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Chapter 66 - A Road

Rowan glanced at Kai, his brows furrowed. “Do I… thank them?” he asked, watching as the dozen or so Mist Wraiths floated aimlessly around them.

His familiar tilted his head, hopping over to one of the monsters and pecking it.

The Wraith looked down, extended a hand, and ran an e...

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Chapter 65 - Magical Might

The [Firebolt] erupted from his hand, flying through the air with so much speed that Rowan’s eyes could barely follow. A sharp crack echoed through the mountainous valley below, the boulder he’d been aiming at splitting in half from the force of his spell.

Rowan stared at ...

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Chapter 64 - Storm Touched

The walking calamity stared back. For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Rowan felt the charge in the air, the invisible weight of it pressing against his skin. Arcs of lightning pulsed beneath the creature’s shifting form, crackling like a caged beast. 

Then—without warni...

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Chapter 63 - The Living Storm

A feeling of dread washed over Rowan as the Green-Core monster’s gaze settled on him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t think. It felt like his legs were rooted in place, and it took him longer than he’d care to admit to gather his scattered thoughts.

[Iron Will] flared, barely managing...

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Chapter 62 - Distant Thunder

A shape floated into the cavern, its movement silent save for the distant roar of wind and thunder. Rowan stood beside the dim orange glow of his campfire, the meager warmth barely pushing back the sudden chill that swept over him.

The mist thickened as it coalesced into a vaguely humanoid ...

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Chapter 61 - The Stormspire Heights

Once again, Rowan found himself walking through an unfamiliar region with a raven on his shoulder. It was a stark contrast to the first time he’d used a token. Six months wasn’t a lot of time in the grand scheme of things, but for him, it made a world of difference.

He’d left the nort...

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Chapter 60 - Prologue (Start of Book 2)

Prince Kairos Voidsong, the Kingdom's First Sword beamed at his opponent, the edge of his blade dripping with crimson blood.

“Ha!” he bellowed a laugh, feeling the winds of luck blow in his direction.

Some called his Trait unfair, but for Kairos, the only word he’d use to descri...

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Chapter 59 - Setting out (End of Book 1)

The city of Litwick was alive with celebrations. Its citizens filled the streets while the returning adventurers basked in the glory.

Their battle had been hard fought, and even harder won. Lives were lost, Paths were severed, and families were left with fewer members than before. But the p...

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Chapter 58 - Answers

Rowan led them to the edge of the encampment, away from the fires and the festivities. His heart raced in his chest, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a physical weight. He could feel his pulse in his temples, his hands shaking with a nervous energy.

Rowan knew what he had ...

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Chapter 57 - Celebrations

Rowan blinked, his vision still spinning. He turned his head, and through the haze of exhaustion, he saw Quinea and the other adventurers standing a short distance away.


Laith cleaved a hobgoblin clear in half with an axe swing. Nemir parried a spear thrust—his greatsword shini...

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Chapter 56 - Death From Above

Rowan flew through the air, his arms flailing, trying to stabilize himself. It was a heady feeling and for just a moment, the urgency of the battle receded to the back of his mind.


The sight from so far above left him breathless. He could see the horde of goblins beneath him, the...

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Chapter 55 - Advance

Annie stood close to Nemir, waiting for her chance to contribute. The Silver-ranks in front of them battled against the encroaching horde, their weapons flashing as they cut through the goblins.


Come on, she gritted her teeth. Let me get in there.


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Chapter 54 - Into The Fray

“Archers, mages, to the walls!” Quinea shouted, her voice booming across the camp.


Rowan’s eyes narrowed as the goblin army grew closer, their war drums now audible in the distance, a maddening rhythm that pounded in time with his heart.


“Form up!” she ...

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Chapter 53 - Alarm

The assembled forces of Litwick stood around the Warchief’s former tent, milling about and celebrating their triumph.


The victory had cost them. Two mages, eighteen Silver-ranks, and thirty-nine Iron-ranks had given their lives to achieve it.


Tremil had straine...

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Chapter 52 - Exhausted & Bloody

The goblin yelped as Rowan’s punch connected, his fist breaking its nose with a satisfying crunch. Blood pooled from its scarred face, mingling with his own.


