The refreshing scent of the plants filled the newly furnished alchemy lab. Kyle leaned against the table, his brows furrowed. Some of these descriptions in the Necronomicon were beyond confusing.It had been several days since he sent the Fallen Knight Aoris away. He could sense her presence still, hers and of the few people she’d brough to him before leaving for the chasm. She and four more warriors now were tasked to clear the chasm.He could sense all five of them. Every time one got wounded, he flinched with pain. Thankfully, they healed rather fast due to one of them knowing bits of healing magic.“You seem exhausted.” A familiar voice sounded from the window. Startled, Kyle raised his gaze as he left the Necronomicon disappear. It was none other than Rhealis, the elven dreamer.“You need not hide the ancient book, Summoner.” She said with a smile as she climbed in through the open window instead of using the open door a

Kyle shuddered as lightning struck somewhere in the distance. He could barely hear the noise of thunder, but the dark clouds had begun to cover the skies already. A storm was brewing, and Kyle couldn’t help but feel like their doom was looming over them.“What the Priestess of the Golden Flame said is correct.” Droigheann’s voice startled the young summoner. “You need rest as much as you need to work. You need to be at full power so those who depend on you can demonstrate their full strength as well.”Kyle let out a sigh. “I know, I know…” He muttered. “I’ll go sleep.”The Demon of the Nightbloom nodded. “Yes.” He said and vanished into Kyle’s shadow.Kyle yawned. He did feel tired. That conversation with Cacophus had taken a larger toll on him than he’d thought. Lying was easy, mixing lies, and the truth was difficult. Especially when the person he was talkin

The process of brewing potions was a slow and meticulous one. He needed to be aware of exactly how much mana he needed to pour into the brew, and when. The heat of the boiling cauldron needed to be precise. He needed to stir a certain amount – not more, not less.“So,” He wiped his forehead as he finished the process. “Do you think you can do it?”Irena, the Priestess of the Golden Flame nodded without hesitation. “I believe I can, Summoner.” She said with confidence. “You need not worry – I have experience with brewing potions.”“That’s good to hear.” Kyle said with a faint smile.Irena had surprised him by randomly barging in and asking to observe the process. He hadn’t expected her to be interesting in alchemy at all, nor did he think she would want to sit here brewing potions all day.He took a piece of blank paper and wrote down the potion recipe as it was note

“Oh!” Caille suddenly piped up. They had been sitting at a bench in the garden, enjoying the refreshing scent the wind carried towards them. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, but Jeffrey’s clan made peace with Igna the other day.”Kyle’s eyes shot wide open. “What?” He breathed out in disbelief. The man hated Igna with a passion, why would he accept to make peace now? That would mean he couldn’t attack her fortress, or the people in her clan. “How come?”Luke shrugged. “Honestly, we’re as surprised as you are.” He scratched his head. “Maybe there are some real life matters that will eat up his time?” He suggested.Caille pursed her lips. “Perhaps.” She fiddled with her long, green braid. “There is really no way to know. Whatever the reason is, we’ll be using this time well.”“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Ky

 Ripples spread throughout the barrier, originating where the large rock hit. Irena grunted, she was trying to keep the barrier supplied with as much power as she could.“It won’t hold.” Vis softly muttered. Her crimson eyes glimmered as she watched more rocks fly towards the barrier. “It’s not enough.”“I’m aware!” Irena hissed. “Why don’t you help me instead of just watching?!”Vis’ shoulders dropped. She folded her arms and looked away. “I am no mage – there is nothing I can do.”While Kyle did not believe a word she said, he wasn’t about to waste time arguing with the ancient vampire. He needed to act now if he wanted to protect the plateau in its entirety.He took deep breath, and reached up with one hand, while the Necronomicon materialised in his left hand. The pages of the ancient book turned on their own as a