Chapter 70 A Trial of Endings (Patreon)

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Badud’s first spell was a vortex of distorted space. It flew as fast as a crossbow bolt and punched easily through an outflung strand of antimagic. The feedback sent a shiver down Nathan’s spine.

He’s not pulling any punches. It feels like he’s spent extra resources to make the spell harder to dispel or counter.  He’s probably got two spellcasting classes over level 729 or 2187, and all of the tricks to go with them. Better to dodge what I can.

{Wizard’s Understanding 3 achieved!}

Nathan watched the spell home in unerringly on his head, then jerked aside at the last moment, spinning his whole body away from the attack. The twisting wizardry rattled his bones as it flew by, making it feel like he’d stood next to a building-sized jackhammer. The vibrations caused by disrupted space damaged his soft tissues, and Nathan coughed up bloody froth as his lungs healed from the damage. But he didn’t slow down as he sprinted towards the Questor.

{Effortless Dodge 6 achieved!}

Behind him the spell impacted the wall of the huge chamber, boring a ten-foot wide hole all the way through the Academy to the outside. Another plume of dust shot into the chamber, and Nathan heard the sounds of crashing stone as floors and ceilings crumbled away in the wake of the disruptive spell.

Badud backpedaled from Nathan’s charge, casting a trio of enormous fireballs that curved towards Nathan from varied angles. Then the Questor glanced backwards and cast a quick [Disintegrate] to open a hole in the wall so he wasn’t trapped.

Nathan’s magical senses told him that the flaming orbs weren’t the simple explosives they appeared to be. Each contained a core of wizardry that would summon some kind of material to be blasted in all directions. But the spell was primarily mana-based, and quick tendrils of antimagic detonated the fireballs early. Burning chunks of thermite zipped all around the room, and Nathan pulled his aura in tight to break down the summoned material.

He was pockmarked by burns, but the thermite disintegrated in his aura and he healed quickly. Nathan punched through the cloud of smoke to see that Badud had vacated the room, leaving one more surprise behind. It was a slowly moving orb of plasma surrounded by a framework of force magic. The force compressed down rhythmically, each pulse squashing the plasma down to a tiny point that flared with intense power that pushed the framework back out. The spell captured most of the energy, seemingly using it for the next round of compression.

{Wizard’s Meditation 6 achieved!}

Nathan sprinted towards the spell and Badud’s exit beyond. He formed a shield of antimagic in front of him, ready to destroy the spell as soon as he got into range. But then his gut clenched and he realized he wasn’t running in quite the right direction. The room wobbled.

It’s an intermittent fusion reaction, and is absorbing most of the energy to do it again. But I bet it’s letting through the dangerous radiation, especially neutrons. I’ve probably absorbed a thousand times the lethal dosage.

His whole body started failing as high-energy neutrons bombarded his body, inducing further radioactivity in anything they hit. Nathan’s vision started graying out, and he spent Focus to keep himself conscious. He lanced out with antimagic to slice through the bottom of the force magic right as the Questor’s spell compressed down once again.

The resulting jet of recently-fusing plasma roared through the chamber like the plume of a rocket, flames cascading over the broken remains of the giant’s skull and punching through into the Academy below. The chamber became an oven filled with flame, but Nathan had dealt with magical flame before.

He paused, breathing deeply as his body was rebuilt. The world snapped back into focus, and Nathan purged his body of the newly created radioisotopes. He couldn’t break them down, but he collected them in the colon for later elimination.

{Immortal Body 3 achieved!}

I feel like he’s just trying out different ways to kill me now.

Nathan didn’t feel any traps ahead, but he still punched through the wall next to where Badud had disappeared, not trusting the gaping hole the Questor had left behind. He found a golem that had been slashed into three pieces, and another hole in the next wall over. He could feel a powerful source of Wizardry farther ahead, at the very edge of his sensory range.

That’s gotta be him. Let’s go through the floors to surprise him. I just need to get close.

Nathan tunneled downwards, then ran through an empty classroom to get underneath the Questor. It felt like Badud was floating high in the air in the room above, and Nathan started tunneling upwards directly underneath the Questor.

{High-tier Noticeability 10 achieved!}

He broke through without a sound, looking up to see Badud floating a hundred feet in the air. They were in some kind of massive hall with rows of pillars supporting a high ceiling.

