《Sorcerer King》


 Auguste Clan

    Gavin Auguste currently sat on his chair watching the people passing by him with a bored look. He had been the chief guard of the Auguste Clan for the last 15 years, having seen all types of people on this vast road, be it Peasants, Nobles, young hot-blooded youth and old people with one leg already in their graves. Having observed people for the last 15 years, Gavin could say confidently that he was good at being able to know what one was thinking by their facial expressions.


    He was currently watching the road seeing many young hot-blooded youths running with excitement plastered all over their faces, all of them no doubt running to join the Golden Horde. The personal army of the Third Young Master of the Auguste Clan


    Erasmus Cephalos Auguste. When thinking of him, Gavin felt a shiver run through his spine.


    Although he was already a Master Magician adept at ice he still feared the Third young master after all he was known to be the most ruthless among the Clan Heads children as well as the smartest.


    This combined created a monster that terrorised all criminals of the Endless Mountains with his great army the Golden Horde which acted as the enforces of the vast Capital City of Reinhardt and the Great Fiefdom of the Auguste Clan. The Great Fiefdom of the Auguste Household, The Endless mountains was the most massive Fiefdom of the Imperium, belonging to the Auguste Clan even before the Founding of the Imperium. Gavin turned his attention back to the road looking at all these youths with disdain. Out of all the teenagers that partake in the recruitment exam more than 70% of them are eliminated or dead.


    Even then among these youths he felt attuned to some of them, he could feel a power resonating between them mainly with those who possessed talent in the elements of Ice and Water. On the continent of Iris, many professions existed. The Two Strongest professions were Magician or Warrior, or that was what was told to the masses of the continent. Gavin as a member of the Auguste Clan even though it was only a branch of the family had the privilege to know many stuff others would usually never get to know in the entirety of their lives such as the fact that a Magician or Warrior was merely a Mid-Tier profession.Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    For example, the Augustus Household was a family that had a secret profession in their bloodline one that genuinely horrifying and ancient, Gavin only knew this much as he did not have the privilege to know more than this, however, the power of the Auguste Clan was one of the most influential forces on the continent.


    The Auguste Clan was really known as a mighty noble Clan from the times their ancestors settled in the Endless Mountains they were the only family who survived in the Endless Mountains for the past centuries because they were a family that was extraordinarily united and they heeded the wisdom of their elders. One of the reasons the Auguste family survived in the brutal Endless Mountain was because of one of their most potent strengths was learning from there ancestors failures and taking an example of their achievements, this caused them to grow in power each generation.


    The Auguste territory was situated On the Edge of the Endless Mountain Range where the family''s primary duty was to protect the realm from magical beasts invading, this made the clan highly experienced at warfare coupled with their magical talents. On the continent of iris, those who could become mages were extremely few with skills being ranked from Tier 1 to Tier 10. The Auguste bloodline granted one many special powers with one of them being to have a greater pool of energy that regular people did not have, this was seen by the fact that the minimum talent the Auguste Clan produced was Tier 4 and they had a few different geniuses at tier 9 and 10.


    As Gavin was in deep thought his assistant, who was guarding alongside him suddenly shook him out of his dreams.


    "What are you doing waking me up like that" as Gavin was annoyed he could not help but raise his voice


    " Oh, are you not going to greet me" a powerful voice suddenly made way to his ears.


    As Gavin looked at the location of the voice, he was shocked to see that the voice belonged to none other than then the Third Young Master.

 Erasmus

    Erasmus was on his way to the main clan''s manor when he stopped at the large gate in front of the mansion and turned to look at the Head guard of the estate Gavin who seemed to be in a meditative state. I stopped and waited for him to get out of this state until another guard shook Gavin out of his state. Gavin finally broke out of his state, and as he looked at me I decided to tease him a bit


    "Oh are you just going to stare at me and not greet me" my voice boomed out at him.


    As he looked at me with a pondering face probably thinking of what to answer me with he spoke


    "Ah Young Master afternoon to you I was in deep thought when you came to me thus not being able to respond to you, I hope you can forgive me" I could see the fear on his face.


    Given my reputation, I could completely understand his reaction, although this was a bit saddening to see this from someone I respected.


    "Do not worry I was merely joking with you" I responded in a casual tone.


