Chapter 731: The Choice (1/2)
The enlightened one did not waste its time. It took a few provisions and immediately locked in on the portal imprints that Sword Master Zak gave.
It needed no complex devices to aid it in the journey ahead. The enlightened one just waved its hands and the space before it broke to provide it entry.
It stepped into the dark gates of shattered void and went out to hear the slapping of mighty waves at its back.
”So is this the Qoven Empire?” The enlightened one muttered. A man's voice could be discerned from his words.
”Far Water Town should be in that direction.” He pointed directly ahead and was excited to know the nature of this native magical being.
One should know that there were two dominant forces in the Tehora Continent. The shaman and the warlock.
A shaman derives its strength from doing good things while a warlock gains power by consuming the soul of another.
Nevertheless, there was really little distinction in how both accumulate proficiency since when a shaman kills a warlock, the former could easily steal the latter's innate gifts and vice versa.
And our enlightened one in question today was no doubt a true blooded warlock of Tehora.
He was not here to nurture and guide this native magical being but was fully intent on devouring its soul down to the last essence.
”WHOOOSH!” The warlock's cloaked body turn into a dark mist and hastily floated into a particular direction.
His speed was fast indeed since he arrived at the busy outside streets of Far Water Town in just a few minutes alone.
He flew in his usual dark gale form and bypassed the tall walls of the town and into the center of the buzzing community.
'Strange. I see no sign of the cute piglet and its master.' The warlock mused as he surveyed the expanse of the place.
Thus, he decided to listen in to the gossip of the town and it did not take him long to know about our bored gamer's identity.
With a subtle mind reading done in one old man in the populace, the warlock has finally gotten a new direction in his search.
”DING!” And so he flew once more and tracked a two story house away from the common noises of the town.
It did not take him long to find a lazy picture of a handsome man who at this bright of day was still content on sleeping at his lonesome.
'Is this boy perhaps the master of that pig in the sword master's mouth?' The warlock asked himself.
He was now in a discreet corner of our good gamer's room but kept his intentions at bay. This warlock knew the importance of patience and prudence.
Both of these virtues had served him quite well in his long life. So the warlock looked at our avid gamer and sensed no magical presence in his body.
Not even a shred or lick of it could be felt.
'Just a normal handsome prince?' The warlock was disappointed in what he found. Thus, he was determined to search deeper.
A silent string of words came from the warlock's mouth and this subtle incantation was enough for him to see something beneath the veil of flesh.