Age of Adepts

“Go back; you have no place in this battle.”

Spalla hovered in the dark, lightless sky as she said this. Then she dove straight down towards the manor.

The cool night wind rushed past her aerodynamic form, causing her soft fur to wave quickly. Spalla vanished without a trace after a few quick turns in the air. She was nowhere in sight now.

Viria felt a sudden chill rush over her body. She beat her wings and quickly flew away.

The battle in the manor raged on.

The invading vampires were clearly at a disadvantage. They slowly retreated even as they fought. Their forces had already scattered in the darkness of the night. They scampered all over the manor, spreading chaos throughout the building.

Six adepts wearing Dener Clan emblems were herding a pack of voodoo beasts and chasing after a group of vampires. When they passed by a tall tree, a white and slender arm reached out from the darkness and grabbed the last adept in the group that had fallen behind, pulling him behind the tree.

As the hand was swift, the other adepts, who were completely focused on their task, did not at all realize that they had lost a companion.

She knew very well that these Many-Eyed Beasts often had the ability to see through invisibility and sense elementium on one of their eyes. It was fortunate that she was only using shapeshifting and camouflage; these abilities did not generate much magical flux. Otherwise, she would have been discovered the moment she stepped into the corridor.

Spalla curled up in a dent along the wall, using the shadows to hide herself. She then carefully let out a strange aura.

Call of the Wild!

It was an ability to summon animals that was unique to druids.

However, while most druids used it to summon animal companions, Spalla was probably the only one who used it to lure out critters.

A short moment later, a chittering sound could be heard in another dark corner of the corridor.

A small mouse with thin whiskers poked its snout out from the shadows and sniffed. Its appearance naturally attracted the attention of the Many-Eyed Beast.

Spalla could hide by shapeshifting and camouflage, but this ordinary mouse had no such ability. No matter how stealthy it was, it was shining as bright as a sun in the night in front of the Second Grade Many-Eyed Beast.

Its eyestalks slowly rose, and the ones that were already on guard turned around, staring at this little fellow hesitating between the shadows and the light.

Even though this Grayskin rat was being bothered by a strange aura that was fervently calling it forward, it could also sense the terrifying aura of danger beyond the darkness.

Ever since a strange group of humans took up residence in the building, all the Grayskin rats had frightfully hidden in their homes. They didn’t dare come out to scavenge or move about. This agony lasted for seven days. Now, they were all starving badly, yet they still did not dare emerge from their nests.

They could sense a fearsome aura of death outside. Their powerful instinct for danger prevented them from acting on impulse, allowing them to survive until now.

However, when that strange calling power appeared, this particular rat could not hold back any longer. It slipped out of its nest and came here to this place it was so familiar with. One more step forward, and it would leave the shadow’s embrace and enter the light.

Here, it hesitated; it doubted.

One step forward was death, and one step backward was survival. However, its inferior intelligence prevented it from resolving the complicated feelings it was experiencing.

Finally, the Grayskin rat was no longer able to suppress the impulse in its heart. It dashed headfirst out of the shadows!