Chapter 47 The White Mage's Gambit

Meanwhile,

[Aurel P.O.V]

High above the chaos of the western courtyard, the air in my private laboratory was cool, sterile, and smelled faintly of ozone and old parchment.

I didn't need to be down in the mud to see the world. A shimmering, crystalline projection floated in the center of the roo...

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