The Questor was staring straight down at Nathan, his head surrounded by a halo of divination magic. The man’s eyes literally glowed with fury, and his lips curled up in a vicious smirk. “There you are.”

[Master of Stone]

The material of the Academy flowed towards Nathan. He tried to leap upwards for Badud, but the stone coiled around his ankles and yanked him downwards even as it dissolved in his aura. In less than a second the rock had completely encased him and started pressed in from every direction.

Nathan curled into a ball and flared his Rage high to enhance his durability. He could feel the wizardry of the spell that was guiding the rock, and he could try to reach out and disrupt it. But holding his aura in close was all that was preventing him from being crushed. Instead Nathan concentrated the antimagic down to destroy the rock pushing against him and lessen the pressure.

{High-tier Aura Manipulation 3 achieved!}

The stone kept coming, a crushing force that stressed his body and antimagic. Bones groaned in protest, but Nathan focused on the wizardry in the marble. He needed to eke out every bit of efficiency he could in dissolving the enormous mass of stone that the Questor was using to squash him. It didn’t need to be a targeted effect, he just needed the mass of stone gone.

Marble breaks down with acid. That isn’t helpful. But it is crystalline. I have experience breaking down magical crystals by disrupting their lattice structures, like that book that came out of the river. I just need to apply that knowledge here.

{Arcane Nullfield 5 achieved!}

The stone started disintegrating nearly as quickly as it flowed towards him, and Nathan started chuckling despite himself. He was destroying an enormous amount of rock. There was going to be a giant hole in the Academy when he was done. And with the source of the Academy’s wizardry gone, it wasn’t coming back.

His new understanding let Nathan carve out a hollow in the onrushing stone, and he started progressing towards Badud’s last known location. His senses told him that the Questor had moved, and was now floating off to the side, barely thirty feet away.

{Wizard’s Detection 4 achieved!}

Nathan had a bit of aura to spare, and swept it up at Badud hoping to disrupt his flight spells. But the Questor sensed the oncoming danger and teleported a short distance away. That broke his control over the stone, and Nathan erupted from the stone tomb to find himself in a much-changed room. The floors and pillars on all sides had been cannibalized to feed the rock encasement. What was left looked positively fragile.

Badud’s entire body was tense as they faced off in the ruined hall, eyes darting from side to side before fastening onto Nathan once more. He was just barely out of range of Nathan’s antimagic, and seemed ready to react in a split second.

Nathan lashed out with his aura, but not towards Badud. He targeted the remaining support columns of the room, hoping to distract the Questor with a collapsing ceiling. He would be fine, but if the Questor had to dodge the falling stone he might get within aura range of Nathan.

The reaction was more than Nathan had expected. The support columns gave way and the entire ceiling came down, thousands of pounds of stone falling straight down. There weren’t a lot of places to run, and Nathan launched himself upwards, preparing to make himself a hole in the falling rock.

Badud’s reaction was fast and overwhelming.

[Pressure Wave]

The spell was mostly air mana, with only hints of wizardry. But it created an explosion so violent that the falling stone was blasted away in all directions. Nathan resisted the spell easily, and he and Badud were left floating in an empty void. Then more rocks started to fall, now illuminated by the golden haze that surrounded the Academy.

Badud’s spell had blown open a huge hole out of the structure of the building, and the top was open to the night sky. A third of the base of the central tower had been obliterated, and the thick spire of rock was looking a bit precarious.

More rocks started falling,, and Nathan dashed towards Badud once again.

But this time the Questor had space to move, and he was using wizardry to distort the space in the direction he wanted to go. He zipped upwards into the space between the towers, volleying spells with impunity and leaving traps behind if Nathan tried to follow. It was like the game he’d played with Brox, except Nathan wasn’t nearly as quick as the fallen Questor.

He sped after Badud regardless, dodging what spells he could and punching through the rest. He detonated the traps with precise spikes of antimagic, and more stone crumbled as Badud’s missed spells impacted the Academy below them. He wasn’t catching up, and Badud was holding the distance behind them constant.

{Acceleration 6 achieved!}

Then an arrow the size of a sapling bounced off Badud’s [Mage Armor], making him stagger. The Questor whirled around to see more of the large projectiles headed his way. They were being fired by the archer golems spaced around the outside of the central tower.

Nathan dodged as more of the giant arrows flew at him. The projectiles weren’t enchanted, but each was a ten-foot rod of metal moving so fast he could barely track them. The material was made out of Wizardry, but they punched through his aura so quickly that it was nearly useless as a shield.

