Chapter 83 - 83: Way.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
It was tech-magic—rare, expensive, and unmistakably custom.
Enchanted silk mixed with reinforced leather, the material shifted subtly as he moved, catching glimpses of hidden runes sewn between the seams.Enchanted silk mixed with reinforced leather, the material shifted subtly as he moved, catching glimpses of hidden runes sewn between the seams.Enchanted silk mixed with reinforced leather, the material shifted subtly as he moved, catching glimpses of hidden runes sewn between the seams.With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
With one final breath, Azhriel reached for a small sigil stone at the dresser.
He pressed it.He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.
He looked like something not quite mortal. Not just a student. Not even a warrior.