    I walked into the manor passing through the corridors and entering the great hall where the entire family came together to discuss the war that was about to take place, thinking about giving me shivers, not of fear but of ecstasy. As I walked, I noticed my 3 Brothers and 2 Sisters sitting already and my uncles, nephews, and nieces all sitting there probably waiting for me to start the council, they all sat at a large round table and at the forefront of it was my Father, looking at him I could only describe him asThe author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.


    "Commonplace in complexion, in a feature, in manners, and invoice. His father middle size and of ordinary build. His eyes, of the piercing blue the auguste possessed, were perhaps remarkably cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as trenchant and heavy as an axe¡­ Otherwise, there was only an indefinable, faint expression of his lips, something stealthy ¡ª a smile ¡ª not a smile, he may have looked normal, but many would not have recognised that you were looking at the man known as the Harbinger of Chaos."


    After I sat down the war council had officially started, and my father started speaking


    "As you all well know the gnomes and drakes to the west of us have entered an alliance and wished to attack us, today we will be addressing the matter; Grand War Elder explain the matter to us" my father''s


    An old man who looked about fifty with auburn hair and piercing blue eyes stood up, this was the Grand War Elder of the Auguste Clan Meldon.


    An old but majestic voice soon was heard "They seem to wish to divert our attention as the gnomes have attacked the eastern cities of Belgor and Radmill and the drakes have attacked the Western port of Nillium."


    "Utter stupidity, Father you should just leave this to me I would utterly crush them if my Violet Army attacks these bunch of cows."


    I looked at the location of the voice to see the one who spoke up was my elder sister Vanessa, the reckless one of the family.


    "Hmm Vanessa you are correct these bunch of cows are starting to gain some intelligence I''ll leave you to take care of the gnomes, anyone wants to take down the drakes "


    At this moment a devilish grin spread on my face as I quickly answered.


    "Father your third son will take his Golden horde and completely destroy these idiotic drakes."


    "Good this matter can then be considered as dealt with I believe this council is dismissed, Vanessa and Erasmus you two stay behind."


    After everybody went only us three were left in the Grand Hall. My father looked at us and said: "I want these missions completed within a month; do you understand."


    "Yes Father" we replied unanimously.


    "Alright then I wish you Happy hunting," my father said as we all broke into smiles.

 Golden Horde

    I looked at myself in the mirror, I was tall and wearing full Golden armour showing a very imposing figure. I went out of my tent and hopped on my Red Flaming Horse. I called for my First Lieutenant Pariaich to rally the troops, soon 10 000 men stood in front of me all Inline. After I was ready I started my speech:


    "Men today we ride out into battle, we are not going to be fighting other clans today, We will be fighting the beings you had been trained to since its beginning dragons or rather there bastard child''s drakes. Some of you will not return, and I can guarantee that to my will widows will weep and hate me; however, I expect one and one thing only from all of you "Victory. I hate failure and those who fail me only know of one thing, death, therefore, I encourage you do not fail me".


    "Long live the Auguste Clan."


    "Long live the Auguste Clan" A considerable roar that seemed to shake the earth itself burst from the soldiers. Among the many new recruits were unlucky to be drafted onto there first battle as soon as they started, they were probably the majority among those who would die today. Not that I cared about the recruits, there could always be more, and there is no lack of them; however a more pressing matter was was making sure my Golden Horde did not lose out to my elder sisters Violet Army.


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    Lionel was currently extremely nervous. He was marching alongside the troops, and he couldn''t believe it. He was marching alongside the Golden Horde. The Most ferocious army in the Endless Mountains. Famed for the brutal tactics they were known to be one of only two victorious armies in the Endless Mountains. Being undefeated since it was formed ten years ago by The commander in chief and the Colonel pariach. Lionel knew that they were currently marching off to the Western port city of Nillium, his hometown, Lionel could not help but be worried for his family and friends as he turned his attention back to the road he saw Nillium in his sight already and with determination he would save his family and friends.


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    On the Western expanses, there were thousands of hideous creatures attacking a city, surrounded by mountains and the Nillium River the port city of Nillium was said to be a natural fortress but against massive creatures which were wild and could fly the City''s garrison was struggling with fighting them. The city lord was the most powerful person in Nillium. He was an Elemental Warrior adept at the element of fire. He was currently in the air fighting what appeared to be more than 100 drakes at once. He would have normally been able to kill them. However, as drakes were attuned to fire it was proving to be too hard and with more coming toward his direction. the City Lord could only think "Was this the ending of everything that he had done becoming the Second cycle Elemental master at the young age of 40, this impressed even the Auguste Clan which offered him a post at the important port city of Nillium."This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    All of a sudden the weather changed the sky was illuminated by golden lightning signifying only one thing, the earth started shaking, and on the horizon, one could see an army approaching in lightning fast speed.