Badud took advantage of the distraction to cast some kind of invisibility spell. His shape wavered, becoming vague and see-through to Nathan’s eyes. The Questor started charging a new spell, feeding power into a dark sphere of energy that was also cloaked by the invisibility spell.

The golems apparently couldn’t see through Badud’s stealth magic. Their arrow fire refocused towards the only visible target, and Nathan was hard-pressed to dodge the dozens of projectiles while making any forward progress towards Badud.

{Parkour 6 achieved!}

Then Badud unleashed the spell he’d been building. The orb of pure darkness had grown to a couple of feet across, and the light around it lensed strangely. Gravity pulled strongly towards the object and the next few arrows were yanked off-course. One of them flew straight into the dark sphere, entering without a ripple and vanishing entirely. Air whipped into the spell, causing it to grow at a steady pace.

Is that a black hole? Not a real one. A black hole that big would weigh as much as Saturn and would eat everything in sight faster than thought. It’s a wizardry spell that mimics a black hole.

Nathan easily resisted the pull, trying to figure out the Questor’s new magic. It would suck in everything around it,  including both matter and mana. However, the wizardry holding the spell was inherently unstable and it would explode after a few minutes or when it absorbed too much. That explosion wouldn’t be small, and everything the magical singularity consumed would make it stronger.

{Wizard’s Understanding 4 achieved!}

The black hole wizardry arced towards Nathan and more of the giant arrows vanished inside, each causing the spell to expand with a slight jerk. Badud was obviously hoping that Nathan would break the spell and it would blow up in his face.

I’ve got a better idea. A two birds with one stone kind of idea.

Nathan stood in place on thin air as the sphere of darkness flew towards him. It was about ten feet across and was absorbing or knocking off course all of the arrows fired his way. He reached out with his aura, careful not to interfere with the unstable magic holding the spell together. He did nudge it a bit, so it would miss him slightly.

He took a deep breath, focusing his mind and bracing his body. Then he bore down with Focus and antimagic, seizing the trajectory of the magical black hole and forcing it to orbit around him, throwing it back in the general direction of the Questor. Gale-force winds tore at Nathan and the edge of the wizardry event-horizon brushed his arm, wrenching at the limb. But he’d braced well, and he didn’t get pulled into the spell.

{Airwalking 7 achieved!}

{High-tier Aura Manipulation 4 achieved!}

Badud had been summoning forth shimmering obsidian spears and preparing to hurl them at Nathan, but he squawked when he saw his own spell headed in his direction. He fired off his summoned projectiles early, and the black hole happily ate the huge shards of volcanic glass. The Questor cast [Blink], teleporting out of the path of the devouring sphere.

But Nathan hadn’t been aiming at the Questor. The miniature black hole zipped towards the central tower, falling downwards as Davrar’s gravity asserted itself. It went straight through the roof of the Academy about fifteen feet short of the main spire. Nathan could see the spell grow rapidly as the magic consumed the mass and magic of the Academy.

I missed. What can I say, I haven’t had a lot of practice throwing black holes. At least I had a big target.

A second later there was a tremendous explosion as Badud’s wizardry destabilized. The entire bottom of the central tower turned to flying debris along with about a third of the roof of the Academy. Thousands of chunks of stone zipped upwards, and Nathan dodged the big pieces and used his antimagic to disintegrate from the smaller ones.

{Effortless Dodge 7 achieved!}

Once most of the debris had passed Nathan looked up to Badud, smirking and yelling. “Nice spell, Idiot!”

{Mid-tier Battle Cry 8 achieved!}

The Questor had cast a multilayered force shield to protect himself, and about half of the layers had shattered from the high-velocity stone shrapnel. His response was almost incoherently angry. “Die in a pile of slag!“ He reached into a pouch, pulling out a single arrow made of glorious red light and pointing it down at Nathan. He spoke a spell, and the spell was repeated back by Davrar itself.

[The Last Arrows of Olita]

The object in Badud’s hands burst with sudden power, duplicating itself dozens of times over as the Questor released the divine artifact.

“You have brought doom to this continent, Nathan Lark. Now you die, judged by what remains of the god of fellowship in war!”

Well, I’ve survived scary magic before. Time to see if I can survive this one.

