World Of The Fallen Dragon

15

Thobius left the auditorium alone, never having touched Ashari's staff and sword. There were many wizards around, but they all stayed away from him. Alone, he went out into the square. Not far from the main tower, Tobius sat down on a stone bench and looked around at the statues of the founders. It was hard to breathe, the supply of magical powers was almost exhausted. Who would have thought that you would have to give all your best in a demonstration battle!

“You surprised everyone quite a bit, enchant Tobius. The magician sat down on the other side of the bench with tired eyes.

“Char… Fasileh Samum, right?

“Just Fasileh. Since we're both masters now.

“Yes… both… your ability to manipulate sand is quite impressive. Most geomancers can't.

- Yes, they cannot rely on him, they do not feel in him the firmness they love. Thank you,” Samum smiled, “but this is a mutation of the genome, not an acquired skill. It is impossible to learn this, and therefore, all my merits are divided into two.