    The Golden Horde


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    Without even speaking Erasmus took out his sword and flew to the sky. He saw the City Lord struggling with fighting drakes. He waved his sword, and a lightning slash cut all of the drakes into two pieces.


    "City Lord it has been some time since we have last seen and it seems to me that your skills have declined."


    "Hahaha, Erasmus I would have never thought there would be a day where I would be happy seeing you."


    "Is it so, well we could talk over the old times later as for now let''s have some fun."


    Erasmus plunged into the battlefield between the city garrison and the drakes. Slashing the drakes apart with his Lightning sword and tearing them apart with his left hand. He kept on fighting for hours until it started getting to him, sweat stung his eyes like tiny vipers, dripping down from a gore sprayed face. All around was nothing but a whirlwind of disorder and violence, a blur of colour and vicious motion. The parched, panting tongue collected the dust-choked air which intermixed with the bitterness of iron.


    Deafening, blood pounded in the ears, drumming to a ferocious beat inside the helmet. The sound was barely enough to obscure the cries of men, the screams of injured Drakes, and the thunder of striking steel flesh.


    Pain from a dozen wounds barely registered, being drowned out by the heightened, throbbing ache from the shattered hand which hung trembling on the right side. Above the lower scent of sweat was Erasmus bleeding all over.


    He started chanting an old spell "May the spirits of the forgiven heal me" his shattered hand started healing all the blood receding back into the flesh. The wounds around his body wounds disappeared to the naked eyes, and his fatigue was gone


    He looked behind him to see the Golden Horde slaughtering the drakes however there were just too many. He looked ahead of him and saw the thousands of these hideous creatures coming. He finally decided to take care of this by him by using a Spell of Destruction.


    Looking at the Golden Horde and the City''s Lord and garrison amplifying his voice he said: "Retreat If you do not wish to die."


    It''s about time I got rid of these hideous creatures for good. Erasmus sighed and started chanting "Limit of the thousands of hands, respectful hands, unable to touch the darkness. Shooting hands unable to reflect the blue sky. The road that basks in light, the wind that ignited the embers, time that gathers when both are together, there is no need to be hesitant, obey my orders. Light bullets, eight bodies, nine items, a book of heaven, diseased treasure, great wheel, grey fortress tower. Aim far away, scatter brightly and cleanly when fired."


    "Almighty Destruction Arise".

 True Destruction

    "Almighty Destruction Arise"


    At that moment it seemed as if time itself had stopped and everything stilled as if it was the calm before the storm, and then it happened single golden lightning silently descending from the heavens above seemed to be to be signifying the arrival of the storm.


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    Lionel was wounded in every single part of his body completely soaked with the blood of drakes and his own blood. He heard the commander in chief order a retreat. Confused but still full of relief he retreated. He could see many of the members of the army giving him a look that he could not describe, one that no had ever shown him respect, probably because he had survived a war without no formal training and only his basic magical techniques he had been taught at the Common academy. Looking up at the sky he could see the City Lord constructing some type of barrier between the commander in chief and us


    "Retreat further if you wish to keep your lives," said a booming voice. Locating the direction of the sound he could see it was the purple haired colonel pariach


    I did not understand why we had to retreat further. However, the answer came to me soon as the scene of pure horror was subjected in front of us. On the other side of the barrier, the city lord constructed the only living beings was the drakes and the Commander in chief. Even though we were supposedly safe from the destruction from the other side of the barrier I could see the sky was blanketed in thick, red clouds. The ground started shaking as veins split along the landscape; being forced apart by huge spines of Earth shooting up from below. It took a moment for Lionel to catch his breath He looked around him and saw that the thousands of army soldiers alongside me did not seem to be fazed by this at all. This was how strong the commander in chief. Capable of destroying the world itself.