The arrows kept replicating until the sky was a mass of sharpened red flames. They didn’t all point in Nathan’s direction, but there were tens of thousands of them, radiating out from where Badud had activated the artifact. Nathan could barely sense Badud anymore, just the array of powerful divine magic above him.

He wouldn’t be able to get out from underneath the umbrella of magic, so Nathan accelerated up at the spell instead. He threw his antimagic ahead, trying to punch a hole in the divine spell that had covered the sky. But this wasn’t a normal spell, or even wizardry-summoned power. This was divine magic of the highest order, emotion and power made real by the direct authority of a dead god.

Nathan dove into the magic regardless, attempting to peel away the layers of prideful energy. Each arrow was a spell with destructive power on par with a wizardry-empowered [Disintegration] spell, and they were harder to block.

{Wizard’s Meditation 7 achieved!}

The magic finished assembling and every arrow dipped as one, conveying the sense of an honorable warrior saluting before a duel. Then the arrows flew downwards like flechettes fired from a cannon the size of a mountain.

Nathan flipped in midair at the last moment before impact, presenting his feet to the onslaught of sharpened holy fire. His antimagic was blunting the divine magic, but it was a sandcastle trying to hold back the tide. Each arrow was backed by the authority of a god, and this spell had been built to tear through every defense.

I’ve got Stamina to spare, but my Focus is marginal. I just need to hold myself together through this.

The first arrows tore through his feet, vaporizing flesh and bone. Nathan’s flesh was inherently antimagic, and the divine magic spent itself destroying his legs. But there were more arrows right behind the first.

Three more tore into Nathan’s body and detonated in suppressed flashes of holy fury, blowing out his lower torso. Two more were right behind, and he clamped down on them with his aura at full blast, trying to prevent them from reaching his head.

{High-tier Aura Manipulation 5 achieved!}

He couldn’t feel anything below his neck. The cloud of divine arrows was mostly below him now, shooting down towards the Academy.

{Arcane Nullfield 6 achieved!}

Ha! I survived your best shot!

One final arrow hit Nathan in the back of the head, and he lost track of things. Everything became darkness, and his Focus dimmed as it held the path open. In desperation, Nathan retreated into his mind palace.

{Congratulations, you have developed the [Mental Fortress] utility skill into [Mental Vault].

{Utility skill: Mental Vault

This skill fortifies your mind, enhancing the efficiency of Focus spent to enhance your thoughts. It will protect you from skills and spells that interfere with your mind and help you quickly store and recall memories. With time and effort you can recall older memories and store them in the mental construct.}

Nathan opened his eyes again, very aware that his body was still regenerating everything below the shoulders. He was falling through the air, looking up at a tower falling directly towards him. The sun appeared in the sky as daybreak came, blinding him. He struggled to slow himself down while getting out of the path of the mass of rock. It was difficult to do with half-regenerated arms, and he barely managed to avoid getting clipped by the tower as it landed on the main portion of the building below.

{Immortal Body 4 achieved!}

The motion spun Nathan around, and he saw the Ascendent Academy as it was lit by the new day. The divine magic of Badud’s spell had riddled the abused stone with thousands and thousands of holes. Flashes of reddish light erupted from gaps in the structure as the arrows detonated individually. More towers fell, and plumes of dust and smoke billowed into the air.

Nathan stabilized himself, looking around for the Questor. The lack of landmarks made it hard to place himself in relation to where he’d been before the apocalyptic spell, and he couldn’t see Badud.

Did he teleport out?

The defensive shell of the Academy failed with a thunderous crash, sending a pressure wave in all directions that blew out Nathan’s eardrums. The pressure shattered the outer walls of the Academy and knocked over the last upright tower. It also stirred up the dust into a thick cloud that heavily obscured visibility and plunged the area into darkness once more. The last traces of the decorative magic of the Academy made the golden dust shimmer faintly.

Nathan heard a faint ringing for a second before his eardrums healed. He reached out with his magical senses, scanning around for any trace of Badud. There was a quick flare of air magic high above as a spell cleared some dust from the sky.

{Wizard’s Detection 5 achieved!}

A smile crept across his face, and Nathan started ascending higher. He rocketed upwards, pushing himself to reach the Questor before he moved. Detection and [Message] spells swept across the ruin below, and Nathan was careful not to disrupt any of the magic.

I think he’s trying to decide if there’s anything worth saving.

