The Last Blood Mage

Bounty on Xander’s Head

Atheria listened attentively as Xander explained the significance of the black root that had caused him so much trouble in the goblin camp.

"You're right," she agreed. "Someone in the capital city, perhaps an alchemist or a healer, might have more knowledge about this black root. It could be the key to understanding and, hopefully, finding a way to control your powers."

Xander nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "Exactly. This black root seemed to suppress my powers temporarily. If we can learn more about it, it might lead to a cure or at least a way to manage my abilities."

Atheria placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll figure this out. But for now, let's focus on getting to the capital city. There, we can seek the answers we need and continue to help those in need along the way."

After spending a heartfelt hour with the grateful villagers, Xander and Atheria made their way to where Crazy Jack was waiting. The trusty steed had been grazing on the lush grass near