Age of Adepts

Compared to Adept Holly’s extravagance, Cherisha was far more straightforward and humbler in her approach.

She did not have a mighty golem to stand guard, nor free servants to serve her. No. Cherisha worked by herself and spent an entire hour just to tidy up the small house where she would be staying.

After she was done with the cleaning up, Cherisha stood at the center of the room. She took out a green ball the size of a rock and threw it at the ground. It transformed into a green liquid and seeped into the ground.

An incredibly thin and nearly imperceptible green barrier enveloped the house, isolating it from the world outside. All sorts of strange hallucinatory runes flickered on the barrier, continually spreading mental illusions to misguide any prying eyes.

From above in the sky, the five wind spirits could not see anything in Adept Holly’s house. It was merely a stretch of white. Meanwhile, Adept Cherisha’s house was fully exposed and unconcealed. The wind spirits could see her every action through the wooden cracks.

However, it was precisely how clearly the wind spirits saw that Greem couldn’t help but suspect it was all an illusion. After all, Cherisha was very proficient with mental powers!

The sky slowly darkened, and the tapestry of beautiful, flickering stars appeared.

However, an unusual red color hung in the night sky, causing the moon’s light to shine a disturbing shade of crimson.

A trace of order and cautiousness mixed into the chaos and evil. A hint of cunning blended into composure and experience.

Dammit! It was the smell of adepts!

To think some adepts had broken into his hunting grounds and even slaughtered some of his subordinates!

An evil and cruel aura rose from Sytance Illhoof’s large and hideous body.

He kicked with all four of his hooves, leaped down the cliff, and started sprinting wildly towards the west.

The cold night winds howled past him.

Sytance ran beneath the moonlight with the stance of a horse, traveling at a speed that eclipsed even the flying creatures in the sky.

Fields of wheat, forests, and rivers rushed past beneath his feet.

He passed by many human villages and towns along the way. These human settlements were always filled with cries of terror, the light of fires, and, of course, the shapes of murderous beasts tearing apart the humans.

Sytance ignored all of this. Every bound and leap he made caused him to travel a hundred meters. One human settlement after another was left behind as he stubbornly bounded towards the west.

The mutated beasts that slaughtered in these villages hastened their massacre upon sensing Illhoof’s aura. They rushed out of the towns and followed after their leader, wildly advancing towards some unknown location in the distance.

A small pack of mutated beasts quickly formed in this manner under the night sky!

Illhoof leaped onto a small hill and finally stopped. He glanced at the pitch-black human village in the distance with a sinister and cruel light in his eyes.

He could faintly sense three soul auras of various strengths in the village. He could also smell elementium lifeforms around the area.

If the enemy were too weak, Illhoof wouldn’t have bothered to travel so far just to warn his enemies.

He could sense it. The aura of the adepts hidden in this village had reached a level where even he had to be cautious. As such, before his final hunt, Illhoof needed to cull all possible factors of instability around him.

These fragile adepts were undoubtedly some of the most annoying insects. They weren’t just annoying; they were downright detestable!

Their auras might have reached the limit of power that could be contained by the plane, but Illhoof did not regard them as actual opponents out of the usual contempt his kind harbored for adepts.

After all, an adept was a profession often taken up by intelligent species with inferior talents and potential.

They either had frail bodies or weak Spirits. There was always a massive, scornful weakness to their person. A race like this, a foundation like this- even if they managed to strengthen their soul to Fourth Grade, they were still prey in the eyes of the great Sytance Illhoof.

Sytance Illhoof already had easier prey at hand. He had lost all interest in hunting and slaughtering these barbed prey.

However, Illhoof didn’t want his moment of ‘compassion’ to cause the adepts to get any ideas. He didn’t want them to interrupt the banquet of blood and flesh that was to come. A warning and a show of force were required!

If these interlopers were too weak, Illhoof didn’t mind having a few adepts as appetizers before the feast. After all, those who could become Fourth Grade adepts had quite delicious souls!