The Questor started sweeping wedges of the sky clear of dust. He was trying to give himself a clear view of the carnage below.

Nathan dashed to the side, getting out from directly underneath the Questor and out of the path of his sky-clearing spells. He stayed where the dust was thickest and kept going up, straining himself to match Badud’s altitude as quickly as possible.

{Acceleration 7 achieved!}

When he got to the right height he curved towards Badud, arrowing straight towards him from the side. Nathan flared [Noticeability] to hide himself, noticing that the [Mental Vault] upgrade also enhanced the efficiency of that skill. He ran noiselessly through the thinning cloud of dust, absorbing any light mana that hit him and doing everything in his power to be a shadow in the swirling cloud. His target was already watching the Academy carefully, there was nothing for him to see in the swirling clouds of dust.

{Congratulations, you have developed the [High-tier Noticeability] utility skill into [Visibility Control].

{Utility skill: [Visibility Control]

You know when you are visible to others, and you can spend Focus to become less visible or to direct their attention in certain directions.}

With his magical senses, Nathan could tell that the Questor had set up a shield. It was [Slow Shell], the same spatially-expanded sphere that had blocked Nathan during the battle so long ago. But this time, he had new tools to understand and counter the Wizardry. Nathan held off until the last second, then speared forward with six tendrils of antimagic to neutralize the spell right before he made contact.

{Wizard’s Understanding 5 achieved!}

Badud had been inspecting the wrecked Academy with a frown. He reacted quickly when Nathan shattered his defensive spell, whipping sideways and casting a spell on instinct.

[Blin -

Nathan’s antimagic tore through the Questor’s building spell. His aura fought with Badud’s wizardry-enhanced [Mage Armor], but the defensive magic failed just in time for a fist to take the mage in the gut with every ounce of Nathan’s momentum behind it.

Badud had some kind of nonmagical bodily enhancement that meant the blow didn’t rip through his intestines and out of his back. But the Questor still folded around Nathan’s fist like wet cardboard, and the force of the blow was significant enough to send the black-robed mage flying backwards.

Nathan followed, refusing to give Badud any space whatsoever. He grabbed onto the mage’s wrists, pulling him close and wrapping him tightly in antimagic. They glared at each other for a frozen second before Nathan yanked on Badud’s arms to deliver a vicious headbutt.

The Questor’s nose snapped with a pop against Nathan’s forehead. He coughed, but then started laughing. It wasn’t an amused laugh, but a vicious snicker. When Nathan looked up, Badud’s teeth were bared in a bloody snarl.

“So you have bested me, boy. The heart of Giantsrest is dead. Enjoy your prophesied victory, for it shall not last. You join the games of Questors.”

Badud continued, his eyes burning with vindictive flame.

“Kill me, and you will be free of us for a time. But I will propose that the Ending of History starts on this continent early, and bargain what I must to make it so. Sarya will take some manner of deal, and all that will be left to you is smoke and blood.”

He laughed again, this time with pleasure as he gazed out at a scene from his imagination.

“A hundred years, a hundred and fifty, and then all of the horrors of history will awake and scour the land clean. Have you even delved into the depths? I anticipate watching joyfully on the day Gemore drowns in ancient magics and monsters beyond imagination.”

Badud shook his wrists slightly in Nathan’s grip. It wasn’t so much an attempt to escape as an acknowledgement of the hold Nathan had on him. “Now kill me, that I may respawn and face the heckles of my grid for falling to a mere creation of Davrar.”

Nathan didn’t let the speech bother him, and he smirked back at Badud. “Not quite yet.” He finished drilling into the Questor’s annoyingly tough mana pool and began draining it for all it was worth.

Questors can travel long distances without [Teleport], so I won’t be able to take him prisoner.

The man gaped like a beached fish. “What - what are you doing?”

I can’t capture him, and it sounds like killing him is only a minor setback. Maybe if I break his magic, that will hold through the respawn.

Nathan shrugged. “The least I can do is leave you something to remember me by.”

Badud started struggling, jerking and bucking to try to get free of Nathan’s grip. He was strong, with more strength than a mage should have.

But Nathan in the grip of his Rage was stronger, and he held the Questor in place as he drained his mana pool. But there was a problem. Badud was a wizard, with an enormous mana pool and a connection to magic that resembled a steel cable instead of a thread. Nathan couldn’t sever it. He couldn’t cut the Questor off from magic.

