Age of Adepts

Spirit World, the Marsh Wetlands.

Coilfang Cave.

It was a vast body of water in the northwestern corner of the Wetlands.

Some called it a lake and others called it a sea. However, with his experience, Greem could see that this was an inland sea.

Greem glided about forty meters in the sky, riding on a large sporebat. He flew along the river as they wound down the landscape, making his way into the region where the mist was thickest.

“This is the Niga Waterway. It is mainly merlocs and lobstroks that live here. They don’t get along well and are almost always at war with each other.” The large sporebat was an intelligent Second Grade creature. As such, he was far more respectful towards Greem than the other sporebats were.

Greem looked around curiously when he heard the sporebat’s explanations.

A massive waterway, about a hundred meters wide, was flowing beneath him and between the forests of mushrooms.

His arrival was loud and shocking. Naturally, it drew the attention of several shambling figures nearby.

A withered Swamp Giant close to him immediately roared and charged when it saw Greem’s blazing body.

To think a Second Grade Swamp Giant would dare to charge at a Fourth Grade adept. Judging by its suicidal actions, the blight had not only affected its body, but its mind as well.

Greem snorted. He leaned against the staff in his left hand and extended his right palm at the enemy. A barrage of fireballs shot at it.

Greem was only two meters tall, while the withered Swamp Giant stood at around seven meters tall. However, the Swamp Giant could not take a single step further before it was drowned by fire magic. It was slowly blasted backward by the fireball, and its body started to turn dry and crumble.

A Swamp Giant’s towering body contained a tremendous and resilient life force. Even if one-third of their body had been removed, they could regenerate with the sheer amount of life force they possessed. It was this resilience that allowed the infected Swamp Giants to survive all these years of drought.

However, it didn’t matter how strong their life force was. The Swamp Giant was facing a terrifying fire adept. Nothing could save it now!

With just five seconds and seven fireballs, Greem had blasted the Swamp Giant to pieces, reducing its body into bloodstains on the ground.

Sparks dissipated from the broken body of the Swamp Giant and slowly merged into the mist. Greem frowned and grabbed with his hand, picking out a cluster of faint black smoke from the air.

Greem’s fire gathered into a fireball and sealed the black smoke within.

Some black smoke in a hurry to escape crashed against the fire and was turned to dust in an instant. The rest of the smoke seemed to know the terror of the flames now. It didn’t dare approach the fire and instead wandered aimlessly inside the fireball.

Aren’t the planar laws of the Spirit World a little too powerful? Even smoke has intelligence?

Greem smiled coldly and gathered power in his eyes. Blue light flickered as he quickly identified the nature of the black smoke.

[Beep. Detecting fatal virus. Warning. Said virus has terrifying infectiousness and lethality. It can cause an infection of the third degree to host. suggesting host tactivate Ring of Fire and prevent all possibility of infection.]

As expected.

Greem had felt the sight of the smoke was familiar the moment he saw it.

As expected, the Chip’s scans confirmed his suspicions.

The ‘blight’ was simply the infection of a strange virus.

The means by which the virus spread and infected its victims resembled Remi’s techniques.