Chapter 17: Shadow Wolves Attack
On the other side of the camp, Sera watched the scene unfold with utter disbelief.
"Impossible! That peasant has such talent?" she whispered, her voice barely audible, her shock mirroring Patrick’s.
The other two tents had opened, their occupants drawn by the commotion. The Knights had seen Lian unleash three fireballs under Patrick’s guidance, each burst of flame illuminating the darkened camp.
The Knights of Grimreach, noting Patrick’s intense reaction, quickly retreated to their tent. Whatever had transpired was none of their concern, their duty bound to obedience rather than curiosity.
Dax and the other two Dustwall Knights, however, observed with puzzled expressions. "Why those faces?" they wondered, unable to grasp the issue at hand.
Meanwhile, Lian himself was clueless. "What is happening?" he asked himself, searching for the root of the confusion.
After a few seconds—
"Damn it, I understand!" he exclaimed in his mind, a spark of realization igniting within him.
It was obvious when he thought about it. The problem was clear-he had cast three fireballs in rapid succession without chanting any incantations.
"Boy—" Patrick’s grave voice only confirmed his fears. "How did you use magic without a formula?"
Lian was at a loss for words. He could not reveal the System.