Chapter 515: Die A Man
Ashen Arcana, a store that dealt in wands and in growing condition. The door of the wand making shop was in an alleyway, located in the region that had taken some of the worst of the Black Wolves’ Disaster. It was halfway between the Dark Tower and the Complex Demonic Red. The wand store withstood because of the owner and his wands, hiding himself like a camouflage animal, standing when fire ran rampant.
Even Dasha’s Qi Sense had failed to detect Ashen Arcana. It wasn’t until days later that he saw the building between crumbling buildings and cross-referenced his memories. This wasn’t there before, he thought. So he checked. He told the wand maker that he would have someone come in repair the buildings around him. The Dark Tower and the stores around it would return.
"Do not be afraid."
"B-but after the attack, no one will—"
The wand maker was happily wrong. The Red Sorcerer was arguably the best transmutator in the Underground and he with the help of three other Sorcerers changed everything. The evil malice dissipated. The buildings returned to what they were before.
Upon seeing the white mask of the professor, the old wand maker rubbed his hands and welcomed him with a bigger smile than ever. The Red Sorcerer had touched up on everything. Dasha put down a pouch of bronze coins. Every time he visited, he carried money.
The old maker loved it.
"Professor, your experiment has been making some noise. I had to use a special wand and spell to send it to sleep."
"Oh? You approached it?"
"Yes, my apologies—"
Dasha raised a hand and he stopped speaking. "You saw that it was necessary. I accept the wisdom of an experienced one such as yourself."