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    On the other side of the barrier, the fiery red-haired Erasmus was grinning widely as he heard the screams of anguish from these drakes. They were subject to many torments even before their deaths with some drakes encompassed by hell-fire and others hit by millions of golden lightning in a matter of seconds. Soon the chaos subsided and what appeared was a wasteland. It would be hard to regrow agriculture her, the drakes were dead, and It was time to go back.If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    "Pariach make sure to send a few Land Healers to fix this wasteland."


    "Roger that commander" Pariach was quick to reply in her passionate sounding voice.


    Land Healers were people who specifically brought barren lands back to life. They were one of the 3 main branches of the profession Healer. Known for their ability to give plants special powers they could also boost the lifespans of trees. Something Elves loved to use their Land Healers for. As the Auguste Clan was Situated in the mountainous region of the Endless mountains they had many Land Healers.


    The Golden Horde marched back to Reinhardt. They were not full of energy as they were thoroughly exhausted however they could hold back their fatigue as they were all at least Journeymen in there profession (Except the new recruits who were already half dead).


    The ranking system in the continent of Iris was something that was founded by the Ancient Association.all professions followed the same ranking system, For example, the ranking system for mages went like went like this in the Auguste Clan and the Imperium Of Yuramia.


    Sparks are those who have undergone only basic training. They are the juniors of the academies, essentially. Once they enter the later stages of their magical training, they become Novices. (Lionel and the new recruits is at this point) If they show potential, Novices are sent to a Master for further training and become Apprentices. Alternatively, they may join the army to become Military Ardors, where they start using military ranks. At the end of their training, Apprentices become official mages, First Journeymen, also known as Adepts. After proving their worth, Adepts become Master Mages. The most powerful mages become Grandmaster Mages, but to reach this rank, one must achieve many and great things. Of course, there were ranks higher than this, but they were no longer in the realm of mortals.


    (AN: consider the two as a Master''s Degree and a PhD respectively).


    On top of this ranking system, mages also receive titles. Competent masters, the most powerful of their time, earn the title of Arch-Mage. They mostly make up a council of mages that handle the Auguste clans problems. An Arch-Mage with the rank of Grandmaster becomes a Grand Arch-Mage.


    The single most powerful mage at a point in time has the title of Magus Maximus.


    Also, the clan head will always choose one mage adviser who becomes the Grand War Elder, whom he trusts the most.


    Erasmus got out of his thoughts and realised he had already reached the capital however his face soon turned pale with anger as he saw another person standing at the tall gates of the Capital.

 Returning

    In front of me was my Elder sister Vanessa, a smirk plastered all over her face (probably because she had accomplished her task before me) it was a well-known fact in the Imperium that there was one thing the Third Young Master of the Auguste Clan hated. Losing. It did not matter what form and manner it came in. Losing naturally angered me to the core.


    This had always existed within me whether it be since I was a young child or in my teenage years when I roamed the world. I knew I could not blame my soldiers, they had done outstanding in this battle though there was room for improvement. The problem lied in the number of drakes this time being unexpected and well that was the nature of the War. War was never predictable. As I looked behind me to see my army, although they still looked menacing there was fatigue written all over their faces.


    "All of you rest, relax and go back to your families. Pariach send a thousand gold coins to the families of the deceased and a royal military burial."


    "Roger that commander" Replied a tired pariach herself.


    "You should also rest Pariach this has been tough for you for you too."


    The army dispersed and went their ways soon. Getting off the horse I walked towards my sister.


    "Dear Elder Sister are you here to gloat" with annoyance hidden in my tone I spoke to my sister.


    "Oh, of course, I am here to gloat after all you ended up losing to me over a measly amount of drakes that you could not kill however I am also here to tell you that father has summoned you to his Palace."Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.


    "Would that be all Elder sister."


    "Of not I am also here to tell you how usele-"


    "Second Sister stop annoying Erasmus, don''t you have some work to do at the Academy" A powerful voice boomed out.


    "Yes Elder brother."


    With my sister leaving it was only my Second brother and me at the gate. I did not interact with my brothers that much so it was a bit awkward standing outside the entrance; however, I could not help but observe my brother


    "He was a compact, clearcut man, with precise features, a lot of very soft Red hair, and deep dark blue eyes. He had a look of wariness and a face that said he could change his facial expression into thousands of emotions at any given time."


    "It has been quite a long time since the two of us have connected after you speak with father come by my manor so we can catch up."