Rowan’s heart beat like a wardrum, pounding away in his chest as another punch landed.


He could see t...

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Chapter 51 - A Grand Old Time

Laith was having a grand old time, even if those around him weren’t. His axe cleaved through the skull of a hobgoblin, quickly followed by another. His Aura of Vigor empowered his muscles, making each strike stronger than the last.


Their cohort of Silver-ranks had already lost ...

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Chapter 50 - Move, Fight, Kill

The battlefield was a cacophony of sounds—screams, the ringing of steel against steel, and the guttural cries of goblins that cut through the air like a blade. Nemir’s sword felt heavy in his grip, each swing sending jolts up his arm as it carved through flesh and bone.


Yet h...

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Chapter 49 - A Blizzard

As dawn arrived, the assembled might of Litwick finally reached its destination.


The landscape before them opened up into a valley, revealing the goblin warcamp sprawled across the rocky terrain. From their vantage point at the edge of the ridge, Rowan could see the crudely built...

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Chapter 48 - Setting Out

It was still dark out when the assembled forces of Litwick left the protection of the city walls, just over three hundred of them in all.


Rowan stood among the contingent of mages—eleven of them in total. Yet only nine of them would be engaging the shamans. Their job wasn’t t...

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Chapter 47 - Knights & Robbers

Rowan and the rest of the Grove sat in silence, a heavy atmosphere draped over the room.


There was tension simmering just beneath the surface, with both Silvia and Omi looking like they were on the cusp of drawing their weapons.


Silvia was the first to move, her ...

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Chapter 46 - The Meeting

Rowan stood by the wide windows of the Adventurer’s Guild Hall, his arms crossed and his gaze lingering on the city beyond.


The streets of Litwick were unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the normal bustle that filled the air. Word of this meeting had reached the people of the...

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Chapter 45 - Mage Duel

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Just wanted to say thanks for all the support. Honestly feels kind of wild that there are people willing to pay actual money to read the things I write. Anyways, I really appreciate it. Here's the new chapter.

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Tremil led them to a wider, more...

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Chapter 44 - Motion

Rowan gave Tremil’s question the attention it deserved.


What is Wind? he thought, running a hand through his hair.


The simple answer was that it was moving air. But he wasn’t just asking about the physical manifestation. It was a magical affinity, an...

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Chapter 43 - A Simple Question

Rowan and Tremil spent the next half hour talking about the upcoming expedition and what he hoped to achieve before they left. It was a productive conversation, but he found his thoughts occupied by the task he’d been given.


Fighting a peak Orange-Core mage.


Th...

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Chapter 42 - Worldly Experience

Three days after mastering [Feather Fall], Rowan stood in front of a gated mansion.


For what had to have been the dozenth time today, he pulled up his spell list, a wide smile on his face.



Spells: Whisper - [Flash], [Heat], [Igni...

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Chapter 41 - Creative Falling

The spell tome for [Whisper Step] wasn’t all that thick, but lower levels spells rarely were.


What they contained were drawings of the human body, illustrated from the front and the side. That gave two viewpoints so as to accurately represent the path a mage’s mana needed to ...

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Chapter 40 - Pondering

Rowan sat under the tall oak in the backyard, four spell tomes opened in front of him. The late morning sun filtered through the branches above, illuminating the worn pages. It was a peaceful scene—an almost surreal contrast to the weight pressing on his shoulders.


It took most...

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Chapter 39 - Your Duty

The muffled buzz of conversation grew louder as Rowan, Tremil, and the Greenstride twins entered the Guild’s main auditorium. The room was spacious but dimly lit, with rows of wooden benches rising in tiers toward the back.


A massive crest of the Adventurer’s Guild—two swor...

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Chapter 38 - Upcoming Meeting

Killian walked up to Rowan, dusting off his clothes.


“Well, that was fun,” he said with a smile that didn’t quite reach his face, glancing at the spear in Rowan’s hands. “Sure as hell didn’t expect you to keep that many active at the same time, I’ll tell you that,...

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Chapter 37 - Duel

Kilian blurred across the yard, his spear held firmly in front, charging towards Rowan.


In a straight line, it was fair to say that the Silver-rank was faster than the Wyrmlings. His legs ate away the distance between them, a cheer going out through the crowd.


Ro...

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