Age of Adepts

How terrifying was the sight of a massive floating city crashing to the ground?

It was hard to imagine such a thing with the mind alone!

The floating city was like a small, flying continent. Its foundation was tens of thousands of tons of dense, solid rock etched with a countless number of arcane arrays and anti-gravity barriers. There was also a layer of black dirt above the stone, over thirty meters thick. Built upon this earth were the arcane buildings of the floating city.

When the energy core of the floating city was destroyed, the arcane arrays and anti-gravity barriers on the stone foundation lost their functions. The entire floating city then slowly crashed down towards the plains below at a tilted angle, like a sinking ship in the middle of the sea.

A continuous series of rumbling explosions rang out.

The entire floating city quaked and trembled.

An incomparably violent force spread out from the point of impact, causing most of the foundation–now unprotected by any arcane power–to shatter and disintegrate into debris.

The Libram of Wisdom lay silently on the scorched earth. A rune hovered above the copper cover of the book, still glowing with a faint, sacred light.

“Hmph! Playing these tricks even when death is imminent.” Greem exhaled air from his nose in disdain. Blue light flickered in his eyes, instantly analyzing the magic that Mietzel had left on the book.

The Libram of Wisdom had an owner. It was the origin artifact that the God of Wisdom had made for himself. The Libram was still branded with his divine rune. Naturally, he had handed the artifact to his son, hoping that the might of the Fifth Grade artifact could further protect Mietzel.

Meanwhile, as the temporary owner of the artifact, Mietzel had the means to bind the object to his soul. This way, even if he was billions of kilometers away, he needed only trigger the divine rune, and the Libram of Wisdom would instantly return to him.

It seemed like Mietzel had been trying to trick Greem into an empty deal by taking advantage of Greem’s unfamiliarity with the artifact.

Moreover, Greem discovered a terrifying, activated, and primed divine spell within the Libram of Wisdom with the help of the Chip’s scan. Should Greem undo the seal, the Libram of Wisdom would instantly attack him.

When that happened, he would have to focus on defending himself, and would not be able to stop the Libram of Wisdom from leaving.

Greem chuckled at this setup as he reached for the Libram of Wisdom.

However, at that moment, a black figure rushed out from the dust cloud. Two human, yet beast-like, claws cut through the air, manifesting as a series of green claws that slashed at Greem like a violent storm.

A red figure swayed mysteriously beside the black figure, blowing a pungent, purple breath of poison at Greem.

Greem seemed to have detected their presence a while ago. His body erupted immediately and flickered a few dozen meters away, where he rematerialized in his human form. When he finally stood firm on the ground, two figures, one black and one red, replaced him at his former position.

The black figure was the werewolf from earlier, and the red figure was the foxgirl.

It was obvious that the two of them had not had a successful hunt inside the city. All sorts of wounds and scars could be seen on their bodies. The fact that they could not use their energy to rapidly heal their bodies despite their power was evidence of the severity of their wounds.

However, they were two against one. Both of them stared at Greem with fierce eyes, as if they could easily take him down at any moment.

The werewolf with the short, bristly black hair bent down slightly, inch-long claws protruding from his hands. He waved and growled at Greem, revealing his sharp teeth inside his jaw.

Meanwhile, the foxgirl narrowed her eyes, looking curiously at the Libram of Wisdom close to her feet.

She might not recognize the Libram of Wisdom, but the unique law flux of a Fifth Grade artifact and its unusual energy aura informed her of its nature.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You naughty fellow. To think you wouldn’t know how to treasure an artifact and leave it lying on the ground like that. Why don’t I keep it safe for you?”

Rose, the foxgirl, giggled as she reached for the Libram of Wisdom with her slender hand without any hesitation whatsoever.