst into blinding white lights. His pulled back his left hand in a spear form and enhanced his muscle.
Well I guess it's only going to be a dream if it has Oneka-senpai in it.
At times, Mark seemed even more concerned about Maryline then the others.
Good thing I'm no simple mage anymore, I still remember how troublesome it is to be here. Mirai though as she vanished from sight mixing with the darkness of the surroundings.
Ahea's military would at least have the hint of the exploding spaceship and they had hundreds of capable people among their lines. Even without him telling anything, they would figure things out… Albus was certain of it.
By the time she had dressed his wound and washed him up, the Jilin physician arrived. He was an old man who wore white garments matching with his silver beard, his almond-shaped eyes filled with a humble composure.
Barghests, feeling my condition, ran to me. To be honest, they did not look better than me. Blood seeped from a few of the wounds on his torso,