Offal

Alexei had learned a lot from the Mages over his time living at the Mage Temple, even if he hadn’t really been around it very much.

Magery was never going to be something he was incredible at, but the bare bones basics? He’d taken to those quite well.

With a flick of his foci and a muttered incantation, an orb of glowing light sputtered into life at the tip of his staff, illuminating his direct surroundings.

The town, which he had thought looked beautiful and quaint during the day, had taken on a spookier appearance at night.

A wind whistled through the streets and the ominous creaking of shop signs in the breeze sent shivers down his spine.

“Okay,” Alexei said to himself, “Let’s have a look at what we’ve got here, because something tells me it wasn’t a shade. I’d know if it were a shade…”

There was something that he’d learned from the memories of the Demon Lord, and the time that he’d made his own shade by accident. When a shade was created it generated a long-lasting ozone sme
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