Warlock Apprentice

Outside the dense mist, all wizards attending the auction had gathered. They shared different attitudes about the situation. Curiosity, surprise, shock, and mostly, fear.

Something unknown was exerting an aura from the mist, which brought fear to even the powerful wizards.

An aura of terror so powerful that no one could escape from being affected.

“Who’s that boy??”

They could not understand why a level-1 apprentice could do something to plant fear into the minds of wizards.

“The point is, are we inside an illusion? I don’t sense mana ripples.”

People all pondered about that question. To them, the place felt more like reality.

Sunders was going to scold his student for attempting dangerous arts carelessly. However, he could not when he saw Angor’s terrible condition.

“Do you have any idea what outrage you’ve just done??”

Twilight was still behind Sunders to hear the man speaking. She was even more surprised when she realized the young man was Sunders’ student.

She quickly collected available information in her mind and determined what was more important. Then she quickly turned to leave.

Someone suddenly screamed.

A Twilight Guard tried to enter the mist. He accidentally tripped on the materialized musical stave created by the teacups, which torn his legs into two halves nice and clean. Upon losing his balance, the guard tumbled among the teacups, and more stave and “tadpoles” shredded the guard to pieces, leaving bloody organs and guts on the floor.

Twilight grew more infuriated at the sight. She should have killed that kid when she had the chance!

She did not care whether Sunders was here now. That kid was the one attacking their auction, and people would support them even if the incident was known by the public.

She clenched her fists to contain her great rage.

“He’s just an apprentice. I have had plenty of chances-”

More laughter came and interrupted her thought. Unlike the previous one which planted fear into the minds of people, this one meant to harm. Almost all apprentices started bleeding from their ears.

“Using sound to damage people?” Lydia grimaced as well. “It means at least something stronger than level-3 wizards…”

Twilight’s face grew pale. How could a small kid create that kind of attack?

She immediately gave up her previous idea about killing the boy. It seemed she needed to tread carefully and look for more info first.

Inside the mist, Angor also heard the terrible laughter coming from his own body. It did not harm him, but he could still sense the horror carried by that sound.

“What are you waiting for? Cancel the Nightmare Domain at once! Or we’re all dead if those monsters get out!” Sunders bellowed.

Sunders did something to cure most of Angor’s external wounds. Angor still had broken bones, so he could not move now.

“But I didn’t do anything! I was thinking about deploying illusion nodes in my body, and I thought about that woman when creating the illusion…”

“Which woman?” Sunders frowned.

“The one that scratched my shoulder,” said Angor as he lowered his head in shame. “I didn’t know it would be so terrible, but I didn’t have a choice. I just wanted to bring out something, or someone really strong, so I can hopefully survive.”

In the beginning, Angor could only remember a vague figure of the woman, and maybe the sutures on her face. But as he constructed his illusion, he realized the face of the woman became clearer and clearer in his mind. In the end, he could definitely describe every single detail on her, including her clothes, the way she moved…

Then he felt the back of his shoulder started to itch again.

Next, the illusion appeared.

When he checked again, Angor found his vision in an extremely strange state. Half of his vision still registered the reality around him, while the other half showed him another place, where all kinds of strange creatures dwelt.

He also felt numbness on his shoulder bone when the white mist began to seep out from the old wound.

Inside his “vision”, the strange creatures on the right side began to move through a thin barrier, entering the left side.

He watched as a flock of dragonflies shining with rainbow colors appeared from the white mist, circled around his head, and left the area.

He did not see the previous teacup band because he almost lost his consciousness. Now the bizarre vision completely baffled him.

At this very moment, there were more creatures approaching the “thin barrier”.

At the end of the army of strange creatures was a throne of the color of the starry sky, upon which sat that sutured woman.

As Angor looked that way, the woman also lifted her head.

Across the army of countless pawns, they stared at each other.