Millennial Mage

Tala watched as Mistress Vanga arrived beside the mess that had been Master Girt.

Rane and the fire-using arcane hunter were already there. Though, they both seemed to be just standing there, uncertain as to what they should be doing, seeming utterly in shock from what had transpired.

It wasn’t a long pause. Both were seasoned warriors, and despite the brutal, sudden death of their colleague, they knew there was work to be done.

The hunting cat, blue and yellow stripes rippling, came at Tala again, pulling her attention back away from the remains for a moment.

The feline was still unaugmented with no magic available in the area for it to draw upon—much like Meallain—but Tala didn’t have the same limitation.

I thought magical beasts died without magic? Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveI-Fire.ɴet

-Maybe it’s like how a human would die without air, food, or water?-

Ahh, so magic is a need that has to be met more often than not, rather than a prop that is actively required at all times? Flow flicked out, taking off the front paw of the beast with a casual strike. Why is its blood green?

-Tala… You’re trying to distract yourself.-