    "Then ill come by later" I responded as I walked off to my Father''s mansion. After walking for some time, I finally reached there. The palace from a distance looked to be made entirely of ice, but when one got close enough to touch it, they could see that it was a crystal palace. It seemed to grow right out of the ground like a glacier, and it reflected the light like many shards of glass in the afternoon sun. There were two guards at the gate each stood straight and seemed to be motionless, however, Erasmus knew they were at all times monitoring the area. He walked past them and into the palace.


    He kept walking until he reached where his father would usually be, His fathers'' study knocking at the door of the room He heard a deep voice call him in.


    "Come in."


    "Walking he could see his father was currently working on some stuff and buttload of papers. (probably about the Imperium and the territory)"


    "Father, you summoned me."


    " Ah yes I heard from my scouts at that you fought an abnormally large number of drakes you."


    "Yes, Father is there some kind of problem going on."


    "Yes, the Beast Kings of the forest seems to be plotting something."


    "Will it affect us in any way," I asked my father.


    "No you do not need to worry, this is not something within your league, anyway report to me what you went through."


    I reported everything that happened out the city gates of Nillium to my father.


    "Hmm that is all I wanted to know, I also heard you used a forbidden spell to take care of them"


    "I had to use a forbidden spell as there were too many."


    "To me, it sounds as if you were lacking in your training during the past few years if you wish to part be strong enough to participate in the true wars that are about to come then you need to be stronger than this."


    "I shall start training myself once more."


    "Good now you are dismissed I have a ton of work to do."


    "As I was stepping out the study I had a new and strong desire."


    To grow Stronger

 Lionel

    "AHHHHHHH" Lionel screamed in agony as several golden needles penetrated his skin.


    "Calm down; the pain is only imaginary" a smooth and relaxing voice that was calming to the ears sounded out from a person that looked like a kind old man.


    "Physician how long will this go on for, both you and I can see that my nephew is in deep pain" a rough voice was also heard at the same time


    "Do not worry the pain is only necessary to treat him."


    "What you said had better be right.''


    Rammell Mikhtarian was a tall man about 7 foot 6. Although he was a large man he had a boyish face something that ran in his family line, With large almond-shaped eyes and wild grey hair, Rammel sported an extremely bulky physique, you would have expected someone of his stature to be in the military; however, he was a Blacksmith in Reinhardt City.


    An irony in the fact that his nephew whose appearance seemed to be the complete opposite of his was in the military. Lionel was currently on the bed writhing in pain from the wounds he had sustained at the Battle of Nillium. The Golden Horde had sent a well-known physician in the city to treat him after the battle. A physician who was known for his almost 100% guarantee that any patient of his that had a wisp of living breath left in him could be granted a new lease on life, he was also well known for his eccentric ways of treating his patients with the method of fighting pain with pain.


    Although Physician Lester was known to treat pain with pain, he was also known to be extremely efficient when it came to his patient''s health. Rammel knew this and knew his nephews physical and internal wounds would be most likely be all right. What he was worried about was Lionel''s subjective way of handling the trauma and the terrible things he witnessed.Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    Although he was a blacksmith, he had been living in Reindhartdt City for 30 years and had seen many people being destroyed psychologically after fighting a war and some even going insane he could not help but be concerned for his nephew.


    If such a horrible Fate were to befall his nephew, he would not know how to explain it to his sister. How could he tell his Brother in law that he let his son participate in a war when he had vowed to protect Lionel? As Rammel was regretting his decision to send Lionel to the war the Physician suddenly stood up shaking Rammel out of his thoughts and prompting him to ask in a hurried and concerned tone "Physician have you cured him?"


    "Don''t worry your nephew will be wonderful, I just gave him a serum that would let him sleep, and I recommend letting him stay in bed for a couple of days, don''t let him eat anything strong, at best you should give him some Herbel Soup."


    With Lionel being fine Rammel soon calmed down. Looking back at the physician he saw that he was carrying some yellow liquid, being curious at what the yellow liquid was he could not help but ask the physician what it was "Physician Lester might I inquire what exactly is the Yellow liquid you carry in your hands?"


    "Well It is the cause of problems for your nephew here, I located it deep in your nephew''s stomach, and I believe it to be the blood of a drake."


    Hearing this Rammels face paled not bothering on using any formality he instantly addressed the physician "Lester it is widely known that the blood of a drake is highly poisonous in nature and has some horrible side effects. are you completely sure that my nephew will be all right?"