Not yet.

He could fuck it up a bit. He snarled in Badud’s face, stretching his antimagic to damage what he could, mangling every piece of metaphysical architecture he could reach. He didn’t know what all of it did, but he knew it would make the man a worse spellcaster. He ripped and tore, stretching his antimagic to the breaking point to wreck the magical foundation Badud must have spent centuries - or millennia - building.

{High-tier Aura Manipulation 6 achieved!}

{Wizard’s Understanding 6 achieved!}

The Questor’s mouth was open in a silent scream, and tears mixed with the blood trickling from his nose. He coughed up more blood, and started speaking once more. “I’ll see you dead in a pit of Quenfi, I’ll hire mercenaries from…”

Nathan cut him off with another headbutt. “I don’t think you understand. If you unleash Endings on Gemore, then that means I can’t solve the problem by staying here. I’m coming to you, asshole. If you can control the Endings, then you can stop them.”

He pulled Badud down into a knee which broke his jaw, then repeated the blow. He flailed the Questor back and forth to strike his throat, face and temples without ever letting go of his wrists. It took a couple of solid minutes of beating the overly tough body, but eventually Nathan had done enough damage that he could tell the Questor was dying.

He crushed an automatic healing enchantment and regarded the pulped face. “I’ll see you later, but you won’t see me.”

Then Badud died, and his body dissolved into light.

{Void of Magic has leveled to 511! You have destroyed the Ascendent Academy and killed the Questor Badud.}

{Spellslayer has leveled to 372! You have slain the Questor Badud from stealth and destroyed the institution of the Ascendent Academy!}

Well shit. 173 levels for Void of Magic, 112 for Spellslayer. Because Void of Magic wasn’t leveling during all the murders.

{Congratulations! You have killed a Questor! They will not be able to return to this continent until those who knew them should have died of old age. If you claim this kill to other Questors they will receive verification. Be cautious, for many Questors are friends and allies of each other.}

Another rumble of collapsing stone sounded from below, and Nathan looked down as the Ascendent Academy finished collapsing in on itself.

Mission accomplished?

{Utility skill: Mental Fortress

You have a mental construct to aid with memory and recall. This skill will help you quickly store and recall memories, as well as protect you from skills and spells that would interfere with your thoughts and memories. With time and effort you can recall older memories and store them in the mental construct.}

{Utility skill: Mental Vault

This skill fortifies your mind, enhancing the efficiency of Focus spent to enhance your thoughts. It will protect you from skills and spells that interfere with your mind and help you quickly store and recall memories. With time and effort you can recall older memories and store them in the mental construct.}

{Utility skill: [High-tier Noticeability]

You will know when others' eyes are upon you, and can spend focus to shift their attention. You can also guide their notice away from other events.}

{Utility skill: [Visibility Control]

You know when you are visible to others, and you can spend Focus to become less visible or to direct their attention in certain directions.}

{Overall Status:

{Status of Nathan Lark:

Permanent Talent 1: Arcane Nullfield 6

Permanent Talent 2: Immortal Body 4

Permanent Talent 3: Airwalking 7

Class: Void of Magic level 511

Deepened Stamina: 15630/15630

Void of Feeling

Antimagic Momentum

Raging Thrill

Implacable Inertia

Unarmored Resilience

Magic Anathema

Airborne Agility

Hand-to-hand Expertise

Voluminous Aura

Denial of Wizardry

Mana Severance

Class: Spellslayer level 372

Regenerative Focus: 2523/3820

Catastrophic Blows

Battle Stealth

Mage Infiltration

Forgettable

Sneaky Blow

Antimagic Stealth

Magical Manipulation

Lethal Index

Wizard Resistance

Magic Jammer

Controlled Failure

Utility skills:

Wizard’s Meditation 7

Inspiration 3

Acceleration 7

Wizard’s Detection 5

Alertness 8

Wizard’s Understanding 6

Effortless Dodge 6

Mental Vault 1

Tutoring 3

Parkour 6

Visibility Control 1

High-tier Disguise 1

Mid-tier Battle Cry 8

High-tier Aura Manipulation 6}

A/N: This is the last main chapter of book 3. There will be an epilogue posted in one week, on February 15th. Shortly after that I will be pausing Patreon and going on break for at least a couple of months (and keeping Patreon paused so nobody gets charged until I start back up again). More details next week.