Chapter 20: A Talent?!
Lian and Dax were speechless. That final attack had been breathtaking—a lance of pure wind had pierced the monster, splitting it in two before exploding, clearing the fog around them.
Sera, on the other side, was somewhat more composed. She knew Patrick’s reputation as the strongest Bronze 5 Mage in Grimreach, which was why she was his apprentice. His potential was staggeringly high.
So why had he not reached Silver Rank? He was waiting for something—or so he claimed.
Before Patrick could rejoin the others, he did something that stunned Lian and Dax. The Mage approached the monster’s carcass, its blood still pooling beneath it. Without a word, he raised his hands, using his wind element to tear open the beast’s abdomen.
An object rolled out from its stomach. Before Lian and Dax could get a closer look, Patrick had already seized it.
The moment the Mage picked up the object from the ground, a portal opened beside the monster’s remains.
"Well, I presume you have all finished on your end, is that correct?" Patrick’s voice, calm and composed, stood in stark contrast to the chaotic surroundings.
His robe, once a symbol of unblemished authority, was now tattered and stained with both his blood and the beast’s.
"Affirmative!" replied the Grimreach Knights. As the fog cleared, they quickly moved to flank the Mage, followed by the remaining two Dustwall Knights.
"Good. Then we can leave, but first—" Patrick snapped his fingers, and in an instant, a new robe replaced his shredded one.
Sera did the same, swapping her robe as well. Their garments were similar: pristine white robes with bronze veins, the standard attire of their academy. The number of bronze veins indicated their level, while the color signified their magical rank, a badge of honor and power.