    "Hmph are you doubting me, I am one of the few advanced-tier physicians in this city, there are thousands of other people who would be willing to give everything they own just for a visit from me to treat their illnesses, I do this for you for free and yet you doubt me?" The Physician humiliated and angered by the fact Rammel did not fully believe in him walked out of the small cottage slamming the door on his way out.


    Rammel was utterly confused by the actions of the Physician when did he say that he doubted him? However, he soon dismissed the thought as the way these high-class people thought was just too confusing. Focusing his attention back at his Lionel he could see he was sleeping peacefully. Taking off his coat and putting it on top of the sleeping Lionel. As he walked out of the room, he looked back at his nephew sleeping peacefully and could not help but be worried once more for his health.


    What Rammel did not know was that His destiny would soon wholly change due to the future actions of his nephew.

 Growing stronger

    I was currently in a meditative state, my mind seemingly moulding into the shape of a transparent spirit. In my mind, I imagined a Vast Universe, this universe included living things, planets, stars, galaxies, dust clouds, light, and even time. The universe contained billions of galaxies, each containing millions or billions of stars and each sun hiding away trillions of worlds. In one particular world entirely made up of ice, the spirit body of Erasmus visited this world.


    On this world icicles dangled from the shadowy skeletons of trees, each one like an ominous sword of Damocles. The large icy rivers, frozen solid, were covered with ice so thick that it showed reflections as bright as a mirror of the heavy, grey sky. The chill breeze slicing through the air seemed to whisper "ice... ice... ice..."


    At the centre of this world, there were numerous incarnations of Erasmus, each and every one of them were practising some sort of spell, all related to Ice. Erasmus observed them for some time until he finally chose the spell that he would learn, He spread his hand out to reach the incarnation practising the spell, upon touching the incarnation a flow of information directly entered his mind.


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    Spell name: Herald Of Ice


    Inventor: Balthazar Auguste


    Tier: 7


    Effect: Being able to freeze time upon complete mastery of the spell.


    Levels: The spell is divided into nine cycles, the first cycle grants you the power to freeze the reaction time of your enemy. After mastery of the First cycle, the power of the second cycle shall be unlocked to you.


    Appearance: An intricate, vermilion coil of waves.


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    I started to break down every single aspect of the first cycle of the spell in my mind. I felt as if I understood everything about the ability and had been practising for thousands.


    Without even realising I was already doing what my incarnation was doing. Practising the spell in the ice world for hundreds of times I seemed to be getting close to mastery of the first cycle when all of a sudden in my mind a silhouette seemed to materialise out of nothing.Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions.


    Looking at him I saw that it was a familiar face. A face that I had seen in the paintings of the Clan. The Face belonged to the 43rd Clan Head of the Auguste Clan, Balthazar Auguste. He stood silent while he watched me practice while doing so I could not help but observe him.


    Silver, coily hair slightly revealed a round, anguished face. Dead blue eyes, was set elegantly within their sockets, watching delicately yet fiercely over me. Several moles were spread elegantly on his right cheek and left a compelling memory of his unfortunate looks. A demanding aura of authority hung over him.


    This was the face of Balthazar Auguste. A true master among humans. He stood average among others, yet he was known during the ancient times as the Slayer of Demons.


    I had been practising for a long time. The exact time I could not say, I did not know whether it was hours, days, months or even years. After finally stopping I heard a voice sound out behind me. It was a voice that was soft yet had authority instilled into it.


    "Your talent is Impeccable, for you to nearly reach mastery in such a short amount of is indeed impressive however if you wish to reach mastery in my spell then you need one thing I will not tell you what it is, however, I will give you a clue, Experience is the key to unlock success" Balthazar said.


    "Thank you, Ancestor, for your valuable advice." I replied.


    "Hahaha, no worries as a descendant of mine how can I not offer you some advice, I believe this is not our last time seeing each other, just remember one thing young one, do not shame the name of our Clan."


    And just as he appeared, he had disappeared. Closing my eyes, I willed for my spirit to return back to my body leaving my meditative state. As I opened my eyes and returned back to reality, I could not help but smile on the gains I had achieved.


    A Tier 7 Spell that was related to time was truly rare, and with this spell, I could definitely say I had grown much stronger.


    However, my personal strength was not enough. I had to personally train my army and reform them once more and improve their power if I wished to raise my power overally.