Chapter 528 - The Prodigy That Rivaled Eliard (1/2)

Chapter 528: The Prodigy That Rivaled Eliard

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

In the stone hut, the Magician who had been lying on the stone platform finally woke up.

“Oh… where am I? How did I get here?” He rubbed his forehead, his brows bunched up in a frown. At times, his body would shake involuntarily like a leaf. He must not be feeling well at all.

Link was sitting beside the stone platform. When the Magician had woken up, Link quickly said, “Easy now, you’re safe.”

The Magician sat up and stared at Link. He did not recognize the scruffy-looking mercenary sitting beside him. Confused, he asked, “And you are?”

“Just your everyday busybody,” replied Link casually. He then added, “You were possessed by an evil spirit. I expelled it from your body. You should be able to feel its absence from your body.

“Expelled from my… you know magic?” The Magician surveyed Link from tip to toe. His surroundings seemed unreal to him. At the moment, he was more intrigued by Link’s presence than his own current condition.

Link did not respond. He continued asking, “Do you not feel that you have just woken up from a terribly vivid dream?”

Despite not answering his question directly, the mercenary did not seem to harbor any ill intentions. The Magician had no choice but to repress his curiosity and rake through his brain for his most recent memories. He nodded. “Yeah, I think so. In the dream, I did many… many terrible things. Oh god, did I really do these things?”

Realization quickly dawned on the Magician.

“No, that wasn’t you. Rather, it was the evil spirit who had taken possession of you, but I’ve already exorcized it from your body.” Link paused for a moment and stared at the Magician. He then said, “You probably should know that you weren’t the only one being controlled by these evil spirits. These spirits were no ordinary entities, they’re extremely intelligent, and they seem to work in coordination with one another. I need to know what these spirits are up to now.”

According to the natural laws of Firuman, Ethereals were classified as a type of incorporeal entities. They usually did not retain their own memories in them. Instead, they would store their memories in their hosts’ minds. After being ejected from a body, an Ethereal would leave behind its memories in its previous host. He or she would be able to recall these memories if they dug deep enough.

This was the Ethereal Warrior’s biggest weaknesses.

The Magician pressed his head against a hand, trying to recall his dream. After a few minutes, he grabbed his head in both hands and moaned out in pain. He began tossing and turning on the platform. “Argh, no, I can’t do it. My head feels like it’s about to split open…”

The Eliards voice went hoarse. His eyes were protruding from their sockets. Blue veins began appearing across his face, and he was biting on his lower lip until it bled.

Link frowned at the sight of this. He drew out the Dragon King’s Fury sword and swung it a few times in the air. Hum, hum… An almost inaudible sound rang out in the air as if the sword had sliced through something invisible. When this was over, the Magician’s face had relaxed somewhat. He lay on the platform, grasping his head in his hands while taking in huge gulps of air.

“What just happened?” asked Link.

“I don’t know. I was trying to recall the things that had happened before. I did remember a few things, and then my memory… no, my entire mind was invaded by a huge black shadow. It told me that I was dead. And then there was pain.”

“Black shadow?” Link frowned. After thinking for a while, he suddenly stepped forth and pressed his hand on the Magician’s body, feeling for something. After that, he turned his body around, so that the Magician was now lying face-down on the platform. He then lifted the Magician’s shirt up behind him.

The Magician was around 30 years old. His Level-4 power meant that he must be among the upper middle-class members of the Magic Academy. His skin was a delicate white. However, a purple rune had been imprinted on his skin at the midsection of his spine.

The rune was shaped like an eye. As Link had already severed the connection between the rune and its caster, the rune now remained dark. This, however, did not affect Link’s ability to discern its purpose.

He wiped at it with a hand. The rune peeled itself off the Magician’s back and floated in the air.

The Magician lifted his head and was startled to see the rune. “What is this?”